Sounds of Silence...

Sorry, I took a little blogging break because even I need relief from myself once in a while! But alas, I keep running into me every time I turn around :-) Anyway, in all seriousness, I have been trying to get some hard things figured out for myself and sometimes the best way for me to do that is to NOT TALK. As hard as it may be for some of you to believe I do have times when I go very silent. Seriously, ask my mom, I don’t even know the last time I called my parents and that is pretty unusual. Besides, along with the thinking silence I have to be honest and say I just haven’t felt like talking to anyone – a rare circumstance. I’ve gone an entire week without having to charge my phone :-) BUT for my friend Wendy I’m going to break the silence and force myself to talk a bit. She and I met on Saturday for breakfast and manies and pedies. Over orange juice and breakfast pastries she informed me of her disappointment in my lack of commentary on the current DWTS. So here you go Wendy…

Dancing with the Stars – what can I say. I have to admit that I just haven’t felt the same about the show since Emmett Smith RIPPED the silver disco ball right out from under my Marvelous Mario’s spectacular dancing feet. My world tilted and I became jaded and skeptical about the entire dancing fiasco. And the producers of the show, well they have done NOTHING to try to win back my love. Cloris Leachman? Jane Seymour? Marie Osmond? A rich basketball team owner and some 18 year old little boy from Hannah Montana? Come on. Give me something here. Obviously, they do not know who I am and what I say about them :-)

Regardless with every new beginning I still expect big things. I think things will be different - that this time it will be good again. That the powers that be are going to hear my pleas and select Rob Lowe to dance all over my heart. But have they heard me? Are they listening? I don’t think so as here we are with “stars” like the Wild On girl, some boxer guy, a washed up football player, a teenager and an old woman. WHAT? Oh and don’t even get me started on the dancing booty chick. She was a huge let-down to all of us big booty girls of the world. I mean the girl may have a body but she certainly didn’t know how to move it. NO sex appeal at all – it was like watching a stick dance. I guess that is the thing. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again. Without chemistry and passion the dances just don’t do it for me. Anyone can move the moves but not everyone can feel the moves and this season I think I can safely say NO ONE is feeling the moves. The all look like they’ve just learned how to do the Hustle in elementary school gym class.

1-2-3 CLAP 1-2-3 TURN. DO THE HUSTLE

NO PASSION. NO CHEMISTRY. NO HEAT. BORING!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So yes, yes, yes, I’ll keep watching and hoping for a change but I might be very quiet while waiting.

TTFN. I’m not sure when I’ll write again, it depends on how this thinking thing is going but don’t give up on me. I’ll be back, I promise. Chatty girls like me can only be quiet for so long…