We had the privilege of taking Lukie with us to Kansas City. He was rather disgruntled that there was no pool or hot tub at our hotel, but, once he got over that, he enjoyed holding a three-week-old baby and seeing the brothers (well, part of the brothers...Paul, Corey, and Matt Allen.) He hung with them at the reception and was out on the dance floor and in the conga line with them.
A highlight for him was when a 10-year-old boy told him, "I liked your moves. You're a great dancer." And then when he ended up with twenty glow sticks! He said, "People I didn't even know were giving me their glow sticks!!" Molly told him that he can freeze a used glow stick and then re-crack it. He's going to try that tonight.
Some friends are closer than family...these people are those people. You can go months without seeing them and, when you are back together, it's just like old times. I would trust them with my life and their children are like my children. Love you guys!!
But, I don't know what this new trend is, but some of the weddings I've been going to lately are not including "The Chicken Dance" in their line-ups. I don't want to seem like a total hick, but this just cannot continue. The Chicken Dance is a mandatory dance at ALL weddings. End of story.
Let me tell you of one of my embarrassing moments, though. Last summer we were at Wes and Ashley Hiser's wedding with Luke. At the reception we ended up sitting at a table right off the dance floor. The dance had begun and we hadn't gotten out on the floor yet. In fact, no one had even though the DJ had music on. I walked up to the DJ and requested The Chicken Dance because it is one of Luke's favorites. I didn't request it for RIGHT THAT MOMENT, though. I thought later, when the ice had been broken.
The DJ immediately started playing a sort of strange version of that song. Right away. And we were sitting right there where he could see me, so I thought, "Well, we have to go out." So, I dragged Loy and Luke out on the dance floor. Luke, of course, got very shy, but Loy and I did a wonderful solo performance of this dance--solo until Ashley's sister and her family felt sorry for us and came out and joined us. But, Loy and I were a tremendous chicken-dancing team.
When we got home we had a little time before I had to take Luke back to Phoebe's, so I went out and watched him shoot hoops in the driveway. Whatever game he was playing, it had strange rules. There was a lucky line, a life line, a check line, a beth line (yes, beth. I have no clue what that means), a death line, and a horror line. Evidently you had a certain amount of luck and each time you missed a shot, you used up one luck. But when you made a shot you got more luck. BUT, if you said "Practice shot" before you shot, you wouldn't lose your luck. BUT, then if it happened to go in, you would say, "No, that wasn't a practice." If it didn't go in, you said that you meant to miss that one and come in and rebound. Strange game. You talk as much as you play in this one.
Some of you have heard my dog obedience school story, but I want to write it down, since MY dog is evidently so envied by other dogs.
I signed Pip and me up for Small Dog Obedience. Loy cannot go the night it is offered, so I just picked the wilder of the two doggies to accompany me. Then I will homeschool Sparky. In the midst of a big thunderstorm, Pip and I set off. She has issues with traveling. We never take her anywhere, so she gets incredibly nervous. And how she demonstrates this attack of nerves is to...drool. Major drool. We're talking puddles on the backseat. I happened to look back at her and she was actually frothing at the mouth! She looked like a rabid dog!! I laughed out loud and told her she should lick her lips--that she looked stupid!!
We got in the huge room where the class was. We were in one of three rings with probably nine other dogs. I was talking to the owner next to me when she just pointed at Pip. Pip who was in full squat laying down a pile...not a tower...of poo. Right there in front of everyone!! The teacher said, "if your dog happens to have an accident (all heads turned to me) we will be happy to hold your dog while you clean it up." They brought me the sack for the offending tower along with paper towels and some spray cleaner. I tried to neatly pick up the poo, but it was the type that didn't all come up in the sack. So I was down on my hands and knees scrubbing the floor to get it cleaned up while they held Pip.
Or while they TRIED to hold Pip. She got the better of them and slipped out of her collar and was, by this time, running free throughout the three rings. Get the mental picture...I'm on my hands and knees on the floor, holding a bag of poopie, scrubbing at the floor, and yelling at Pip to come here. I'm sure all the other dogs were thinking, "THERE'S the dog I want to be!!!" Finally we got her re-collared, I deposited the offending matter outside in the dumpster, and class could resume.
We rocked sit and mastered her name. And she didn't totally bomb the "Crash" command. I felt redeemed. Until I went over to talk to someone I knew there who had two naughty wiener dogs. (Well, I guess they weren't pooping in the ring, but they didn't do any of the tricks and barked the whole time.) My friend's daughter dropped the leash so one of the wiener dogs attacked Pip. Well, Pip couldn't take that attitude problem without fighting back, so we had a dog fight. Of course, none of the teachers or their helpers saw that this wiener dog attacked my little baby, so we have three black marks next to our name, I'm sure.
All that in one week of class!! We have six total lessons. I came home and tried to teach it all to Sparky. For Crash she kept laying on her back, legs in the air. She has no clue.
Loy and I are taking a Ballroom Dancing class with our friends, Gary and Anna. We've only had one class there also. We learned the waltz and the swing. Or the beginning steps of each. Loy feels like he's no good, but there were lots of men worse than he was. He said that I just picked it up so quickly and my response was that I should. Years of dancing lessons growing up and two years on the dance team at school. I should be able to pick this sort of thing up. We thought of trying one step at the wedding dance, but the song was awfully quick and I didn't think we were there yet. I thought it was fun. Loy, probably not so much, but he's being a great sport about the whole thing.
I finally finished doing a book of my England blog, complete with all my pictures. It came out to be 200 pages!! I can't believe that! Kind of an expensive little book for me! I did it through Blurb and it's a real hardcopy book. It was so fun to re-read all I had written. I'd forgotten lots of the things we did and people we met. I loved re-living it all.
That's it for here, folks. Have a great week!
Kitt.
This is Nick and Jill during their first dance as a married couple. She looked like a princess!
Here is Paul, Matt, Kathy, and Luke bustin' a move.
Here is the conga line, Paul, followed by Luke, followed by Emily toting Kayla.
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