Everyone should every once in a while just forget about your worries and your strifes! Revert back to childhood. Just forget about everything that is stressing you out, weighing you down, and/or your responsibilies, and just be a kid again. Doesn't matter how long, or what you do but I guarantee it will feel great and whatever it is you choose to do it will make you feel amazing :) You might be a little sore later on or the next day, because face it your body just isn't as impermeable as it used to be.
If it's playing a childhood game like twister or Don't wake daddy, pulling out your old nintendo (or your atari for the older generations ;-) ). Going outside on a sunny day to play a game of hide and seek with your family or capture the flag... Or, like Ryan and I, go to toys'r'us and buy a slip n slide for $10!!! $10 VERY well spent. We had so much fun and even Ryan's mother and their two dogs joined in. It is the best feeling to see the people you love laughing and smiling like there is no place they'd rather be and not to mention the great memories and photo-ops that will last a lifetime. :)
Thats all I've got for now :)
Hakuna Matata.
Monday, May 11, 2009
Thursday, May 7, 2009
Quality of people
So, what is it about guys that makes them think that whistling and shouting is some sort of mating call? Are we [women] supposed to drop everything and swoon when some guy yells "Hey baby, nice ass. ow ow!" When I'm in my sweats walking into the grocery store?
Today, I'm just out enjoying a nice bike ride--seeing as the sun fiiiiinally decided that it wasn't mad at the world anymore--when two men--and I swear one of them had no teeth--whistled at me and then one says to the other (not loud but loud enough for me to hear) "tramp stamp. She got a donk(?) for a white girl." Okay, first of all...WTF. Second, what the f is a donk?! I don't even think I want to know...but seriously?!?! What kind of respectable woman would even respond to that? Ew.
So after all this I'm like whatever and roll my eyes at them and keep on keepin on..enjoying my bike ride :) As I'm riding towards a park a few blocks from my house, I hear freaking grunts and kiss noises coming from some unseen location and again I am thinking..WTF? I look up, and theres three freakin construction workers on the roof of a house on the corner practically falling off the side of the building and drooling onto the sidewalk to see a stinky sweaty red head, more blonde than red now but that is besides the point, in a sports bra and tank top riding her bike. Come on!! It's just gross.
Whatever, I think I've just decided that all men are pigs and that they can't help it, it is passed on from generation to generation and us women will just have to learn to accept it and overcome. And maybe it works for some women. Me? Not-so-much. All you gotta do is say the words "beer" and "pong" and I am yours. Just ask my boyfrenn Ryan. That's how he got me. Sorry boys. I like my men with all their teeth.
Today, I'm just out enjoying a nice bike ride--seeing as the sun fiiiiinally decided that it wasn't mad at the world anymore--when two men--and I swear one of them had no teeth--whistled at me and then one says to the other (not loud but loud enough for me to hear) "tramp stamp. She got a donk(?) for a white girl." Okay, first of all...WTF. Second, what the f is a donk?! I don't even think I want to know...but seriously?!?! What kind of respectable woman would even respond to that? Ew.
So after all this I'm like whatever and roll my eyes at them and keep on keepin on..enjoying my bike ride :) As I'm riding towards a park a few blocks from my house, I hear freaking grunts and kiss noises coming from some unseen location and again I am thinking..WTF? I look up, and theres three freakin construction workers on the roof of a house on the corner practically falling off the side of the building and drooling onto the sidewalk to see a stinky sweaty red head, more blonde than red now but that is besides the point, in a sports bra and tank top riding her bike. Come on!! It's just gross.
Whatever, I think I've just decided that all men are pigs and that they can't help it, it is passed on from generation to generation and us women will just have to learn to accept it and overcome. And maybe it works for some women. Me? Not-so-much. All you gotta do is say the words "beer" and "pong" and I am yours. Just ask my boyfrenn Ryan. That's how he got me. Sorry boys. I like my men with all their teeth.
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