• Wipeout*

    Last night the Hubs and I went to Price Chopper quickly to grab something for dinner on our way home from school. We had about 10 minutes before the bus came, so we were walking quickly to the store in order to have enough time to buy something and leave. Our Price Chopper has 2 drive in entrances, though one is classified as an “entrance” and the other as an “exit”. For pedestrians, the “exit” entrance is probably a better choice– it is less busy and it’s on level ground. However, it’s a further walk and is usually covered by groups of some of our city’s ‘finer’ youth who kind of creep me out. They stand there, smoke and talk loudly, and it makes me a little nervous, so I usually go in the “entrance” entrance, which happens to be busier with cars and is on a incline.

    Last night as we were hurrying to the store, I started walking up the “entrance” entrance out of habit and the Hubs came with me, though he usually takes the way with fewer cars. As we were walking up the hill a car was waiting to come in and the Hubs caught me off guard by moving and making a comment to do the same. [note: as I don’t have a car, I’m a firm believer of ‘the pedestrian has the right of way’ mindset and rarely rush for vehicles. I figure that they can wait the extra 15 seconds for me to get where I’m going as they have the luxury of owning a vehicle and I do not. The Hubs does not share my conviction to this belief.] It was quite dark out, and as I half-jumped to get out of the way I stepped onto a patch of ice and completely wiped out.

    Luckily the car had passed and I didn’t really slide anywhere, and I was also able to half catch myself as I went down to prevent breaking anything. I was pretty embarrassed, so I jumped up and quickly brushed it off and went into the store. The Hubs checked 18 times to make sure that I was ok and at the time I thought I was, but my arm is ACHING today. There is no bruising, but I feel like a total gimp. I can hardly even get my coat on. haha! I hope I didn’t tear anything, but the muscles are SO sore. I don’t even want to move it. :(

    So, so far this month my body hates me. It’s only the 12th and I’ve already had a mutant eye and now a gimpy arm. haha… I wonder what’s next…

    Shop Girl*

  • Beep Beep*

    I just had what some might classify a “blonde” moment.

    The Hubster and I are spending a quiet night at home tonight. We made dinner, cleaned a bit, watched a bit of a movie, and now the Hubs is on the phone with his parents. He decided that he wanted to call them on the new phone that he just installed on his desk (that we got on a wicked deal). We went to Home Depot earlier this week and bought the cable and parts he needed, then he spent an hour or so setting it all up. He’s hot when he’s handy. ;)

    So we haven’t really had a chance to use it yet as we’ve either been out and about or hibernating completely from the outside world before our hectic schedules begin again on Monday. However, as he hasn’t talked to his parents since Monday he thought that he should call and see what was going on at home. To occupy myself while he chatted, I sat down on the computer and facebooked.

    Shortly after he began his call, something started beeping intermittently at (what sounded like) random places in our apartment. We couldn’t figure out what it was–even his mom was trying to help through the phone. First we thought it could be our cell phones. Nope. Then we thought one of our fire alarms. Nope. Then we thought that maybe his new phone was causing some kind of interference somewhere. Nope. We were boggled. Boggled, I say!

    It sounded like was was coming from the corner of the room where The Hubster keeps all his electronic stuff (ie- TV, xbox, surround sound big box, etc) So I sat down on the futon to wait for the next beeping. However, it was smarter than I was. I would sit and wait and wait and no beep would come. And as SOON as I sat back down at my computer and turned my back, *BEEP BEEP*. It took about 5 trips for me to realize that perhaps there was some correlation between the beeping and my returning to my computer chair. After looking at the websites I had open, I realized that the beeping was actually coming from a website I was on. Because my speakers are spaced out and up higher on a shelf, it made it sound as if the sounds were coming from across the room.

    ..but no. They were coming from me. *sigh* It’s just been one of those days. haha

    This is the website I was on. I only opened it to see what a former high school teacher was up to as he furthers his education: *BEEP BEEP* Make sure your speakers are on, then scroll your mouse over the menu at the top on the right-hand side. Beep beep beep.

    Shop Girl*

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