I am Giggly!

I am giggly (as said in the title).  As I type this I am smiling like a fool, taking a deep breathe, and throwing my face into my pillow giggling.  I am giggly.  I don't know why this is.  Perhaps it was the embarrassing mishap of last night which I shall share later in this blog (although as said in an earlier post I don't get embarrassed so it wasn't REALLY embarrassing just enough to possibly make me giggle).  Perhaps it was the 6 cups of iced coffee (about 2 large mugs worth not 6 mugs worth) I had today that would put my stomach in knots giving me the false feelings of giddiness making me giggly, perhaps it's anxiety, or perhaps my body is trying to tell me I have a crush on somebody, who knows.  All I know is: I.  Am.  Giggly.  On my way home from work as I was smiling and giggly the following song came on and I screamed and worked it out sooooooo hard in my car, how could I not?!

Man did I work it out to this song.  After I parked the car and came in I decided I needed to blog with my crazy giggly self (after, of course, some much needed FB stalking).  Which brings me to the next topic of business, my kind of embarrassing mishap of last night.

So I went to Creekside to go line dancing (it's all the rage in SB).  So one of the guys who I went on a camping trip with came and picked me up to go to the Creek (sweet fellow to do so).  So upon arriving we learn 2 line dances.  Now everyone knows I love to SHAKE it, like seriously I shake it so hard somethings bound to break (preferably the hearts of men all over the world HAH just chalk that up to my giggly mood).  So anywho to my shock and chagrin I am just OK at the line dancing.  Again shock and chagrin, I thought I could keep a beat I mean I sing, and pretend to play piano, and strum a chord or two on the guitar, and have banged on the jimbae a time or two, so I thought I had pah-ritty good rhythm.  This is where the semi embarrassment came in.  The fellow that I had come with being a sweet and sacrificial gentlemen (or possibly masochistic it's yet to be determined) asked me to 2-step when the 2-stepping songs came on (again sweet fellow) and let me tell you: IT. WAS. UGLY.  I couldn't be led, I couldn't stay on beat, first I was hip to hip with him, then I was facing him and almost stepping on his toes, then he has to tell me that I should take bigger steps because it's not salsa all the while my head is looking at my over sized boots and I am basically just marching around the dance floor in circles.  It was bad, the sweet guy endured this train wreck for two whole songs then made the wisest decision of his adult life and found some other partners.  Now there were a couple big cowboy men who were so good that they could throw an ungraceful girl gracefully around like a rag doll when she is unable to throw herself around, but this sweet fellow who agreed to drive my uncoordinated ass was a normal person who should and was able to lead another normal person... not me.  It was bad and ugly.  So moral of the story is I need too learn how the eff to be led, so that men will want to date me and dance with me, because if I saw a recording of my dancing I wouldn't want to date me and I love me!  Also bad dancing may make me giggly.

Still giggly my friends, still giggly!

Peace, Love, Flowers
Lisi