Typical.

Well, last night I thought it would be really cool to jump in a moving vehicle like a secret agent. So, after fetching the ice cream money, Michael started driving the rodeo at approximately three miles per hour and I swung the door open and attempted to jump inside... aka, I jumped too high and smashed my head into the roof of the car and somehow possibly permanently injured my shoulder (whilst spilling the ice cream money in the street).

I'm only blogging about this because afterwards Michael said, "Hey, you have something to blog about now!" To which I replied, "Yeah, perfect, I can say 'I moved to Colorado and the most exciting thing that happened was hitting my head on the roof of a car while trying to jump inside like a secret agent.'"

Seemed like a pretty good idea.


As easily as that could be the end of this post, I just remembered I have one more funny story.

Two days ago, Mandy and I were grocery shopping at The Sunflower Market, where I immediately felt the need to juggle some lemons. So, there I was, juggling lemons, when one of them flew into a sea of olives and their juices. So then one of my lemons was covered in oil and nasty, but I didn't want to let that hinder me, so I kept on juggling. Though all I accomplished by that was getting my hand smothered in olive oil. Mandy felt it was necessary to share this fact with the awkward boy working our check-out line, to which he informed me of the nearby napkins. After getting myself some, I noticed that his hands got especially oily as well from touching the oily lemons, so I decided to be nice and fetch him some napkins, too. Clearly, this was a mistake. He made some comment about me being kind, to which I informed him that I am always kind, to which Mandy clarified "It's deceiving, don't let her fool you." The next words out of awkward-check-out-line-boy's mouth were some of the worst he could have possible conjured. Here they are: "Well, I kind of like your deceivingness, then.................... and just your cuteness."
Here is how my brain processed that statement: "Deceivingness is not a word... he should have said 'deceit.' Wait, what was...SDKNFDDSFDFSYBKUDGRKLJSALJKDRGJKNOOOOOOO!!!" My brain went into system lock-down. The compliment-processor inside my head is slow enough as it is, but with it being given right there, in the middle of The Sunflower Market, with Mandy (who for all this kid knew could have been my mother... do you say something like that in front of someone's mother? No. No you do not.), oily lemons, and coming from a greasy-haired, [probably] 17-year-old whose left nostril seemed almost non-existent, my compliment-processor chose to not only process slowly, but reject altogether. On the outside, here's what that looks/sounds like: complete panic.

I'm not quite sure how to describe the sound that emerged from my mouth via letters, but if you have spent much time around me (or just a little), chances are you have heard it a few times. It's my typical "freak-out" noise. To an untrained ear, it probably resembles that of a two year old being hacked to death with an axe (I am really not trying to evoke horrid mental images here, that is really the only way I can think to describe it).
So, I began making that noise whilst turning in circles and flapping my arms, sort of as if to say, "AM I CUTE NOOOOWWW?!?!?!?!??!?!?!"

Thanks to Mandy for translating my frenzied reaction into words with, "You're scaring her." After which I managed to scrape some words and say, "Yeah don't DOOO that!"

Then we grabbed our bags and left.