Adventurous ME!

So, as I told you guys before, the McCord Family is in Minneapolis, MN for Christmas (The husbands fam lives here). Anyway, the next day after we get here (Christmas Eve, today) we go to the Mall of America. The only part I actually look forward to. We shop some, then we go eat (Dick's Last Resort) great place to go with a group of people, REALLY fun =) Then after that, I decided I wanted to be a bit daring. I was going to get my tongue pierced. As I said this out loud, my husband looked at me like I was crazy. I said, "Yep! I'm gonna do it." All he kept saying to me was "I'm gonna laugh at you when you start sounding like...Thith Thucks."

So we walk into the piercing place, and I pick out the tongue ring (a deep purple rod), read & signed some papers,and headed to the back where the piercing was gonna take place.

I sit on the bed that's back there, and I start asking the girl questions...Stuff that I was curious about, and more to keep my nerves down. The girl hands me a small cup with some mouth wash, I spit that out. Then she asks me to stick my tongue out as far as I can, I do. She hands me some hand towels, in case I drool, and with the other paper towel she wipes my tongue off. She gets a set of tongs with holes in it to let the needle thru. She presses on the tongs pretty hard. Then she tells me, "Take a deep breathe, I do. Then she says "let all the breathe out, now." I do as I am told, and just as I let the air out, the needle goes thru my poor tongue. I'm not gonna lie, I let out a little yelp. But, I didn't cry like my husband thought i was gonna do. I might be a punk, but I'm not that big of a punk...SHEESH!

I didn't cry, and I got a new piece of hardware...LOL! I wont be able to talk right for about a week (I hope) and I wont be able to drink alcohol for 72 hours, but I at least got something I always said I wanted to get.

This is gonna suck though, I'm starting to feel this thing...

Family Christmas Road Trip...update

So the McCord family is in route to Minneapolis, MN (Blah!) for Christmas break. We stopped the nite at a friends house in Chicago....More to the road trip, but I'll post that a later time. Right now it is mimi time for this girl. Catch you guys later!

Nastiness @ The Gym Locker Room

I’m in the locker room changing after a grueling 2 hour cardio workout kill session. And a lady, who had just finished using the shower, comes and stands behind me. I’m using the mirror, this means, I can see her, but she can’t see me. She takes her towel off and she’s butt naked! She turns her back to me, so in the mirror I see her ass is just ALL OUT! 0.o…I almost choked on my own spit after seeing that BS!!!

Face of UTTER DISGUST!!!

I look away, cause that crap caught me off guard! I look back thinking she’s done …Man was I WROOOOONG! Some how she thought it was a good idea to dress from the top down (Who does that?) anyway, This lady is bent over, still no panties on! Her ass was hairy as shit! Can you understand the horror I felt when I saw the crack of an overly wrinkled white lady’s ass?! You guys DO know what happens when you bend over, RIGHT? If you don’t know, I’ll tell you…Your ass cheeks spread the fuck apart! This fucking woman bent over, with no underwear on!!!!!! At that moment, all I could muster was a gasp. This bitch made me cough HARD! What I really wanted to do was yell out “WTF?! Stand the FUCK up! No one wants to see that shit!” I’m so fucking grossed out! I’m pissed off now.

HAIRY ASS!

Now I have to live with that nasty ass picture etched in my brain-housing-group, for the REST of my life =(……I might have nightmares tonight. This fucking sux!

After my intial shock...Total FUCKERY!!!

Please don't get me wrong....I know that the locker room is meant for changing clothes, quick showers, ect, ect...But there is such a thing as common sense. Put your damn underwear on before you walk into the common area....Ok Im done. Just straight up Fuckery!

I am NOT a Robot....

I’m usually an outspoken, happy person. But, once in a purple moon I would wake up mad at the world, and really don’t feel like being bothered. Is that wrong? If I am, then oh well…
For some reason, I’m not allowed to have feelings. I’m suppose to be a well oiled machine that doesn’t have any kind of emotions. I’m not allowed to be happy, sad, irate, etc, etc…I’m suppose to take shit and not respond to that shit. I’m suppose to just let shit happen, and eat the results with a fucking spoon. While everyone else in life walks around and vents their issues (good, or bad) to the world without anyone telling them to shut up. Why do I have to suck it up with a straw? Why do I have to sit there and take it?
No! I’m done shutting up, and keeping it to myself. I’m done watching and letting shit just happen, and not doing anything about it. And you don’t like it…Well, so sorry for you. If I am mad, you will know. If I am happy, you will know. And if I am IRATE! you will definitely know!
Let the past be the past? How can I do that when the past is always in my fucking face?! How can something be forgotten, if you are constantly reminded of it?
I am human…I will continue to have feelings…LIVE WITH IT!