“Don’t stop. Get it. Get it.” Oh, how I tickled I was to be able to let the melodious lyrics of Uncle Luke from my hair-sweating dance days of the 90’s lead the way to this post. I’ve always been one to find inspiration in the strangest of places, and be able to add a dose of good, grown-up sense with it. With that said, I, in no way condone the words to that Miami, base-laden chart topper (sadly, at least in my little T-town college world it was a chart topper). In fact, when I googled the phrase I was shocked (and embarrassed) that I even listened to a song like this. Good thing I only remembered part of the lyrics:). Still, there’s something about that one line that sticks to me like powdered sugar from a funnel cake on my favorite Easter dress. The more I try to get rid of it, the…