WILD GIRL

Well, I showed my wild side today and got a second hole put in my ear. I know, I know. It's hard to believe. I am usually so sweet and innocent. Sarcasm aside, my Daddy will think this is a tragedy. He barely let my sister and I get one piercing when we were kids, and he will not be happy about this little addition. The thing is, we just aren't going to tell him. Maybe he will notice, maybe he wont.

I wasn't worried about the pain so much, as I was the sterilization process. I wanted to know how the instruments were cleaned, how my ear would be cleaned, etc. I had a LOT of questions. Imagine that.

After I was sure, I would not contract typhoid fever, I sat in the chair. Back up, I did have a small MI after I was told how much I would have to pay for the earrings. "Because they are sterile." Um, you got some peroxide or some alcohol and we can use these $12 ones. Ok, ok, here's your money. "But, the piercing process is free with the purchase of the earrings." Trust me darlin', there is nothing free happening in this transaction.

Where was I? Oh yeah, in the chair. She didn't give a girl a warning, which is probably a smart thing. Punch, punch. Ow, ow. All done. No sucker, no sticker, nothing.

Oh well, I still feel like a big girl now.

BACK IN THE SADDLE

Hello! Long time, no write to. I am indeed alive and well. I hope you are too.

I have recently joined a gym. I’ve been dying to get back into a spin class. I’m really enjoying it. I had a new instructor Thursday night.

This particular instructor likes to take popular songs, such as “You Shook Me All Night Long” and somehow increase the speed of the song 10 fold. When you’re dripping sweat from every pore in your body, it really just kind of makes you want to jump off your bike and tackle her! And she makes up her own words, and belts them out. It’s just annoying. For example, “…knocking me out with those spinning thighs.” It’s really hard to glare while sweat is filling your eyeballs though.

Another thing she does is shake her finger at you and say, “no, no, no” if you try to adjust your resistance downward. I’ve never been one to appreciate someone pointing their finger at me, much less shaking it at me.

She shook her finger Thursday night, and I thought, “That is it! I’m gonna hurt you!” Right after that, I threw up a little bit in my mouth and said, “Never mind. Continue your butt kicking.” Twenty minutes later, the girl beside me started dry heaving. I was trying to yell over the music, “ARE YOU GOING TO THROW UP?!?!” See, I was pinned between her and the wall and I would have been trapped. She started shaking her head that she was NOT going to throw up and she pushed through. Phew.

I’m looking forward to continuing the class and encountering the adventures to come. Just pray that I don’t throw up or pass out. Or fall, while I’m trying to get off the bike.

WORDLESS WEDNESDAY