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Originally posted 05/24/2011 04:15PM
According to Dancing with the Stars judge Len Goodman, the competition is still "anyone's to win."
But ahead of Monday's finale – when the winner of the coveted mirror-ball trophy will be revealed – the three remaining couples were just happy to have made it so far.
Backstage after Monday night's show, NFL player Hines Ward praised his partner, Kym Johnson. "To be here in the final is just amazing, because Kym took a player who's never danced before and got us to the finals," he told PEOPLE. "I owe it all to Kym ... Whoever wins it is going to be deserved. I don't think there's any animosity towards anybody."
Originally posted 05/23/2011 09:55PM
Dancing with the Stars is coming down to the wire with the first round of final performances, and Carrie Ann Inaba summed it up best with three words: "Hot, hot, hot."
Chelse Kane, Kirstie Alley and Hines Ward and their pro partners each did two routines Monday night before their final one on Tuesday night to determine a champion. Find out how they fared in the stretch.
Originally posted 05/23/2011 11:20AM
The end is near and I'm not talking about Saturday's supposed rapture.
Granted, I'm writing this blog three hours before the clock ticks over to May 21, so I'm really keeping my fingers crossed that the world doesn't explode just two days before the big Dancing with the Stars finale. Wouldn't that be my luck?
However, if the Earth dose come, I can say I went out with a bang. I can say that I danced on national television and had 15,000 rhinestones on my body over a 10-week period. I can say that I had six-pack abs and that I got to shake hands with Stevie Nicks and watch her sing "Landslide" just a few feet away from me. I can say that I kicked butt with the Karate Kid, had a pillow fight with Kirstie Alley and a shot of Patron with Hines Ward. I would leave the world with a check mark on my bucket list next to "make an appearance on The Tonight Show." I've already died and gone to Heaven several times this week alone.
But regardless of whether the planet continues to spin, for me, the end is near.
Originally posted 05/23/2011 11:15AM
Originally posted 05/16/2011 04:00PM
"Dun, dada dun, dada dun, dun. Dun, dada dun, dada dun, dun. Pressure, pushing down on me …" David Bowie's famous tune has been on repeat in my head this week.
After the elation of two 10s glistening up at me from the judges' paddles and surviving another week (thanks to the overwhelming efforts of Team Kanenballers), I woke up on Wednesday with renewed energy, ready to charge into the battle of the semi-finals.
I decided to have four large pizzas sent to the studio to celebrate, which unfortunately sent Mark Ballas and me into a massive food coma. And this week, Mark needs to create not one, but three dances to wow our viewing audience. Though we still put in our allotted hours, my partner and I left that night without even a segment of a routine under our belts.
Originally posted 05/09/2011 05:30PM
The word "instant" usually sounds promising. Instant messenger, instant replay, instant rice. However, instant dance? Doesn't have the same ring to it.
This week we have the infamous instant dance, where we learn choreography, but won't know the song we'll be sweating to until minutes before we perform live on Monday. In a way, the instant dance sounds like an oxymoron considering it feels like we learn every dance almost instantly. As I write, Team Kanenball is two days into learning two very unrelated routines.
Dance Uno: The Slow Waltz. A refined and romantic dance to a stunning song.
Dance Dos, the instant Salsa, which sounds delicious, but doesn't come with a margarita.
Originally posted 05/02/2011 01:35PM
This is Week 7 and the topic is PAIN.
It started when my partner, Mark, severely twisted his ankle in dress rehearsal and we weren't sure whether we were going to be able to do a live performance of our Quickstep. Although I wasn't the one with the throbbing foot, I was very concerned about his injury and Team Kanenball's future, so I had an additional knot in my stomach.
Then there was the agony of being surrounded by boy bands.
Originally posted 04/25/2011 12:00PM
It's a "Guilty Pleasures" week on Dancing with the Stars! Which is ironic, being that just a few months ago, Dancing with the Stars was my guilty pleasure. The only other TV show I have left in that category is Toddlers & Tiaras, which I have no intentions of competing in. However, I did dress up as one of the young pageant girls for Halloween.
Anyway, outside of Ben and Jerry's Karamel Sutra and Roscoe's Chicken 'N Waffles, most of my guilty pleasures are music related. 'N Sync, Aqua, Hanson and Backstreet Boys dominate my iPod's most played list, so you can only imagine the pure elation I experienced upon hearing that two of those bands would be performing at our results show this week. I immediately found myself flashing back to the fifth grade, listening to those songs via Walkman on my Now 2 CD while riding my Go-Ped and playing tag.
Not that those days are truly gone, seeing as Mark and I got into a full blown water fight on Wednesday. Sink sprayers and broken tailbones included. It seems as though our "rebellious" ballroom nature follows us everywhere. I can assure you production wasn't too stoked that we turned our studio hallways into a slip and slide.
Originally posted 04/18/2011 02:20PM
Monday will be "American Night" on Dancing with the Stars and nothing screams "USA" like the samba, a dance that originated in Brazil. However, my patriotic performance pants make up for the foreign footwork, especially since they are being held up by a belt with a big bald eagle soaring just under my belly button. Uncle Sam would be proud.
What comes to your mind when you think of America? I think of hot dogs. Two of which I consumed while watching the Lakers lose to the Oklahoma City Thunder at the buzzer last Sunday. I think of apple pie, Mount Rushmore and the Super Bowl. I think of rock and roll and Route 66. Which is fitting, since it's the theme that Mark has chosen for our shakedown. Mark will be dressed as a macho mechanic who I seek out to help me with a flat. However, in the real world, I've changed six tires by myself. Oh yeah, the perks of being an only child to a dad who wanted to make sure I was independent.
Originally posted 04/11/2011 02:25PM
Three is a magic number. It's the number of counts in the Viennese waltz. The number of days I've been learning the Viennese waltz for Dancing with the Stars since starting this blog and it's also the number of years I'm going to have to spend in therapy to stop counting everything in three's. For example ...
Three things I've learned this week:
1. Mark Ballas has toes of steel. I've stepped on every single one of them and he never flinches.
2. Mark Ballas has a chin of steel. I've head butted him twice now and he still hugs me at the end of rehearsal.
3. I have legs of steel. Literally, they are made out of solid, cold metal because they don't bend or do anything graceful. Scratch that, they're made of copper. Still stiff, just really golden.
Three things I wish I hadn't learned this week:
1. The smell of Mark's knee pads. It's as if the NHL bottled the stench of their used uniforms and doused Mark's knee pads with it. I know this because whenever I make a mistake with the choreography, Mark forces me to take a whiff as punishment.
2. Wood burns. That seems obvious if we're talking about a forest fire, but I'm talking about when your body is being dragged across a dance floor at warp speed, it can take a layer of skin off.
3. There are not enough carbs in the world to satisfy me.
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