The Chicken Lady

I grew up in a special city in Eastern Pennsylvania. Every August, we have a HUGE music festival come to town for ten days, and the biggest attraction (other than the hasbeens that come to give concerts) are the polka tents, where you can find this lady "strutting" her stuff. She's the Chicken Lady. No! I mean that literally! She walks around the festival, dressed like a chicken (see her outfit?), dancing polka with people, and.... leading the chicken dance. You know it! da da dada dada da, da da dada dada da, da da dada dada da *clap* *clap* *clap* *clap* You've totally done it at weddings.

Now, I find myself doing the chicken dance a lot in my bathroom, without really meaning to do it. It mainly comes from me, standing in my bra in front of the mirror moving my arms around to see how much of my arm fat (aka my chicken wings) flap. I have to admit that my arms have gotten alot slimmer than where they were two years ago. However, I'd much rather be looking like this woman than looking like the Chicken Lady:

I've been trying to get there... really amped up the attention that I'm paying to my triceps. Now, I know I'll never look like Madonna. But I'd much rather have my arms leaning closer to hers, than the wings of the Chicken Lady!! And I think my workouts have been working. My tricep does feel a lot stronger than they used to. Maybe I can convince Justin Timberlake to come over and help me with my workouts....