Tuesday, December 07, 2010

Life, the Universe, and Everything

Yesterday I turned 42 years old.

Which doesn't feel very different from 41, especially with the nagging ankle injury. In the morning I'm limping around the house like an old decrepit woman until my ankle warms up and I can walk normally. Then I go do the usual shit that I do. Beach skating, bicycling, derby, whatever. I still can't really jog, though. And that actually bugs me since I like a slow, casual jog through the neighborhood.

Anyway, I see more lines on my face, and have more aches in my body, but I'm still hanging in there. I even had practice, which was GREAT. The Ri-Ettes were KILLING it, everyone was in a good mood, and I even got birthday pie! YAY! I was in a great mood, until...

I got pulled over for speeding on the way home.


That's what I get for driving as if I'm still skating!


Wanton Rebellion said...

Totally had that happen the day before my 30th birthday. Cop was all excited that he was going to give me a speeding ticket for my 30th birthday. He sat back in his car for 20 minutes before he finally came back and told me he that he was upset because he couldn't give me a ticket because his printer broke . . . That's what you get for being mean! Dick.

Sorry your cops printer didn't break Tara! :(

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Troy said...

Hey, happy post-birthday, you!