Shanon’s Blog

So last night I’m driving down the freeway and I look over and see a truck with one of those decorative back window stickers with a picture of a giant Doberman pincher with the letters R.I.P. in a semi circle around his head. Really? I’m all about the tribute to someone or something you love passing away, but this seems a little much to me.  Having the ashes of your loved one in a bucket over the fireplace at home is one thing. But driving down the street and seeing your dead dog every time you look in your rearview mirror is another.  I don’t know why this bothers me so much, but it does.

You wanna know something else that bothers me? Hooters girls. I love the food there, don’t get me wrong. But as someone with a totally distorted body image, I have a hard time understanding why some people think it’s a good idea to parade around in their short shorts and tank tops. I don’t know that those outfits do anyone justice, but surely these women know that certain parts of the outfit are completely unbecoming of their bodies. And is it ok to be the pregnant Hooters girl? I realize it’s an honest way to make a living, but really? I know I’m judgmental, but you know you’ve thought the same thing before but didn’t have the nerve to say it out loud. I’m kind of saying it out loud but not really. At least I’m letting the 10 people who read my blog know what I think about this.

I’m going to start off this week on a happy note. It was a pretty great weekend. I didn’t do much but sleep on Friday, but sometimes you need days like that. I didn’t go out that night. In fact, I fell asleep on the bar at Buffalo Wild Wings for a second or three that night. Saturday was the softball tournament. We got our butts kicked, but it was still fun. We went and played football that afternoon and I got hurt. My neck is hurting so bad today and I got a migraine on Saturday night that was so bad, I woke up at 6AM and a porch light made me sick. I got hit once playing football then my feet came out from under me another time and I hit the ground hard enough to make my head bounce. I’m still feeling it today, but I guess at least I had fun getting hurt.

Sunday was interesting for me. Not really. I woke up groggy from the headache meds and didn’t come out of that until 4ish. Then I went to my mom’s house and got sleepy all over again. She made dinner for my grandpa and me, which was nice. I have tried to show her the way to use this new home gym she bought. My friend is a personal trainer and was going to do it for her but she’s now going through some personal stuff and couldn’t make softball or anything else this weekend. So my mom gets the small amount of knowledge that I have about working out. I feel bad that I don’t have more to give, but it is what it is, I guess.

Relationship stuff is great for me right now. Someone I used to date and I got back together over the weekend because I guess that’s just how it’s supposed to be. I was not going to be happy or get closure until I knew with 100% of my heart that I had given my all to this person. I didn’t feel this way before and I’m going to make it my goal to get there. I know how I feel. I just don’t do a very good job of showing the positive things. Instead I’ve perfected the art of getting all the bad stuff out there. No relationship can survive that, so I’m working on changing it. Wish me luck.