Clumsiness and Childhood

It seems as if I can't write this post without laughing a bit to myself, because I'm clumsier now than I ever was as a child.

I woke up this morning with a smile on my face (surprisingly), and for some unknown reason I decided to wear a dress... which is shockingly uncharacteristic of me. Anyhow, I wore my pink cotton shirtdress, cowgirl boots, and denim jacket and of course, I was feeling pretty good. :) ...
and then I got off of the bus.

The toe of my boot got caught between two slabs of uneven cement, and I went down. To the ground. Somehow, I have a way of landing gracefully, fortunately for everyone nearby. I was wearing a skirt, mind you! I landed on one knee, scraped it up, ruined my boot, and hurt my pride all in one swift move.

Besides being entirely pissed off about my boots, (they're my favorite by the way), I realized something strange.

I haven't had a scraped knee since I was ten. And so much has changed since then.

Then, my mama or daddy cleaned it up for me.
Then, I got a Hello Kitty or Barbie bandaid.
Then, I had an awesome story to tell about how I got the scrape.

This time, I had to clean it up myself.
This time, I got a plain, brown bandaid.
This time, I had no story to tell.

This adulthood business is no fun. I stopped being a kid so long ago, I hadn't even realized how much has changed. Responsibility is nice. Independence is nice. But childhood bliss wasn't just nice. It was priceless.

So my adulthood clumsiness taught me a very valuable lesson today. Don't stop being a kid.

I'm only 18. Supposedly my childhood just ended... but it's amazing how quickly I had already forgotten that we need to have fun in our lives... college has a way of making you forget that, eh?

So get out, do something fun!

I dare you.



P.S. Laugh a little too. Ever notice how much kids laugh? That's for a reason.

Here's a joke to get you started:

A woman runs into a doctor’s office and says “DOCTOR! DOCTOR! You have to help me! Everywhere I touch on my body it hurts!”
The doctor replied, “Show me.”
So the woman poked her ankle and screamed of pain. Then she poked her knee and yelled OW. She poked her forehead and screamed again.
She was about to continue when the doctor said, “That’s enough, let me think this over.” He thought for about a minute and said “I think I know what your problem is. You broke your finger.”

Zoom Zoom

After our *wonderful* Christmas day car accident, we had to get a new car. QuickSilver was history.

But I need to backtrack in order for you to understand this story. Here goes.

Last October, we had our car in for some body work (don't ask!) so we had a rental for a little while. Okay. Like three weeks. Well, this rental was a 2012 Mazda 6 iTouring. Beautiful, wonderful car! Dad fell in love, and knew that this would be his next car when it was time to trade QuickSilver in. That time came sooner than we had anticipated... and that's where Jane comes in.

Jane is Dad's new baby. She's a 2011 Mazda 6 iTouring, and just happens to be red... Jane makes dad's fifth red car. Think he has a preference?

Big Fat "L".

I've decided I'm going to be lame. With a big, fat, "L". I guess I'm going to do a few catch up posts, just in case I decide to read this one day... and I don't want to wish I had blogged the details of this or that. So let's just dive in, because I've run out of witty reasons why I'm doing this... (was the first one even that witty???) *sigh*. I digress.


Christmas Day! Well, while y'all were celebrating a sharing, I was anxiously awaiting the arrival of my very best friend!!! I've told the story before, but it goes something like this: Her name is Violet. I love her. She moved away. She came to see me for Christmas. Remember? Yeah. Thought you would. :) Anywhoo, we were on our way to SLC Airport to pick her up, I was driving, and this wonderful older gentleman decides to pull out in front of me. And that was it. Our car was wrecked, we were stranded, and my lovely Violet was too!!! Fortunately, it all worked out in the end, but our car ended up totaled...

It was kind of a bummer! So Christmas ended up being lame. With a Big, Fat, "L".

P.S. You can read my sister's account of this whole shindig here. While you're at it, show her some love!!! I'm sure she'd appreciate it. :)

The Madness of March

January and February came and went entirely too quickly, and now I'm left writing one of those lame catch up posts with a thousand apologies and excuses as to why I haven't blogged. Well, I'm not going to do that. Let's face it! When you lead a life as exciting as mine, who has time to be tied down to blogging? ;)
 

In all seriousness though, I can assure you that I've stayed just busy enough to keep myself out of trouble... And just busy enough to feel completely frazzled! But hey, it's college right? Frazzled is fun. :)
 

I've just made the snap decision that instead of updating you with words, I'd like to update you in my life with pictures. Just a little photo journalistic glimpse into my last sixty days or so. What better way to do this than with my Instagram feed? I am slightly addicted, after all.


 

Well, I suppose it might me kind of cruel to offer no explanation of half of these pictures...

ALL of my money... The day after payday. Now I know what it means to be college poor. 

Birthday Cake Oreos... the best thing to happen to Oreos. Ever.

We did a little bathroom weekend makeover. :) A couple fresh coats of paints and a new light fixture!

My curly hair. :) I love it.

Finally got a few new clothes to shake my poor-college-student blues.
 

That's it! That's my last couple of months. 

 

Now let's just hope I don't go another three months without blogging. But you never know! Every day is an adventure!