Circling The Wagons!

This morning I walked eight fast miles with Leslie, and thank goodness I did, because little did I know that Kinky, Kevin, Tony and me would be doing lunch, in Kerrville later today.

After my workout, I returned some phone calls and e-mails, then I burned a CD for Kinky. For over a month, Kinky has asked me, over and over, again, to please burn him a CD with these three songs on it: 'Eleanor Rigby,' by the Beatles, 'Old Dogs, Children and Watermelon Wine,' by Tom T. Hall, and 'Navajo Rug' by Jerry Jeff Walker. Several times, I set out to do this simple little task for him, but one thing or another kept me from accomplishing it, and my other excuse is I simply forgot to do it.

After I had burned the CD, I checked it out on my Bose CD player, to make sure the songs were on the disc—they were! I then called Kinky, and went over to the Lodge to give him his long awaited CD. As soon as I arrived at the Lodge, Kinky took his CD, pushed it into his Bose, and then we stood there and listened to those beautiful songs.

Before leaving the Lodge, Kinky invited Tone and me to go have lunch with him and Kevin, in Kerrville. I accepted his invite, and then Buttermilk took me home.

We met Kevin for lunch, at one-fifteen, at La Fours. We were on time, but Kinky was five minutes late. He told us that his new deal is to be fashionably late. Hmmm...

Our lunch was delicious, and the conversation was more than interesting! We talked about John F. Kennedy, Bobby Kennedy, Joe Kennedy, Jackie, Lyndon Johnson, Michael Jackson, Willie Nelson etc. I learned a lot. Before leaving the parking lot, the four of us agreed to do lunch, again—real soon. Then we said our goodbyes and went our separate ways.

Tony and I went to Wal*Mart to get some dog food for our rescued dogs. Then we went to Hastings so I could check out their exercise videos. I really think Leslie Sansone has the best walking DVDs, but I was hoping to find a DVD of Richard Simmons old, but great, 'Sweatin' To The Oldies.' I wore out my VHS copy years ago.

Unfortunatley, they had no Richard Simmons, so I browsed the shelves for a dance workout—and that was a big mistake! After spending five minutes reading the backs of various workouts, I found a country line dance workout and bought it. I love to two-step, and I thought it would be fun. It cost me twelve dollars—money not well spent.

As soon as we got home, I returned a couple of phone calls, then I anxiously shoved in my new country line dance workout, which guaranteed to blast off calories. As Tony and I stood in the 'big room' curiously watching it—we got to laughing so hard, we couldn't stop! The workout was not meant to be a joke, but the only way I could figure that you would blast off the calories—was by laughing! It was hilarious!

It took place, in somebody's sheet covered garage, with this unattractive, chunky teenager, wearing a too tight, over-starched, pleated denim mini-skirt, along with her two grossly overweight girlfriends dressed in baggy t-shirts, wearing tight shorts that someone, who loved them, should have told them not to wear! And, to top it off, the three wore these stupid-looking wannabe cowboy hats, bought from a drugstore that had to be going out of business. Tony and I could not quit laughing! Then we decided to work out with them!

The leader told us, in her thick New Jersey accent, to put our hands into our pockets, a move she called 'the holster!' Then we were asked to walk around the trailer in circles—raising our shoulders up and down—the 'gunslinger look!' OMG! I was laughing so hard, that if I had been drinking milk—it would have come out my nose! I'm serious!

After we had 'circled the wagons,' a few more times, while her younger brother, sat in the corner, proudly strumming his fifteen dollar, Montgomery Ward's deluxe guitar—she instructed us to continue 'circling the wagons,' but told us that we had to lean forward, after every five steps and shimmy, while our hands remained in 'the holsters!'

Y'all, it has been a really long time since I have shimmied, and sadly to say, my body ain't what it used to be. In fact, the last time I shimmied was to 'Wipe Out' when I was in the ninth grade, and trust me— Tony has never shimmied in his lifetime—he's pure country!

T. and I tried to shimmy, while we 'circled the wagons' three more times, while raising our shoulders up and down, and then we had to quit, because we had scared our dogs and Lucky! We looked like two idiots— laughing out of control! And, we were also afraid that our backs might just go out on us! Enough was enough—country line dancing workouts just don't cut it! See you tomorrow—Leslie!

Y'all have a great evening!