The Dance of a lifetime

This week with my family...such an interesting group of people God has forever linked me to.

Our oldest daughter Alyssa was talking with me as I pulled up my blog on the computer. She started laughing as she said..."This is like My Space for old people."
Then tonight after attending my weight loss group when I proudly announced that I lost 5 1/2 pounds this week, my son Aaron gently squeezed my muffin top and smiled as he said..."Getting smaller Mom. Good job!"

Wednesday night while on the hospital tour to see where Alyssa is going to have her baby, Miss Alivia wasn't bothered at all about the talk of the delivery and what to expect~~~blood on the baby, etc. What caused her to be so freaked out was the piano in the lobby that was playing all by itself. She was so sure one of the creepy characters from Scooby-Doo was lurking around somewhere.

But the most entertaining of all, was the other night when my dear husband Gene was watching television and Brooke Shields appeared on the screen. Her image suddenly launched hubby into an "I'm so cool" strut down memory lane. I just laughed and said, "You know I have to blog on this." So here goes...

Years ago he had this college teammate that had gone pro and played for the NY Jets. They were kind of wild back then and his friend was a "fly by the seat of my pants with pockets full of cash" type of guy. So, one day his friend picked him up and they drove to the Lincoln airport then flew to KC. You can drive there for a small fraction of the price, but being the big spenders they were, they flew what would've been a 3 hour drive in just 30 minutes.

This was the beginning of what I now call their "Trip around the world". Seemed as if Gene was calling me from a different city every night. What was supposed to be one night out together ended up being 30 long days out of state.

Yes, there was steam coming out of my ears like in the cartoons.

No, we weren't married at the time.

Yes, he almost lost me.

No, he really didn't.

Yes, he flew home when I stopped taking his calls.

Anyway, the reason the famous Calvin Klein poster child Brooke Shields stirred up some memories within my husband is because

One night in the heart of New York City...

Gene and his friend went to a club. Gene was looking good in his mustard color turtleneck and black striped sweater as he was bopping his head to the beat of the music. He was so cool that he could've put a fire out with just his spit alone. Suddenly he saw something that caused his smoothness to come to a halt.

There she was. No not me. SHE.

THE famous Brooke Shields dancing the night away right in front of him. She was moving to the beat of the music in her fitted Calvin Klein jeans with another famous face. Known for his song "Rico Suave" from the 90's, Brooke was dancing with the popular rapper, Gerardo Mejia. Who was also known for his washboard stomach and the best lip syncing voice in the entertainment world. None of that could stop my man from making his move though. Gene verbalized that he would love to dance with Brooke and so his NFL friend with connections went and talked to her. Then, oh I just have to quote Gene here...as he motions with his hands as if demonstrating how the Red Sea parted, he said,

"Rico Suave stepped back and I stepped in and jammed with my girl Brooke."

Ladies, that is a fresh quote from last night.

I had no idea he talked like that. At 43. Maybe Brooke does, but I didn't.

It just amazes me that Brooke left this to dance with my guy.

15 years later, you would think Gene's 5 minutes of dancing with a star was recent the way he describes it. I tried to tell him that it was just a courtesy dance, but he won't believe me. He claims Brooke was taken with this dark and handsome athlete from Nebraska and that their dance was so memorable she 'd recognize him if she saw him today. Of course he says that with a mixture of laughter and confidence, but really Ladies, Rico has nothing on my man!

Well, except the flowing hair and rock hard abs.

So, there you go. I, not she is married to THE man that Brooke kicked Mr. Rico Suave to the curb for. Not even our first dance together at our wedding can top that night in the NYC club for Gene. Brooke will unkowingly own a piece of his heart as long as Calvin Klein makes jeans.

Who knew I was married to such a chic magnet? I'm going to have to start calling him

Geno Suave.

Honey, I'm afraid these are the only girls that will dance with you today and honestly, they're much cuter than any supermodel...

I love my family.

Have a Great Weekend!

~Many Blessings~

Lelia