Life is Weird.
I know this is a late post, but I had a lot happening on Sunday so here I am. Life is weird. A few weird things that have happened these last few days…
The roomie, Kyra, and I went to Dollar Tree for some Christmas decorations because your girl here loves Christmas. Now, it was a pretty normal shopping spree at DT when it started… I picked out some quality decorative ribbon, garland, ornaments on a string, and a classy glitter-infested sign that reads Merry Christmas. So festive! But here is where it got really weird.
We were in line to checkout, and there was a lady in front of us in line. She was an older woman and she pointed out a baby that was behind Kyra and I in line. This baby was wearing an adorable onesie that had mittens and a hood with some animal ears on it, if I recall correctly. We coo’ed at the baby in his/her adorable outfit, and I said “I want one!”
The woman looked at me and began telling me that her daughter had gotten pregnant at the age of 17 and it wasn’t a good idea. She went on and on about her daughter and the pregnancy, and to be honest, I have no idea what she was saying half of the time she was speaking to me. I just stared at her…trying to figure out what she was saying. It wasn’t working. She mentioned her daughter only got pregnant so she could stay away from her father or get back at her father, something like that. “The whole pregnancy, I was rolin!” What does that even mean? Rolling along, carefree? Rolling drugs? I have literally no clue.
She would pause, expecting me to agree with what she said or maybe put in my input…wish I could tell you. But I have no idea what she was saying. I just nodded, and every so often gave Kyra a sideways glance like ‘do you have any idea what is happening right now?’
Finally, her husband said “Lets go, honey.” So she looked at me and said “Don’t get pregnant.” And walked out. The people around us were just pretty much stunned and not sure how to handle this extremely awkward situation. Kyra and I walked towards the register, and I couldn’t control my laughter. I wasn’t even talking about wanting a kid. I wanted a cute onesie for myself.
The cashier boy probably thought I was a little nutty, but thats okay. I kept saying out loud “I didn’t even want a kid, I wanted the outfit!” But anyways, I got my Christmas decorations, so thats good. Five dollars well spent.
Another awkward situation Kyra and I happened to get ourselves into was Monday night workout session. We were all hyped up to go workout and be productive, so we signed up for some kickboxing stress burning/calorie burning cardio class. Sounds fun. WRONG.
We walked into the class, and it was the room with giant windows that are facing the entrance to the rec so literally everyone who walked into the rec would be able to see us. Oh good, everyone can watch us be awkward and not know how to do any of this…awesome! So we picked spots somewhat in the middle, by no windows. Except it didn’t really matter, because there were maybe 5 other people in the class.
The class started out with a warmup. I, being sick, was coughing almost the entire time. Rough life. But the warm up consisted of every fast-paced punching, elbow swinging, upper-cutting, and swaying…what were we doing. We had no idea what to do, and it was moving so fast that we couldn’t even keep up….may I remind you that this was a WARMUP. So Kyra and I gave each other the look, nodded heads, and awkwardly walked to the cubbies, got our water bottles, and walked out.
Niceeeeeee. That’s not noticeable. We are champs.
But other than that, I am beyond pumped for Thanksgiving break. Relaxation, here I come…it will be much appreciated after being sick this past week and a half.
Also, happy birthday to Thomas Lynch. He’s honestly one of my biggest supporters. He teaches me things, he helps me keep it together, and I am so lucky to have the privilege to have him in my life. I can not wait until I can go to New York this January and spend quality time with you. 🙂 Don’t worry, I will write a wholeeeeee blog post about that trip. With lots of photos. Lots. Of. Photos.
Until next time,
Jenna.
P.S. Hi Nicole and Shea
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