I'm a little bit country???

how long has it been?

i've been meaning to write something but just didn't seem to get around to it.

i suppose i've been busy, but really, that's NO excuse is it?

blogging comes first.

right?

but i have been reading.

i love reading other people's blogs.

just didn't have time to comment on all of the ones i've read.

but that's what i'm going to be doing tonight.

i'm doing the rounds and reading my fave blogs and leaving a comment on every single one
's right.

all of 'em.

why?

because it's important that's why!

feedback people.

feedback.

so i have a confession to make.

and i don't want you to judge me.

or label me.

even tho' that's what i do as i read o.p's blogs.

i judge.

and then i label.

but you shouldn't do that to me.

because that's not fair.

so back to the confession.

i've been doing something recently that's slightly embarrassing to tell you about, but i've decided to fess up and just come out with it.

truth will out.

confession is good for the soul etc.

okay here goes.

don't rush me.

i went

(remember don't judge me)

(or label me)

linedancing

what?

font's too small?

too bad.

it wasn't my idea honestly.

after all i'm from the concrete jungle of tyneside in n.e. england.

not much call for dancin' of the line variety in that neck of the woods.

my friend (who, strangely enough, is also from the backstreets of tyneside, a mining town in fact,) decided that it would be fun for us to take lessons, 'for a laugh, and for a night out, and for exercise'.

and she plied me with red wine thereby reducing my ability to think rationally or have a will of my own.

then she forced me to agree.

and to pay the money.

so there i was, enrolled in a line dancing class before i knew it.

and then,

the bloody nerve of the woman,

she tells me that SHE can't actually attend the classes now because she's got to work on wednesday nights.

so not only do i have to go somewhere i'm sure i should never go,

i have to go alone.

i have to learn to line dance with a bunch of people who i am sure are all going to be wearing cowboy boots and big stetsons and are going to laugh at me who has two left feet and no boots to put them in.

but,

undaunted, (and stone cold sober) i go.

i'm still not sure why.

but guess what?

it was fun!

i loved it.

i can't remember when i had so much fun.

(which just shows you how often i get out in the world)

and

i can now do "the boot scootin' boogy."

oh yeah.

and

i can do some other dances whose names i can't quite remember but they involve 'scuffin' and 'slidin' and 'toe heel crossin' and 'box steppin'

and they are also fun.

and the other people in the class are even quite normal.

well, as normal as i am anyway.

but we won't go there.

there's all ages.

all shapes and sizes.

and both genders.

well there might be 3 genders actually because there's a person who's in the line in front of me whom i'm not quite sure yet if he/she is fish or fowl.

but he/she can certainly tush push.

yeehaw.

but please.

don't tell anyone will you?