Some things are just funny

Now, I know in watching this video that this kid almost came out of his seat. But I am one mean son of a bitch. I laughed so hard that I almost wet myself. OH LORD!!

I would be the blonde lady in the video. I would. I love the fact that towards the end she looks over and sees him slipping out and laughs harder. I love it. Or the fact that the more he says things at the end the harder she laughs.

Yes, that is me. I am the blonde who laughs at the fat kid almost dying.....Sad I know.

Just when you thought it was safe to walk.

So you know how your parents always tell you to watch where you walk so that you don't get hit by a car?? Well thanks for not warning me about that damn water bottle in the road, Mom!!!!

Now, let me just say that, I made it through other things that day but a step off the sidewalk, not so much.

So this is a week before my 30th birthday and well I am a little disgusted with the situation. (And I would like to mention that this is the only place where I have actually said my age. We will come back to that later.) But back to the foot. I was in Dallas, one of my favorite places to visit and have a great time. This was supposed to be the beginning of a great birthday week. Yes, I said birthday week. When you are this great, you get a week. But, I was out having some fun. I might have had a little to drink when this incident happened, but really I think drunk or sober, my fate was already dealt.

Now, I blame this whole thing on my friend Brent though. If he hadn't been cold, or had just worn my jacket like he had been earlier in the evening, then we wouldn't have ventured out to find a jacket for him to wear. But, I don't hold grudges long so, don't worry Brent you are back on the ok list. Ok, I just lied I do hold grudges for years, but for this, I let it go. Hell, you have to have a funny story every once in awhile in your life. haha.

But, here is what I am wondering. Should I be scared of my birthdays from now on?? I mean last year exactly a week before my birthday I was hit by a drunk driver in my car. Let me tell you I was livid. Especially when the car I got to drive while mine was fixed was a PT Cruiser. How that is comparable to a 2 door Honda Accord I have no idea. I kept asking the rental associate, do I look like a soccer mom? I don't even like children, why do I want room in the car I am driving for them?? I mean really. Do you wanna know how it feels to sport a PT Cruiser around town on your birthday??? Let me see, do you remember in high school when that poor kid pulled up in the car he bought for $200 that was multi-colored and had smoke coming out the back?? Yeah, that is how I felt. Oh shit, wait, I just described myself in high school. I was the one who bought that car. 1988 chevy cavalier!!! We called it rainbow bright, every piece of it was a different color. So thank you drunk guy, and car rental guy for throwing me back to my uncomfortable sophomore year in high school.

But back to what I was wondering. Does this mean that I am going to have some type of bad incident before every birthday?? If so, I quit having birthdays. Ok I am a liar. I love my birthday. But if it means I am going to lose a limb next year, then I will give it up for a year and celebrate some other time. haha.

So if you see me out don't knock me over or I will kick your ass with my crutches.