Nearly a decade ago this full-time housewife, mother of two and Dancing with the Stars fanatic launched a blog called Just Another Ordinary Day. My not-so-hidden agenda in blogging was to become famous… not paparazzi-infiltrating-suburban-neighborhoods famous… just famous enough to garner an invitation to join the cast of celebrity contestants on DWTS. Fast forward five years.
Meet Lulu, our new puppy. In case you’re wondering, it is possible to bring a dog with you to a dance competition. I’m not talking about cloistering your furry friend away in a crate in your hotel room while you hit the dance floor. No. No. I mean actually taking your dog into the ballroom while you are competing. And I’m not talking about one of those little ones that fir in your purse. I’m talking about a regular old 35 pound bad breath in your face dog. It’s
If you like The Dancing Housewife, you might like my other blog, Just Another Ordinary Day. You also might find it interesting that when I first launched it, I was obsessed with Dancing with the Stars so there you have it. I was intrigued by ballroom dance way before I ever set foot on a dance floor, but wait. It gets better. For reasons I cannot even begin to explain, I was so obsessedwith Dancing with the Stars, I actually fantasized
I rarely take social media quizzes, but I took this one and… SHUT. THE. FRONT. DOOR.
They say you can’t teach an old dog new tricks, but apparently you can. Check it out.
Like I said. Old dog. New Tricks. Word.
Obviously I’m not a dog-turned-human, but the truth is the Old Dog version of me spent more time and resources grooming the family dog than I did grooming myself because that’s what moms do. We put everybody – including the dog – first. There are
For those of you assuming I drag my poor husband, kicking and screaming, to the dance studio, think again. He likes to dance as much as I do. In fact, our very first date back in 1982 was an eight-hour dance marathon. Apparently he fancied himself a pretty good dancer back then and figured he could impress me with his snappy moves. He was right. We went all the way that night… as in WE DANCED THE ENTIRE 8 HOURS WITHOUT