I'm an impulsive person.
An impulsive person who is easily excited and also? With a tendancy to take things too far in the name of a Good Time.
I tend to jump at the chance to do things that are "fun" and I jump in with all of my heart and soul.
Let me provide you with some photographic evidence of me being "Impulsive and Overly Excited."
Melly was all "Hey, I know a game! You put lipstick between your breasts and see if you can apply it to your lips." I was all "LET ME GET MY LIPSTICK!"
Orel Hershiser of Dodgers fame was at the golf course where my uncle worked. He came to the house to tell us and I was all "Let me do my bangs, put on my BEST OUTFIT and we're there, man." As soon as I saw him, I jumped into the back of the blazer and HISTORY WAS MADE.
That would be what happens when you mix "Impulsive" with "music" and "drunk." Dang, I'm limber.
OMG PIEHOLE WAS COMING. Waiting at the airport for Piehole, I went crazy looking for some paper and a pen. I think I was asking people for a sharpie, but I had to settle for a pen. Have you ever seen someone so happy to be holding a sign at the airport?
Then, there was the time where a boy who liked me asked me if I wanted a Twinkie. We were standing outside of the front of church, where the people of God were fellowshiping. He was across the street and hollered out "Y... want a twinkie?" (Apparently, he had a box of twinkies in his car.) Now, a normal person not prone to Impulsive/Overexcited behavior would have said "Sure, why not!" And waited for dude to bring the Twinkie to her.
But I think we have established I am not that type of person.
My response went a little something (or EXACTLY something) like this.
"YES I WANT A TWINKIE! OMG!" Followed by a mad dash across the street.
Funny thing happened on my way to said twinkie. My feet slipped from under my body and I went flying in the air (with a dress on, in front of God's People) and landed on my ass with my dress over my head. (OMG. PASTOR SAW MY PANTIES.)
Lucky for everyone, there is no photographic evidence of THAT.
Let's fast forward to this week.
I recently took a little side job one night a week to make a little extra money. (I would leave it at that, but, I realize that some of you might think "HOOKER!" and so, I guess I'll tell you that I got a gig cleaning a very small office on Friday nights.) These were my exact words to my husband the night of my first "Payment".
"I am going to put this money away, as if I never had it, and in a few months, I'll have enough to buy a new camera. Or! Maybe a new computer! Or! Maybe we can go on vacation next summer!"
I meant that with all of my heart. THAT TWENTY DOLLAH WAS NOT TO BE MESSED WITH.
No. Seriously.
The FIRST FREAKING DAY I ventured out into The World with my Twenty in my wallet, I was all "FRENCH FRIES AND SODAS FOR EVERYBODY! ON ME! RANCH DRESSING IS EXTRA? NO PROBLEM!"
That $20 is now 4 one dollar bills.
In some ways, I love my impulsive, carefree nature. I love I can go to a party with complete strangers and within 30 minutes be on the floor doing The Worm whilst strangers whip out the camcorder and cheer me on (And trust me, no cheering on is actually necessary.) I love that I can go hang out in my friends garage, see a roll of carpet and think "HA! HA! I can hump this here roll of carpet and hilarity will ensue!"
And oh MAN, did hilarity ever ensue.
But I do not love that I can not save money or that I tend to over eat, or that once in a while, I get a LITTLE carried away with The Wine and wake up with a bruised ass.
As I was in the middle of writing this, my sister called. Somehow, the subject of me "easily losing control" came up and I was all "HA! I'm writing about that right now" and she was all "Don't forget to tell them about the beanie babies!"
See. She knows. And many times, she's had to bring me back to reality with a very firm "OH MY GOD, CALM DOWN!!"
Judging by the way I handled myself and My First Earned Twenty, I think it's safe to say that um, I won't be getting a camera, nor a computer, nor a vacation anytime soon.
that is funny about the beanie babies. I, for one, collect pictures of myself with cops. I have cop pictures from several States and a couple different countries. I have only ever had one cop refuse to take a picture with me - and I think he was moonlighting as security at a peeler bar and he didn't want any "evidence" of him being there in uniform.