1st Time

If you would pick any style of music that I really don't care for, the bottom of the list
would be rap, right above that is Country.
Well Barbie, put on your jeans and flannel shirt, we're going line dancing.
YaHoo.

About 20 years ago we were at a dinner/trade show, sponsored by on of my suppliers.
It was somewhere near Phila. in a Holiday Inn along a highway.
The trade show was in one conference room and I found out later that there was
some sort of country dance going on in another room. I learned this when I went to the
restroom and there was a young fellow decked out in cowboy boots, hat, the whole deal.
He was proud when he showed me his cowboy boots that lit up when he took a step.
(my grandkids have sneakers like that, but I figured anyone over the age of 6 would
probally pass on it).
He was a nice guy, but his first mistake was talking to me in the restroom (just not done)
and then the lighted boots.....I was able to keep my composure until he was out of range, but it
was hard.

Maybe I'll meet him again.....

From Ron

We are not that old, but we are starting to get very set in our ways (at least I am)
I have the same breakfast, 7 days a week, the same lunch 6 days a week.
I get up at 5:37am on Mon, Wed, Fri to go to the gym, don't even need an alarm clock.
So....this idea to do and experience some different strokes with different folks isn't
totally out of character. When we travel, we love to explore and discover new things.
We just never do it at home.

Did you ever play the game where you assign famous names to random people that you see in public? The guy with long hair and a beard is Jesus, the white hair and bearded fat guy is Santa, those 2 obese women are the funnel cake sisters. It's mean, we would never say that to their faces, it's sort of a mumble to each other and a small smile, makes us feel superior. Time to meet them face to face on their turf.

The idea is to plan an activity that we would not normally do with people we would
not normally associate with, stretch our horizons. One month I will do it, the next, Barb
will do it. We won't tell the other until a few days before hand and will announce it on this
blog. Then, after the event, the one who did not plan gets to critique the activity and
the people we met. We are not looking for a new hobby or new friends, but if we find
either, we will be the better for it.

Is Lancaster county really that conservative and set in it's ways....we are about to find out.

ron

Introduction

I remember the specific incident, if not the exact date. Ron's announcement came somewhere in the frantic preparations of the holiday season and our trip to Costa Rica. He had started down to work, but came back to stand over me as I typed some banal drivel of a comment onto Facebook, "I had an idea...". My extremely sympathetic and supportive retort was an emphatic, "Oh, shit". After 33 years of marriage, I knew, nothing good was going to come of this.

Ron thinks it would be great fun to test our limits. To push ourselves to experience new and different ideas, philosophies, lifestyles...cuisine? I'm hoping this doesn't lead up to some perverse wife-swapping thingy (unless he's met with John Barrowman and we're negotiating a threesome). Ron wants to, monthly, do something, see something, go somewhere we wouldn't normally do/see/go. All this, at a time I just want to rest and begin the downward spiral into old age....

But, seriously, what choice do I have? I have to go along with this...or he'll pout. Really, he puts on his martyr face and mopes! He looks at me like his heart is broken! Why can't he just throw things and beat me...

So anyway, this month we start, thus the new blog to record our "adventures", or to give the police a head's up when we're reported missing...