Cause It's Friday

And I downed my 74 ounces of water, of course the nachos helped-
And the fact I just like this song by the Brothers Johnson..
And loved to dance to "Stomp" on Back in the Day Friday Nights-
Hmm. May do a few steps 'round my house-
Just cause I can and smile how once I thought 2am was still early...
Just hope I don't kick a cat in the process while I "Stomp" back--
And Happy Weekend...tis HERE!

Almost

Friday.
Yep, almost Friday.
Does any more need to be said?
Except I am glad
The weekend is about here
And I have enough money to buy
a cup o' joe at 7-11 in the mornin'
Thursday nights make you just
Feel the rush of
What is Friday...
Now a little I'd where I'd have happy feet
Dancing to back in the 80's. Still a catchy beat...
Almost Friday...

Dance With Donny

I didn't, but would like to.

Donny had so much fun tonight with Bruno. Then announced how Utah probably wouldn't let him back in, made me howl. Carrie Ann said Donny's outburst was "uncomfortable", however I say it was fun! OK--sure, Donny showed us he's a bit more than rock n roll, and gave night show hosts something to yap about--and also something to be replay-replayed, AND replayed on every entertainment show. Some will have a cow and say, "Donny Osmond did WHAT?"

Whatever. At least he didn't faint.

I think Donny is so surprised how he's doing on DWTS, he let his excitement just go.

Good for him.

Now if you will excuse me, there's ice cream awaits.

This Monday

Yea...yea...yea...Cowboys lost their inaugural regular season game in their Billion Dollar Bungalow last night. I am heartsick. My Marion Barber came up hurt towards the end of the game as he rumbled toward the end zone. Tony. UGH. Three interceptions. He's not superman, maybe to Jessica he was--but in the real world. At least he ponied up to it. But still. Dallas dominated and lost.

* sigh*

OK. Enough of that. Finally tonight: DANCING WITH THE STARS. You know I'm all over Donny Osmond, yet I'm kinda liking the Iron Chef guy. I wanna know if Mark can do something else besides point at food.

Stay Tuned.

...and Go Cowboys! I still love ya!

Tis Friday Eve!

As I pulled into my driveway tonight-a bit tired and sweat drenched from my bike & treadmill jaunt at the rec center, the radio began to play a song. Not really one of my all time favorites, yet brings up a memory from a time far, far away--basically, the '80's, in yester-century.

Ya know, big hair--on men and women, with alot of mousse and gel. In my case, I still held remnants of my jheri curl--just in different styles. I digress. Anyway, by 1986, I'd moved back to Iowa from my second (and so far, last) habitation in Kansas City. Yet, I still kept in touch with my KC Chum who had introduced me to crepes, Bloody Marys on a Sunday before lunch, and the Village People.

This particular time in 1986, my KC Chum, drove to visit me in Iowa. If I remember right, his car was about the size of the Love Boat. I was amazed it the 'ship' made the 250 miles, without a life raft nor Captain Stuebing! I digress again.

The whole point is: that weekend a wonderful time was had my all! Partied like it was 1999, and it was just 1986. And this song was one we danced to. When the DJ began to spin it at the bar, I recall my KC Chum jumped and announced must dance. And we did.

So every time I hear this song, even 23 years later, I smile. Forget about the senior rec center I belong to and put the trash by the curb and that bedtime is usually 10:30pm.

I smile about a time when 10:30pm was about the time I went out and STILL went to the work the next day. :) Let's cue up alittle Peter Gabriel on this Friday Eve--he's gonna tell us about some "Sledgehammer!"

Arabesque

Stepped on the scale today. Bet folks 40 miles over heard its scream! Gotta lighten that load.

Watching Dancing With the Stars reminds me of how much I love dance. I imagine myself doing the Viennese Waltz. Love the floaty dresses, smooth steps and elegance. Just something about it. I wanted so much to be a ballerina when I was little. Alas, I was told by my mom, I couldn't. Why? Because black girls weren't built the right way. Devastated I was.

Still am, to a degree. I figure Mom told me what she was told. Yet what I remember of her personality, I can't believe she bought 100% of the claim, yet there was no proof. Anyway, this day, I dream of the classic Viennese Waltz.

I imagine myself doing turn, with arm held on to my partner as I arabesque to Moon River. Ahh, great little thought. I smile at the possibility. Then for a fun, a little jive or quick step, for that other side of me. Yep, maybe no pointe shoes and tutu, but a bit of heel and glide across the floor.

I can do that.

In the meanwhile, I can lighten the load with a little less Blue Bell Homemade Vanilla Ice Cream. Not much less, but a little less....maybe....:)

I can do that too.

Maybe.