Song You Can Dance To

There a lot of songs you can dance to, but since my disability made me feel insecurities about doing anything of that nature, I don’t like dancing to music. I’m not going to lie, there a lot of times where I am not afraid to let loose and go a little crazy. One song that comes to mind is the one song that can get me started and I usually have to listen to it twice just to get it all out of my system. One day on the radio, my mom and I were in the car going somewhere and this song comes on and we instantly start dancing. We had never heard it until that day and now everytime we do hear it we have to dance. Ever heard of “Mambo No. 5” by the Lou Bega? Yeah, that is an awesome dance-y song. You will stop whatever you’re doing and dance like a maniac.

(Yes, I am dancing to it right now. I had to test it before I posted it on here.)

Lottery Tickets

Before I start this post. I have to say I’ve been legal to buy a lottery ticket for three years. but haven’t gotten the chance to do it because I don’t have an ID yet. I’ve always thought to myself for these last three years, I’ll get one and I’ll end up not winning a single dollar. Everybody hopes to win at least $5 or more. It may not be the “big bucks” but it’s something. My dad and papaw play the lottery every week. Wednesday and Saturday’s are key days in this whole thing. If I become the third to do this I’m going to have a major talk with two goofy men. I don’t want to get started, but I know this, I will be getting my first ticket this fall.

I don’t expect to win the lottery. I think my papaw does though. I don’t blame for hoping each week. Sometimes if he can’t pick the last numbers he’ll go around the kitchen and ask for the three or four numbers. I pick at least one of my lucky numbers and the number 33 is usually the most used number everytime he asks. It’s bad enough all of the females see that number everywhere and poor papaw has to see it too. Sometimes it’s mom redoing the bubbles on the ticket and she doesn’t even ask, she’ll just put in random numbers if he can’t figure out any other numbers. I think I would just go for my lucky numbers each time.

If I won the actual lottery, I would have to share with my papaw and dad since they’ve been at it a lot longer than me. They also wouldn’t expect it either. The rest would be a mystery. I wouldn’t know what to do with any kind of money if it’s $100 or more. If it’s a $100 the first thought for me right now is redoing my room. Back to reality, if I even won any money at all I would probably give it to my parents and let them have a heyday. The smart thing to do would be to save it, but I’ve tried that before and people have either borrowed and yeah. It’s just best to give it away that way I wouldn’t have to deal with everybody thinking I was a greedy bitch.