evolution_epidemic

every new beginning comes from some other beginnings end

shout out to lauren and alison who have inspired me to start a blog. i figure its not a bad idea since i tend to share stories with strangers on a daily basis, i might as well share with friends. although, at the same time its sort of an empty promise because i know ill forget about having a blog for a few weeks or so and then get back to it. im interested to see how it plays out.

ill start on a recent anecdote, sort of. so last night i was watching the mets win and decided to go to bed at the 8th inning. even though they were winning 9 to 5 that was still a gamble on my part. pretty normally, i put on oversized pajama pants (most pants are long on me) and went to go downstairs for water and whatever else. well these oversized pajama pants covered my heel- better known as my traction- and i proceeded to slip at the top of the stairs on the three inches of wood there is exposed between the carpeting. the rest is history.

i really can't recall the last time i fell down the stairs entirely sober, i was probably three years old. which would make sense with my initial reaction: disbelief. I was sliding on my ass about half-way down the stairs when i realized, 'hey im falling down the stairs'. but the momentum was too much to stop and i landed, on my ass, on the kitchen floor. and of course my dad had about four or five of his friends over (in the cave, or more formally "the basement") to watch this mets game and they came rushing up to see what that loud noise was from upstairs. needless to say i was still recovering from the shock of my decent and had a blank expression, to coincide with my confusion. bill said,"we all heard this disturbing noise, all i know is i didn't like the sound of that". dad says "i thought it was cocoa because i didnt hear any cursing afterwards." thanks, guys. anyway the only thing that hurts is my bum and im sure a black and blue will develop. im thinking its a good thing i have some cushioning. true story.

and another thought, on friday night after kris and i saw the departed (amazing movie) we stopped at a gas station nearby where i duly noted a dunkin donuts with a drive-thru across the street. in that drive thru was a fully marked cop car (with a police officer in it, no doubt). i love that our tax dollars feed the needy after all. they must have a higher rate at eating their emotions than coastal-american women. seriously.

posted by Tiffany @ 7:25 AM