Dance With Me (Friendly Friday)

Dancing with the Stars is tough on our marriage.  My husband and I sit in the family room together as we watch couples float and fly, twirl and tango across the dance floor.  He endures while I dream. 

I dream, and I wait.  I keep hoping for him to stand and sing, "Come on darling, put a pretty dress on.  We're gonna go out tonight.  And dance, dance, dance . . "  But my two-left-feet guy doesn't sing very well either, so the dream lives on. 

He assures me if we lived closer to a dance studio, we'd give it a whirl.  Mmmhmmm.  Lucky for him, we live in the middle of a hundred acres of nothing but good farm land in the middle of nowhere.  I love him still.

So, since my dream remains a dream, and I might as well dream dancing-big, thanks to Maggie I'm pondering which instructor I hope to have when Dancing with the Stars finally has a Common People Edition.  Feel free to petition for that.  For now, let's dream together.


First of all, there's the incredibly talented Maksim.  Wow.  He's extremely creative and has a fabulous accent.  Not to mention, he's easy on the eyes.  But unfortunately, I'm pretty sure he knows it, which is annoying.  Plus, I find him a bit scary and too intense.

Then there's Tony, with an award-winning smile.  He's sweet and patient, which would be extremely valuable for someone like me with zero dancing experience. A good pick.

 

And you can't forget Louis, a great choreographer with a terrific attitude.  He seems soulful . . . I think he would understand me.  Maybe.

All of these guys are obviously great at what they do.  I would gladly accept any of them as an instructor (do you hear me, abc?).  But . . .

My absolute favorite is Derek. Not only is his choreography amazing, but he is hilarious, goofy (most like my husband!) and high-energy (and the only of these four who was made in America, by the way).  And while he would probably be exhausting, I think he would definitely be the most fun -- even if he isn't the most handsome.  He manages to pull off a crazy-fun jive and quickstep with ease and then turn around and dance an elegant waltz and look masculine and romantic all at once.

So just in case abc gets smart and allows people like you and me to be stars for a few minutes, we should be prepared.  Get out your dancin' shoes and take your pick.

It's Friendly Friday.  My chance to get to know what you're thinking!

Who would you want to be your instructor and why? 

(You don't have to limit it to my top four picks.)

Come on . . . I really want to know!

(And just so you know, my husband said he'd pick Edyta to be his dance instructor.  Hmph!  Or Julianne, Derek's sister.  I think he better stick with Julianne if he knows what's good for him!)

Dance With Me (Friendly Friday)

Is My Face Red?

I think I'm blushing a little.  You see, sometimes I actually forget that what I write, (some) people read.   Strange, isn't it?  I mean, I am posting this in a very public place.  It's just that for so long I've been writing for me.  Privately.  Occasionally, I would share something with a women's small group or Bible study or Sunday School class, but otherwise my thoughts were kept hidden.  I liked it that way.  It felt safe. 

I've been blogging for a few months now . . . . sharing openly my thoughts.  But apparently in my mind, I'm sometimes pretending that they are still private.  So now you understand why I was a little surprised and feeling a little shy when Lucy from lucille in the sky gave me this award.  (Wasn't that sweet of her?)

But it reminded me that someone is reading my heart -- in all it's silliness, goofiness, seriousness, messiness  . . . It's out there for all to see.  I'm glad she liked it.  And if you do too, I'm honored. 

Now, according to this award, I am to tell you seven random things about myself.  Hmmm. 

1.  I have a lead foot. 

2.  Sometimes my husband's driving scares me.  But I'd still rather sit in the passenger seat so I can study everything as we pass by -- tree houses, flowers, barns -- and occasionally the ditch I think he's getting too close to.  I let him know about it, so I can get back to enjoying the passing scenery.

3.  I'd love to have an old pickup truck from the 1950s.  I can just picture my hubby and me in it . . .  and my kids are mysteriously absent. 

4.  Thanks to my parents' kindness, we built a house a few years ago on the original homestead of the family farm I grew up on.  I'm lovin' it.

5.  Yes, I'm a farmer's daughter (and proud of it!).  I've driven tractors when my dad was desperate for help.  I've helped bale straw.  I've bottle-fed lambs.  And I've called pigs to their dinner -- that last talent won my husband over.

6.  I still have my poodle skirt that my grandmother made for me in eighth grade for Halloween.  I can kinda-sorta still wear it if I'm creative and stand really straight and suck in hard and don't wear a shirt that tucks in  . . . and don't zip it up all the way.  But that counts, right?

7.  And finally, I want to be a dolphin trainer when I grow up -- or be on Dancing with the Stars.  But first I have to figure out how to be a star. Details.

And for the fun part . . .I'm passing this award on to some lovely ladies at these blogs I've found fairly recently.  You really should check them out! 

 A Steady Rain

Crazy Beloved 

Fearfully and Wonderfully

My Blessed Life

Like a Bubbling Brook

The Watered Soul

Live, Learn and Love Together

Is My Face Red?