I sit on a yellow, exercise ball at my computer desk. I thought that was what they were for. God forbid I exercise with it. It has lost quite a bit of air lately and so my chin is practically resting on the desk now, and my arms are nearly above my head trying to type. So, I got a barstool. I tried that, but my knees are hitting the edge of the desk and I have to rest on my elbows to see the screen. Because Jason is out wrangling bulls or something, I needed to take charge of this situation. Being the oh-so-capable-of-anything woman that I am, I went to the garage to find a tool to wedge out the little white plastic doo hickey that holds the air in my exercise ball. I settled on a screwdriver. I searched for the air pump for 15 minutes and finally found it under the couch. I dusted off the cobwebs and I proceeded to air up my exercise ball with a hand pump. My right arm got a muscle cramp, I switched arms, my left arm got a muscle cramp, (didn’t know I was ambidextrous did ya?) I stopped to mop the sweat from my brow and gasp for breath while air slowly seeped back out of the ball. I repeated this process seventeen times. Eventually I gave up, and plugged the ball back up, and am sitting on a nearly deflated yellow exercise ball with my chin resting on my desk while I type this. I was going to write a blog much more interesting than this, but after this whole ordeal, I’ve completely forgot what I had in mind and if I remembered, I don’t have the energy to care. I think I’ll go get drunk now.
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I’m Angel, a.k.a. Rocket Surgeon, and these are my chronicles. I love writing and I believe our stories should be shared, so here you’ll find anecdotes of my life, loves, worries, fears, joys, and experiences. I blog about my mishaps and adventures as a wife, mommy, auntie, wanna-be writer, teacher, Texan, country/city/mountain girl, cereal killer and Jesus-freak. A few things you might discover about me: •Jesus is my everything; without Him I am nothing, but with him I can do all things •My family makes this world a better place for me to live in •I adore chickens, the live ones, although the cooked ones aren’t too bad either •I have 2 dogs: Grace and Ozzie. And one cat: Rocky Muffin •My dream job would be to raise chickens and write best sellers Thanks for stopping by. Kick off your shoes and stay awhile. I know your time is valuable and I honor you for spending a few moments here with me. I hope you find something to brighten your day, lighten your load, make you chuckle and remind you of the good in the world. “When you look for the bad in mankind, expecting to find it, you surely will." Pollyanna I’m always eager to meet new online friends, so leave a comment and introduce yourself. View all posts by Angel