Radio Therapy & Twinkling

Yesterday was a bit of a headache. I woke up resentful that I had to tend to GM 24/7, annoyed that I had agreed to feed and walk a neighbor’s dogs while she was out of town, and pissed off that the weather was turning warm. I was also extremely jealous that Mother was still fast asleep in her room and having a good and true day off. Where the fuck was MY day off.

Oh and I was super pissed that the pharmacy didn’t have a prescription in stock for pick up on Friday. I mean for cripe’s sake, we live in a town with a bazillion senior citizens and you are telling me that you don’t have aricept?

So I took my bad mood self and begrudgingly got into the car for a quick trip to the pharmacy. The car was too hot inside which pissed me off more so I rolled down all the windows. I cursed every single person that was out & looking like they were carefree and happy and all the things I wasn’t.

On the way home I realized that I wasn’t quite as bitchy. Then it hit me: the random satellite radio station that I was listening to had just played three songs in a row that utilized the phrase, “shake it”, within their chorus. And yes people, I had, without my realizing it, been “shaking it” within the confines of my cushy and over-sized driver’s seat. And “shakin it” felt damn good.

By the time I got home I was fucking singing and smiling. Radio killed the volatile girl.

AND the good vibes somehow managed to stay with me today. I woke up kinda late in the 8am genre and decided to call up a neighbor to see if she wanted to go for a walk. We ended up walking the 2 miles to the club’s fitness center and THEN we worked out.

I have been walking around 2 miles a day for the last week and a half (one perk of agreeing to dog sit) but the extra oomph of weight lifting and machine involvement was powerful. At one point I glanced over and saw a very studly looking man putting some weights back in their place. “Oh!” my libido woke up and suddenly I was checking myself out in the overly abundant gym mirrors to see how fugly I was looking.

As I was mentally giving myself lipo I heard an all too familiar rip. I looked over at the studly man and saw that he had slipped on his yoga style matt. But the sound, oh that sound, was so farty sounding that you couldn’t help but laugh. So, being the mature and sophisticated person that I am, I laughed. Which, in turn, made studly go all cute and pink in the face. Which made me make the, “I know you didn’t just fart, but it sure sounded like you did” gesture. Which made him make the, “well just as long as you know I didn’t really break wind then that is cool” nod. Which made me…TWINKLE at him.

In case you are not familiar with twinkling, it is the precursor to flirt. It is that extra something in your eyes or smile that lights up when you are considering going in for a full on flirt.

I haven’t twinkled at somebody in 600 years, and yet there I was in all of my spandex, large ass, red faced, sweaty head glory twinkling. Of course I couldn’t keep my gaze long enough to see if I got a twinkle back. Chances are that I didn’t, but I don’t give a shit. Just knowing that I still CAN twinkle is something to celebrate.

February 25, 2007 | Filed Under being single, just writing

Comments

8 Responses to “Radio Therapy & Twinkling”

veeandjay on February 25th, 2007 6:08 pm

Oooh, you’re a sly one! Twinkling in the gym no less!! Especially sweet cos he was probably expecting humiliation and embarrassment, and then there you were, twinkling with your striking eyes and beautiful newly red hair? I just KNOW you got a twinkle back, girl!!
Sherry on February 25th, 2007 7:34 pm

YOU, my dear, are a phenomenal writer… full of wit and spunk and a crafty vernacular and even when you’re blue, there is beauty in the shades of indigo you spin. But this has to be the best post I’ve read from you in YEARS. YEARS. I love hearing you “twinkle”. Love love love it.
j on February 26th, 2007 1:56 pm

Right. On.

As one who finds all scatalogical/fart humor fairly hysterical (I don’t know why. It’s just so funny) even fake fart stories are awesome.
Melody on February 26th, 2007 3:15 pm

You are so adorable. Loved this post.
Jennifer on February 26th, 2007 5:16 pm

Yay for the twinkles! Did you get Fart Man’s name? Do you see him a lot at the gym? Nothing like a hot body to look at to keep one on a regimine! And when IS your day off? Do you ever get a break for more than a few hours??
yellow on February 26th, 2007 6:50 pm

hey just wanted to let you know that i recently had major blogger issues and switching to firefox helped. not sure what you use but maybe firefox could help to delete the rest of your old blog that’s in limbo.
the_road_less_travelled on February 27th, 2007 12:40 am

Twinkle and shake it hon! Glad you’re feeling better. Your posts always make me smile.
artsweet on March 1st, 2007 5:56 am

too funny! I always get the farts at karate and they just reverberate all over the place on that wooden floor.

Keep on twinkling!