Happy [adj.; hap-ee]: an emotion commonly felt when around family and friends

Today is my Dad's birthday! We actually celebrated his birthday on Friday because we knew we wouldn't all be together today, but still, Happy Bday Dad!  My Dad is the hardest working person I know and somehow he still manages to remain cool, calm and collected.  I have seen very few things really rattle my Dad.  I'm talking about once maybe twice. He, like my Mom, is extremely wise and I feel I could not be luckier to have these two people helping me walk through life.  We can't wait to spend your birthday at the concert!  Happy Birthday Dad! We love you so much!

For the second order of business...I am angry with Monday.  Despite my best effort to like you, you insist on being gray and gloomy week after week.  Until you return to the sunny version I once knew, we are at a standoff.  Mondays are generally no problem for me, but when I look outside and can't tell the difference between 5:30 a.m. and Noon, it becomes difficult.  All will be forgiven if you show up for work next week.  In the mean time, Mondays are now to be called "Funday Monday."  With this new tradition, I will post a fun/funny memory that will serve to perk up the sunless day.   

This week's Funday Monday comes from senior year of college.  I was reminded of this memory on my drive back yesterday when I heard the song "She's Like the Wind" by the one and only Patrick Swayze. My entire life I have marveled at the movie that made this song popular (if you do not know what I am talking about, please do not ask me....I will not dignify the question with a response.  Please rather look it up on Google...it will not judge you), and dreamed of being able to re-enact the final seen where I too would have "The Time of My Life."  

I was presented with this unique (could be interpreted as embarrassing) opportunity when Bo won the vote to be my sorority's representative for "Big Man on Campus," a fundraiser that was basically a male pageant...complete with talent showcase.  You see where this is going.  

For months weeks we trained.  And finally we were able to deliver a performance worthy of praise from Baby and Johnny themselves (please try not to notice the melodrama here).  Our choreography came complete with turns, good posture, a dancing ensemble, the infamous line "Nobody puts Baby in a corner," and, of course, the lift.  Make no mistake, I was not the one lifted, but instead our Johnny look-alike was hoisted above the crowd by a group of sorority girls to give the routine a twist of humor (as if it needed it) and to save me a trip to the hospital.  All in all, it was a win-win...literally.  As our representative, Bo won the talent award and the first-runner up prize (he so should have won, but I'm not bitter...anymore).  And I suppose I got to check that one off the bucket list...Dancing with the Stars, here I come! (Anyone see the premier?)

**Disclaimer...I thought I had a picture the whole time I was writing this post, but I promise by next Monday I will have one.  So in it's place....a funny picture instead:

Why?