I’ve always been a sucker for an English accent. You could try to convince me that the moon was covered in a layer of powdered sugar and if you said it with an English accent, l promise I’d

believe you. My dialect addiction only intensified upon meeting my _Dancing_ partner, Mark Ballas. He’s a London native who loves to whip out the occasional “mate” or “wanker” and it gets

increasingly hilarious with each passing week. However, this infatuation came to a screeching halt Monday night after hearing yet another English accent when the _DWTS_ announcer uttered the

words, “Dancing the fox trot is Chelsea Kane and her partner, Mark Ballas.” At that point, I can confidently say my crush on any Jude Law sound-alike left the building. PHOTOS: It’s

of rhinestones to clean up instead of wrapping paper. I still got my tinsel fix, though – Cheryl Burke‘s hair was full of it. Well, bring on the next holiday. I’m back on my feet and

halfway through dance two. It’s jive time. A word that looks similar to jive? Java. Which I have been drinking excessive amounts of in order to keep up the energy required to perform this

piece. There is so much jumping and kicking and flicking and if it isn’t executed perfectly, I will definitely come off looking like the female version of MAD TV’s Stuart. As of now, “Team

Kanenball” is tied for third place, so we really need to step up our game. We’re hoping to do that with a couple of sausage rolls. Yes, that is literally the name of a dance move and it

makes me uncomfortable on so many levels. One of those being that I hope I’m not having an “I feel fat day” on Monday. This breakfast food move requires Mark to kick over my face two times

at warped speed, so if I black out on stage this week, it won’t be from the nerves of my live performance, it will be because my jaw is shattered and I will write my next blog from the

hospital. On that note, wish me luck.