Happy Sadie Hawkins Day- NOT

I couldn't let February fly by with just one blog post, so you'll have to bear with my ramblings for the day.

I honestly and truly thought February 29 was Sadie Hawkins Day.

I have no idea where I got that idea from, but for some strange reason, I looked it up today and learned that Feb 29 is *just* leap day. Sadie Hawkins Day is in November.

Who knew?

Not me this morning when I wished Rachel a very Happy Sadie Hawkins Day. She actually knew what Sadie Hawkins Day was. That shouldn't be a surprise to me or anyone that knows her. Rachel collects little factoids like other children collect rocks. She does collect rocks too, but that's another story.

Li'l' Abner, which is were Sadie Hawkins Day comes from, has long been retired as a comic strip. Even worse, I'm afraid the musical version has faded into obscurity. When's the last time your high school or community theater put on their version of Li'l' Abner? 1981? I think that's when my high school did it. I'm betting most of you never even knew it was a musical at all. I have to admit the musical was on Broadway well before I was even born. I just happened to grow up in a house where the soundtrack was musical theater. We listed to Li'l' Abner, Shenandoah, 1776, Fiddler on the Roof, Brigadoon, and of course, Fiorello, which was not just a musical but my parents' first date. I can still picture the cast album to Li'l' Abner. I have no idea if it survived our childhood though. No idea where those albums, actual vinyl record albums, are anymore.

Still, without the album at hand, I was able to introduce Rachel to the sounds of "It's a Typical Day" and "I'm Past My Prime," the only songs I could remember from the show. It's funny how these things float back into your mind. As the day has gone on, I've been able to add more verses and even more songs like "Put 'Em Back" and bits of "Julibation T. Cornpone." Too funny. I think I'm revisiting my childhood bit by bit. All this dance may be opening up parts of my brain that have been in storage for far too long.

Speaking of dance, I tried a jazz/hip-hop class today. I should say, I tried a class called jazz/hip-hop today. There was certainly no hip-hop to speak of and not any jazz either. I saw an ad in the local paper offering a class for moms. I thought it was perfect because I am, afterall, a mom. I was even a little nervous because it said hip-hop and goodness knows I've never done a step of hip-hop in my life. No need to worry. LOL. It was more like a glorified aerobic class. I suspect the sweet gal who taught the class has more training in cheerleading than dance. Or something other than dance. I'm not sure what. If you've ever watched Nigel on "So You Think You Can Dance" comment on the sad state of dance instruction in the US, you understand.

I know, I know. I am a total dance snob. This goes beyond that, though. The flooring wasn't good. It was slippery and wooden. A dance studio today should have sprung floors. It's a safety issue. Sadly, I suspect I won't be going back to this studio. Onward and upward!