I have pulled a muscle

In my butt. Seriously. I pulled it bowling. Quit laughing!
The first incident happened last week(week 1 of spring league). I spent the first game bending at the waist when I threw the ball(cause I'm a little top heavy)and somehow a muscle was pulled.
For three days it hurt. No Tylenol or Ibuprofen touched the pain.
Then yesterday, (week 2) I felt it pull when I threw the first ball. Luckily I remedied the situation by switching to another pair of rental shoes(long story)and the pull/pain subsided.
This morning? No pain. Yay.
I wonder if butt strain is covered in sports medicine classes?
hmmmmmmm

Ugh

Dating sucks.
I think most readers of this blog are lucky enough to have a special someone in their lives, so you'll have to imagine a time long long ago. I swear, it must have been easier(pre 2000)to meet other singles. I have no doubt in my mind that if I were transported to 1949, 1955, 1967, or 1978 I'd be married no problem. It seems like being married was a priority in those days(for both men and women). If my current self was transported to those years, I'd be considered a freak. A 30 year old single gal, imagine that! I think that must be what they called a "spinster" or like my older post mentioned, the evil witch.

On a side note, being single(society wise)right now is not a bad thing. There has been quite the swing of the pendulum and now it's alright to be 40 and unmarried...
My issue is I do not want to be single. I want to be a wife.

I know that I should not think about it and go on living my life, but then that's easier said than done. It's like not scratching your chicken pox.

Sometimes...

it's the little things that help you through the day.
Right now it's "Finding Nemo", I'm telling you, it is pure medicine in movie form.
I love it.
Also, it has a few life lessons thrown in for fun...
listen to your parents(because they always have your best interest in mind)
and...
"just keep swimming"

Life is good

Yeah, I said it, Life is good.