boogie woogie!!!

i love dancing... i know i'm not particularly good...ok maybe i just plain suck at it...but hey...that little detail ain't stopping ms. ruby...that's my jive persona...ruby...love that name!!... i had a dance party in my living room the other night with my two boys... no mercy!!...my neighbours probably wanted to call the cops but i don't think police in the new south africa even bothers with calls like that anymore...imagine i was boogieing away and a cop knocked at the door...i would have thought he was a stripper and would have promptly dragged him inside...screaming "cuff me baby! cuff me n~o~w~~~..."

the poor kids couldn't keep up... their smiles said it all...they loved every minute...and that's the point isn't it...it doesn't matter how crap you are at some stuff...if you love it ~ don't stop...who cares what other's think of you anyway...

i reminded myself of travolta in saturday night fever...yeah baby...disco lights... it was so much fun! ... it took the kids a while to get into the groove but man it was a blast... i think dancing is like karaoke, some people just can't sing...they suck b~i~g time but they enjoy it so much...you just gotta love that blind confidence some have...rock on dudes...life's too short don't u think...!!

hi my name is bindi...

that was my indian name for our spring day party....bindi...bindi sure is a fun loving girl who drank way too much sangria and all ... we were given indian names to make sure that if we threw our names away, it wasn't our own ....that sure came in handy...it was hoodles and oodles of fun~! rani (indian name) my very good friend and her sister in law samia (indian name), us three took the indian theme to heart and talked the hindi indian talk all evening long, even this morning on the phone we just couldn't stop talking indian and all...hehehe...much fun indeed!

during the course of the evening samia and myself were chatting about smoking, which i of course do whenever i have a spare minute... her mom died of lung cancer about a year ago...and i had a moment of clarity in my drunken stupor...really it hit home...she herself was a smoker and after her mom died such a horrible smoke related death she of course gave it up... phew...i had a moment...and i got it...so i've given up my crutch...i'm walking around a bit wobbly today... but very proud of myself ... all of a sudden i'm very serious and all... oi... but i'm quite chaffed... for the first time i want to, and if you don't want to there is no way... so bindi made me do it...indian pride...

how cool is that!