Wrestling With Myself

Happy Monday everyone, praying for you all to have a great week. Well, I went to the pet adoption fair on Saturday, but did not have any luck. Mostly what they had, was big dogs, and cats. I am looking for a puppy. We will be going to the pound this coming Saturday, my search continues. We went to see wrestling yesterday, took a bunch of pictures, but they all turned out very fuzzy. Oh well, we have our memories. My sweet husband, who is a huge wrestling fan, said he had the most fun watching me!! There were several kids sitting behind us, boys and girls. They were probably ages 12-15. Their mom and dad were sitting beside them, and their grandparents were sitting beside me. We had so much fun. We all screamed at every wrestler that came out to wrestle. If we liked them, we would say things like, "Go Cena Go!! "Get Up Cena!! "You Still Have Heart Cena!!  If we did not like them, we would say things like, "Somebody Needs To Call Your Momma!! "Boo"  "Go Home"  "Chattanooga Does Not Like You!!  There was this one guy, who came out to wrestle, he kept saying that he was better than any man, woman, or child, in Chattanooga Tennessee. That really got those kids fired up!! They stood up, and started stomping their feet, saying, "Come On, We Will Show You, What Chattanooga Is Made Of!! This one boy, who was sitting in back of me, really liked me. He had been laughing at me all night, because I was screaming with them, at the wrestlers, saying boo, and everything. He said, hey lady, stand up, and tell him you will show him what Chattanooga is made of. So, I stood up, and screamed out, hey, you want a piece of Chattanooga?? I will wrestle you, and show you what Chattanooga is made of!! Those kids, their parents, and grandparents, all cracked up. My husband could not stop laughing. Yes, I am a crazy woman!! Needless to say, I had a good time with my husband yesterday. The only bad news, I was so wore out from having to walk up, and down so many flights of stairs. I really thought, I was not going to make it. When we finally got back to the parking garage, I had to stand by the car for about ten minutes, just to catch my breath. Then, I got in the car, still could hardly breath, feet, and legs hurt so bad, I started crying. When we got home, Eddie had to help me into our apartment. I fell asleep when we came in, and sat down. Today, I am really hurting, and having problems breathing. But, it was worth it, even if I am now wrestling with myself. I am happy!1