"Hey Susan, let's go to spin class!"
"Yeah, I just got done with spin class, I'm pretty tired."
"I'm going to spin class, I'll be back in an hour."
I can't tell you how many times I've heard these statements and similar ones on TV over the past 28 years. Everyone was talking about spin class. Carrie Heffernan was talking about it. Elaine Bennis was talking about it. If you were a woman in the 90's-early 2k's, you were concerned with spin class and talked about it often.
Now before I admit something very embarrassing to you, I feel like I should preface it with a little "about me." I'm the type of person that figures things out on his own. To you ladies out there saying, "Well yeah, you're a man," you can hush it. I just usually take a word or phrase, see the context it was used in, and go from there. I've done it all my life until recently, in fact, just the other day. That's because just the other day I found out something about spin class.
I found out that it isn't this:
Yeah. I know the girls in that video are twelve. But it was the first video I saw that really kind of matched the image in my head for "spin class."
Go ahead, finish laughing. I'll wait.
As it turns out, spin class has a lot to do with riding a stationary bike and nothing at all to do with having to get dizzy. Unless you're having some sort of cardiac fit on the bike.
So that's that, as it were.
If you were hoping to get an adoption tidbit thrown in here, you're in luck. Adoption Update REEEEMIXXXX! The progress has slowed down a bit, thanks to someone who has trouble keeping appointments and doing things when she said she would. I really don't have any idea why someone would purposely delay the rescuing of children from bad situations, but I guess there are people out there who feel that since they have that power, they can do it.
The lady wound up typing up a report on our lives. I read over the report, and I realized that Alicia and I have a pretty nice little thing going on. We've hit some rough spots, and there have been times when I'm sure we've both been ready to call it quits, but overall that report seemed to say that we have a good marriage, there is money in the bank for stupid stuff most months, and we would make some pretty decent parents when it all comes down to it. I was happy about that.
So now that report is going all over the world it seems like. Once it lands in the hands of our case manager, we'll either be approved or denied. I'm not going to lie. If they deny us, hide yo kids. Cause I'm going to be snatchin one up. I'm kidding, but geez. I really don't think we'll be denied. The only negative in our report is the fact that we said we'd "sometimes" spank our child, but wouldn't if they came from an abusive background. Y'all can say what you want, but I got spanked a LOT as a child. It worked. Mostly.
Also, I'm trying to get back in college. I'm going to be a writer, and I know that the only way those artsy fartsy editor douchebags will ever pay attention to anything I write is going be if I get a piece of paper that says I can do it well. Things are rolling for me to get back into it this spring semester, but we'll see how it pans out.
Most of you remember the Okay Christmas Parade video I made last year, and the ensuing drama. A good portion of you stood behind and grimaced at the view while we fought against 2 people in my hometown who thought I was being mean.
They had another parade this year.
So...ahem...I made another video. Here it is in all it's glory, and I wish you all a Merry Christmas. I promise next time to maybe not let so much time pass between bloggins.
Wednesday, December 15, 2010
You Spin Me Right Round...Plus The Okay Christmas Parade: 2010 Edition!
I'm a husband, father, son, brother, and friend. I teach English and Literature to the youth of today. I love Jesus and my mother, and I'll gladly introduce you to both. I love photography and writing. Duke basketball keeps me occupied for half the year, and hating Chapel Hill keeps me busy the other half. As you can tell from the title of my blog, I like stories. I'm a big guy with a big voice, trying desperately to be heard by someone before The Lord takes me home. Let's be best friends.