For some reason unknown to me, being single has begun to bug me since I past 40. It didn't really bother me in my twenties or my thirties. Yet lately I've been getting this odd sensation that I'm supposed to be married by now. I feel as if my expiration date is approaching but someone has already pulled me from the shelf and decided I'm not as good as the younger models that have just rolled off the assembly line.
So, I have been doing my best to put myself out there and advertise myself. I have registered with three different dating websites and that doesn't seem to be doing the trick. So, I have also been trying to attend more single activities put on by my church. I have found most of these activities to be quite terrifying. I'm originally from Ohio and have only resided in Utah the last four years. Where I come from, you just get out there and shake what yo momma gave ya to the beat of the music. Here, they're into ballroom dancing. I like to watch Dancing with the Stars and under the right circumstances, I wouldn't mind learning how to do a little ballroom dancing. But to show up at a dance stag and find that everyone else seems to know what they're doing is terrifying. I'm more comfortable with the pot luck dinners. Betty Crocker I may not be, but I do alright in the kitchen.
But I got invited to a singles picnic that was today, Saturday. And I went not knowing what to expect, except to meet up with some new associates and see what happens. I guess they had planned for us to play volley ball after we ate, but all of the volleyball nets were being used by younger more in shape folks than us. So we couldn't beat them up and send them on there way. Instead we played volley baseball. Something I had never played before. But it wasn't much different than baseball, except that you could tag a player out by hitting them with the ball like in kick ball.
Well, I'm one of those people that does my best to give 110% or better when I do something. I had worn athletic shoes instead of something cute because I didn't know what type of activity they had planned for us. The park was beautiful and is was a beautiful day. Problem was, I'm wearing athletic shoes on a baseball diamond that was made for cleats. So running full out, not a good idea. But I ran full out anyway. I managed not to loose my balance completely between and first second as my athletic shoes slid on the smooth soil meant for cleats. I made it to third. But between third and home, my feet slid out from underneath me on the meant for cleats soil and I wiped out.
My lovely naturally tan legs that I had carefully Naired are not a lovely matching pair at the moment. My right leg is wearing the battle scrap from knee to to mid-calf as a symbol of my valiant effort for my team. My right arm isn't happy either. I think I may have fractured it. I'll see how it behaves, which isn't very well at the moment, for the next day or two. If it still feels this bad or worse on Monday, I'll have it looked at.
And you want to know what? I'm so glad I went to that picnic. I had a great time.
