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Welcome to the Gun Show

Recently, I’ve been pondering something, and I’ve come up with two hypotheses:

  1. Sexual harassment has scared people so much they’re afraid to compliment a woman’s eyes, hair, etc.
  2. I have the arms of a god.

I really want it to be #2. Here’s my proof:

  • It all began years ago when a guy tried to pick me up by complimenting my arms. Seriously.
  • Then JM complimented my arms at BlogHer.
  • More arm compliments by Jules, Darla, and Jess in last month’s comments.
Ladies, this is for you. I've been a slacker lately, so they're not nice as they usually are. Sorry.

Ladies, this is for you. I’ve been a slacker lately, so they’re not muscular as they usually are. And sorry about the bruise. Damn blood draws.

But now I have a new hypothesis. What if I’m just a very dull person? What if my arms are my only attractive trait? The only other things I receive compliments on are fake. 

The other day at the gym, this conversation happened:

Gym Guy: You’re looking beautiful today. As always. You have the most perfectly shaped eyebrows.

Now seems like a good time to mention I don’t take compliments well. I end up (A) blushing and changing the subject, or (B) oversharing. Just saying, “Thank you” rarely happens. 

Me: That’s because I pluck like crazy. Seriously, my real eyebrows are just short of a unibrow. ::face-palm::

Gym Guy: And your lashes are so long!

Me: They’re fake. I glue the extra eyebrows to the lashes. It’s all fake!

At least my hair is real. I might try brushing it this morning to see if anyone says anything.

Favorite Comment From Last Post: “Caption: I will cut you.”—Katie and a Blog


This Is as Graceful as I Get

On Sunday, I tried something I’ve never tried before. I took an aerial fabric class.

It was awesome! We learned several different climbs, positions, etc.

No, I didn’t make it to the top of the fabric. (I made it about one third of the way up through some twisting and flipping. Sorry I don’t have pics.) Learning how to maneuver your feet and legs takes practice. Only one crazy monkey girl in our class rocked it to the top of the fabric by just climbing.

But you don’t have to make it to the top to do some fun stuff.

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Thoughtsy: How far up am I now? Should I look down?

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Thoughtsy: I think I’m tangled. At least I’m 6 inches off the ground.

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Oooo…so this is how it’s done.

Now, if you’ll excuse me…I need to spend the rest of the week icing my arms and abs.

Favorite Comment From Last Post: “Time to Die! I’m going to start using that as my response whenever anyone asks me what time it is.”—JM Randolph