Medium Green or Brown

So many moons ago, my friend and I were in the car with her Dad and Stepmom. Now, whenever we were in the car together for some reason or another we would all become slightly delirious and loopy. So the activities would range from barnyard noises for half an hour to her stepmom popping the lid off of a cup and then laughing hysterically and continuing to do it which just made us start laughing hysterically. It was a vicious circle, I must say. (As a side note, whenever we sat down at their dinner table we would always start laughing uncontrollably for no reason, we are still not sure why.) So on one particular trip she was telling us about the color she was going to paint the trim. She was like you know that green, and we were like oh that green and she was like you know a medium green. This was just amazingly funny to us not a small green or a large green but a medium green. So the other day I was talking to S and she was saying that she wanted to get the shoes she got in black in brown but felt like it was a dirt brown. So this week she comes in with the shoes and I was like oh you got them in brown and she said yah when I went back I realized it was more of a medium brown. So now we not only have medium green but we have medium brown to go with it.

Klutzy and aging

I have always known I was a tad on the klutzy side. However, the extent to which my klutziness extends became painfully obvious this morning. I was wearing my old, stretched-out, too-wide platform slides this morning as I took my son to preschool (as I purchased new, cute, replacement shoes yesterday and was going to test them out in the office, so I couldn't wear them outside, yet). We always do this thing where he says, "I'm going to get you!" and I pretend to run away. It's cute and it gets him to speed up, so it's a double bonus. This morning, though, I was looking behind me as I "ran" and fell off my shoe. Really, I stepped on the outside of the footbed, but it was far enough over to cause the shoe to tip over sideways. I have done this numerous times before (as the shoes are too wide for my freakishly narrow feet), but have always landed on the sole of my foot, stumbled, and carried on, hoping no one saw me. This morning, however, I totally sprained my ankle falling off my shoe. What makes it even worse is the fact that I've already sprained this ankle so many times that I had ligament reconstruction surgery on it while I was in college (so I can actually hurt it again...). L laughed at me when I hobbled into work, and then very kindly got me an ice pack and a rubberband while I contemplated my sad state. I'm too young for this type of thing! This is the type of freakish injury that should take down the feeble and out-of-shape, not a 27-year-old who actually exercises on a semi-regular basis! The shoes weren't even that high, sadly enough, so I really have no excuse except a complete lack of coordination and/or balance and/or grace. :-(

Red Light, con't.

Now, most logical people would think, "I'm going to get a ticket" and then NOT do the thing about which they had that thought... Not L, though. She's too smart for her internal warning system!

Red Arrow

So this morning on the way to work there is this intersection where you can only make a right turn. So there are two signs that say no right turn on red. I only noticed the second sign perhaps a month ago (its been there for at least a year). Now, I had decided that the signs didn't apply to the right lane, only the left and that the purpose for the red arrow wasn't that you couldn't turn on red but just that there is no other direction to go in. So this morning as always I went and turned on the red light, there was a moment of pause, where I thought to myself "you are going to get a ticket" now usually when I think this I end up getting a ticket. So low an behold about half a mile down the highway I look in my review mirror and there is a CHP behind me. Now, I am merely waiting for the lights to go on. They do. So, I am now the proud recipient of a ticket for disobeying a right turn sign. (He let me off for the light.)

And as an aside, I realized that the cop was younger then me. I remember the day when I would get pulled over and always be younger then the cop. I am sad to say that those days are now over.