Why did I feel silently judged last night... SO I'm in the beauty supply store getting my weekly ration of shit I may never use again and the cashier says, if you use credit or debit it might take a minute. Well I had just left kickboxing (more on that in a minute) and I said, I'm not in any rush and then I say OH Let me see you tat! It was on his forearm and to me it looked like a lover's lane scene at the ocean. So he goes on to explain it is a symbol for a RADICAL lifestyle. He said he used to be very radical and reckless, but now as he's gotten older, not so much. And I'm standing there like ooohhh OK!? I'm not real sure what he meant by that. Was he a radical skateboarder? Radical for Christ?! Radical gay activist? I just don't know. He then goes on to say that the tattoo is more of a memory of his past and that it has meaning, and that he hates when people get tats of random stuff that don't have meaning. I do an awkward giggle and say well sometimes people put them in areas that are not so visible so it's ok. He say well but they should mean something! Now as a 39 year old woman I felt some kinda way about his assessment of tattoos. At 19 even though I thought I was grown, the tat I got was because I had a car, other people were getting one, and WHY THE HELL NOT!?? It's a strawberry on my left boob, that upon a quick inspection is fading. To this day some people when they see it they say I didn't know you had a tatoo!! Or you don't look like the tattoo type! Well no I'm not inked from head to toe and truth be told IT HURT so I have one and only one tattoo on my body. Most of the people I know even if they are small have more than 1. I had several co-workers who had very whimsical tats, or a manager that had big red lips on the side of her neck (scroll back about a year or so I blogged about it LOL). But my tat is personal and has meaning because that's what I wanted to do. My uncle thought I belonged to some secret sorority. My dad almost passed out when he saw it. My grandmothers were both very cool about the whole situation. And my mom thought it was hilarious. At 19 I made a decision, maybe it was quick and reckless, but I've never had a regret. YOLO!!
Last night I decided to give kickboxing another try. I have been hitting the group-ons and Living Social's real hard so a class for 10, 20 or 30 kickboxing classed were made available. Initially I said to myself, well, I'll do 10. But experience has taught me that sometimes less is not more. I got 20 and was pumped!! The first class the little dude that taught it clearly has been a student but not a teacher. His class was horrible and unbalanced and I do yoga now so it's all about balance. Last night I decide to give it another shot and PRAY that is it's a different teacher. It is!! Yay. This guy reminds me of Rex, of Rex Kwan-do in Napolean Dynamite, with the parachute pants one side is stars, the other stripes. OK so this guy does not have on this outfit, but something just reminds me of him. He is just too pumped for this class. So we start off with running 8 laps around the room. UUUHHH EXCUSE ME TEACHER... but me and the girls don't run!! so I do a lil trot until I stop to walk. We do some other warm ups and then we start punching the bag. Jab, jab, punch... After a few of those he yells something... still not even real sure what he said but when he yells lets just say DOWN! everyone drops and does a burpee. I look around like OH HELL NO!! He spots me looking like a deer in headlights and says YOU CAN DO IT!! So jab, jab, punch DOWN so I jump down and try so very hard to keep up. And then I get a freaking cramp in my left arm.. EXCUSE ME TEACHER BUT I HAVE A CRAMP ...can I just sit down somewhere!?!? PLEASE!!! after a few more he stops. At the end we are supposed to do a frog (jump up and land) to the mirror and scissor crunches. At this point I have had it. I had a partner and I announce to her in a whisper uuuuhhh partner, I am NOT doing that!! Thankfully she was like well just do regular crunches and lunges to the front OH yeah I can do that!! The class was much better but kickboxing is just NOT for me!! I am in PAIN and have just popped 3 ibuprofens. My legs, my back, my arms, hell even my toes HURT! This morning I parked on the 2nd level in the garage and had to walk down the steps. As I hit the 2nd step I was like OH LORD BABY JESUS IN HEAVEN!! and then did a little whimper which I know probably scared the pregnant lady behind me. I wanted so badly to explain the I took a kickboxing class and that I was in pain. I took the elevator to 2, something I rarely do these days. OH and the name of the routine was the widow maker!! DA HELL?!?! So I'll take the hot yoga and sweating profusely, and dancing to Spanish lyrics ANY day!!
I'm rocking a little fro right now. My hair has no shape and I know as soon as I cut it I'm gonna be like DAMN WHY DID I CUT MY HAIR!?!?! So I'm going to get it braided soon. I got some flexirods last night and I like the results! Initially it looked like a curly perm from hell, but something about a nice little head band to pull it together.
This weekend was Mother's day and it was very bittersweet. First off, I am so very happy that my mother is still alive and has been in my life this long. Some people lose their mom's early in life and it always makes me sad. Both of my dearly departed grandmothers lost their mom's when they were kids and they had to do alot of self raising. Back when I was a kid the whole family (it was whole lot of us) would do Sunday brunch for mother's day. It was me and my immediate family which was 4 or 5 depending on where the brother was, my grandparents, my cousins AND their grandparents, aunts and uncles and it maybe was close to 25 people when all was said and done. Now, it take so much effort just to get us all in the same place. We have family reunions every even year since 78 (i think) Memorial Day weekend but inevitably folks will act like it's they can't find the money to attend, but then they go to the Bahamas or where ever it is they go. It has felt like the family has been slipping away for some time. Everyone has their own family and they do their own thing. And it's just kinda sad. I didn't even see my aunt and cousin who came in from Florida. And everyone has an excuse and I almost want to be like you can't take a weekend every few years and just be together?! Maybe not mothers day weekend but any random weekend? I keep saying I'm going to have a cookout at my house for everyone to come in..maybe I will!!??
I'm doing a lil happy dance now cause I just got 45 points in Words with Friends!! This particular friend I'm playing has been kicking my butt!! And I feel like I keep setting him up for the triple word and any other tile that has good value. SUCK IT DJ2!!! LOL
I really need for it to NOT rain today. I finally got some gas and I am going to cut my jungle yard.
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