Friday, June 20, 2008

Flashback Friday

For some reason, on the way to work this morning, I thought back to this day in history when I was just 15 and had my learner's permit. One evening my mom and I were coming back from the grocery store and she was letting me drive. I was kind of crushing on someone and felt the need to drive by their house. Just to set up this story, it helps you to know that my dad had just gotten the alignment done on the car that very day. So we're driving past the crush house, which sat on a street that was kind of a circle, but you could drive all the way through - not a true cul-de-sac. I notice the front door is open, so I'm pointing this fact out to my mom, as we both become looky-loos. While being the voyeurs that we are, I felt this sudden impact as I hop the curb with the car and sort of drive over the corner of their front yard as my mom is shrieking at me. No damage was done...and I got myself back onto the street and drove on like you're SUPPOSED to...while my mom and I are both kind of stunned by what I just did. Then I utter these famous last words..."don't tell dad."

Wednesday, June 18, 2008

Niceness is Hazardous to Your Feminine Hygiene Health

Once again, while acting on a moment of kindness...I feel like it was a "what was the point?" moment. Yesterday, I was washing my hands while in the Loo, and noticed that there were several used paper towels wadded up or just laying on the floor. Normally, I don't touch other people's trash on the floor in a bathroom, 'cause that's just nasty. It was bugging me, though, so I took a CLEAN paper towel and picked up all the OTHER paper towels that did NOT belong to me. When I raised up to throw them away, I completely nailed my head on the tampon machine. I'm not sure I've hit my head that hard in a long time...if ever. In fact today, it's still hurting and I just have this overall feeling of doom up there. While I was washing my hands, I actually kind of felt like I could throw up from the pain...even though the situation was sort of amusing to me. I emailed my sister and told her about it - which she said, "If you still feel like throwing up, you need to go to the hospital." to which I said, "I don't still feel that way - it was just from the shock of the impact. You know, like when a guy throws up from the pain after getting kicked in the pecans." She was like...oh yeah - that's true. So needless to say, I'm rather annoyed at these grown women litterbugs that have caused my head trauma. You suck.