I love that God has such a great sense of humor because I love to laugh! This past weekend I was on a build in Mexico and well here is the story:
I squatted down in my old jeans to paint the stove table yellow and I hear a... Wait a minute, let me set the stage. My back is to a trailer that is full of men who are taking a little water break. Okay so I hear a little rip. I reach around and find a good 2 inch hole in the rear end of my jeans...and yes every guy behind me saw. I ran to the van holding my pants together and grabbed my sweatshirt to tie around my waist. I went back to work after many comments and many many laughs. My favorite comment..."Thats a new side of Jen". Well see the story continues...I squatted again to continue painting and i hear another rip and another and then one more. The rip became (i should really measure it) at least 8 inches long exposing my entire left cheek (under the sweatshirt of course). Plans were to return to the ranch for dinner but the church we were helping out invited us to stay at Estero Beach and eat with them. So me and my two dear friends took a little trip to Wal-Mart and we all three bought sweatpants so I didn't feel ridiculous by myself.
I squatted down in my old jeans to paint the stove table yellow and I hear a... Wait a minute, let me set the stage. My back is to a trailer that is full of men who are taking a little water break. Okay so I hear a little rip. I reach around and find a good 2 inch hole in the rear end of my jeans...and yes every guy behind me saw. I ran to the van holding my pants together and grabbed my sweatshirt to tie around my waist. I went back to work after many comments and many many laughs. My favorite comment..."Thats a new side of Jen". Well see the story continues...I squatted again to continue painting and i hear another rip and another and then one more. The rip became (i should really measure it) at least 8 inches long exposing my entire left cheek (under the sweatshirt of course). Plans were to return to the ranch for dinner but the church we were helping out invited us to stay at Estero Beach and eat with them. So me and my two dear friends took a little trip to Wal-Mart and we all three bought sweatpants so I didn't feel ridiculous by myself.
Maybe a half hour later, I was stung by a bee under my right arm. I was wigging out because i knocked the bee off but the stinger was still in me. One of my friends tried to get the little thing out but I could just feel the venom releasing in me as she attempted 5 times to remove it. As soon as she got it out one of the guys on the build ran over and through water in the dirt and slapped some mud on my arm to absorb the venom and keep it from swelling. It worked well, but man did it hurt for quite a while.
