Thug Life

Ok, so I have seriously mistreated my dear sweet blog and my dear sweet blogger friends.  First things first, shout out Emily K. Bryant!  Why?  Because I just want to.

Ok, so I am so sorry I have neglected my poor blog for so long.  I realized how sad it has made me, today.  So, my new goal is to write at least once a week.  So….if I do not, sweet friends, you can leave me angry comments or cut me in person…whatev.

So, I currently look like a lobster!  It must mean summer is on it’s way!!  I just got home from hiking at Palo Duro Canyon with Katie and Daniel Hardy.  SO fun.  Part of it was straight up hill and I sounded like a panting dog.  Surprisingly, I did not pass out.  Thank goodness because there would be no way to air lift me out.

Here’s a fun diddy:

So, my aunt goes to a chiropractor, who is somewhat my age and single.  So, she gets this grand plan that we should date.  Away I drive to his office.  Scared to death the first time.  Complain of back ache, which I have, but I always have (and it is getting better with the treatments.  Two birds, one stone). 

I don’t know if you have ever been to a chiro, but they bend you and pop you in ways that are somewhat unnatural.  So, naturally it’s a little scary.  Not to mention there is pressure added and you’re pushed upon.  I’m pretty sure that we made it to second base on our first date.  No lie.  Accidentally. 

Thank goodness someone told me what to expect because I was thinking it was going to be like a massage.  Good thing I didn’t wear my tear-away Velcro suit.  Anywho, I have been going for several weeks.  Building a relationship.  Flirting.  Good conversation. The next time my aunt is about to go see Dr. Chiro, I say ”hey, when you see Dr. Chiro tomorrow, make sure you talk me up.  Tell him I’m cute and funny.”  Easy enough to follow, huh?

WRONG.  Aunt CB, we shall call her, asks him when I can stop coming every week because I still live at home and I need to stop wasting money and gas.

WHAT?!   Who in their right mind would think that is a way to talk someone up.  No one…well one person, Aunt.  How is it making me look cute to mention I live at home?  Why would you try to stop me from going on my dates once a week?  Isn’t that terrible.  It is.  She should have just told him I am addicted to crack and can’t come anymore.  Guess I will cross that one off my possible dating list.  Thanks.