I have been neglecting my blogsite...all because of that nasty, stinking, uncooperative computer in the office.
Schuuupes. But y'know what? I will try to rise above this minor obstacle and do what I know deep in my heart that I must do...blog anyway.

C.O.T.
My grandfather bought a slightly used luxery car...and is going around telling people, in all seriousness, that God wanted him to have this new car.
I find this train of thought ridiculous at best, and downright offensive at worst. I mean "God" just finished wiping out the entire island of Grenada, but wanted him to have a new car? When the old one was still working perfectly too??? Oh yeah, that makes sense. Y'know,I don't think he hears himself when he speaks, but there's just no arguing with old people.

C.O.T.
Well, our dance instructor made the formal announcement to the line dance team that I , Daanz, am to be the official "movement coach" for a section of a line dance routine! Gotta say...I feel kinda fussy.
And at the same time...a little worried...

Will the others like my suggestions?
Can I overcome my reluctance to boss people around?
Will the clumsier team members be able to master the moves I suggest?
And more importantly...will the whole thing look good???