Hey tumblrs! Jenna. 22 years old. Gay. Single. I'm a college student studying nursing, teaching Les Mills BodyCombat, and working at a domestic violence shelter in Illinois. I love: skydiving, sports, working out, swimming (and anything in the water), adventures, and smart, athletic women. My blog: a hodgepodge of gay things, workout things, pretty girls, and things that I find funny or annoying. Take it or leave it. I'm ALWAYS here for any followers that need to talk about anything (anon or not) I love meeting people and hearing their stories. What's yours?
DISCLAIMER: If you ask my advice, know that I am giving you an answer based on a few college nutrition courses, my own personal experience, what I have read, what I have been told by my nutritionist/doctor, etc. I AM NOT A SUBSTITUTE FOR MEDICAL ADVICE.
Catching Elephant is a theme by Andy Taylor
I have decided teaching swim lessons is one of the most awkward jobs ever. I have had more little kids accidentally pull down the top of my suit, touch my boobs, put their foot in my crotch when they’re pushing off back to the wall, and tell me private things about them or their parents than I can count. Not to mention when you’re teaching an adult who can’t swim so you have to find ways to help them with minimal touching of their body. I’m sorry but I think it’s an invasion of privacy to have my hand on the stomach of anyone above the age of 12. Whatevs. It beats the hell out of lifeguarding and two of my kids (we call them the peanuts) are literally the cutest human beings on the planet.
That awkward moment when your fiscally republican grandmother won’t stop sending you anti Obama emails even though she knows you’re pro-Obama…..
here you go anon. i hate pictures because i’m wildly unphotogenic but here ya go!
uncomfortable.
I feel awkward at my Mom’s house as it is but when her boyfriend is here I feel like the younger sibling cockblocking and getting in the way. It’s a shitty feeling considering how I used to be such a Momma’s girl. I miss how close we used to be. And it’s odd because I never feel awkward around my Dad’s girlfriend. At least tomorrow I’ll be on my way to my Dad’s house where I always feel welcome and loved :) Anyone else with divorced parents who are dating feel this way?
unfortunately accurate.
