For the Record

I think I just need to put it out there that I am using this blog all wrong. According to the heading, I was going to chronicle our daily comings and goings and the general craziness of it all and the times I literally do have to go with plan B. Instead I am just throwing in a mish mash of random stories.

I either need to stick to the original program or rename the blog. So here are the two new titles I was thinking about: Either "For the Record", because it seems like that is the phrase I am typing more than any other OR "Organized Randomness" because so far nothing really has anything to do with anything else, but I like things neat and tidy, hence throwing the word organized in there to make me feel like there is some sort of rhyme or reason to this whole process (which, of course there is not, but I am easily fooled, so I just might believe it).

And now, since you've stuck with me so far today, I'll throw in a random story, just to make you feel better about yourself.

I went to the orthodontist today to get a new plastic retainer thing fitted. I wear it at night because I tend to clench my jaw while I'm sleeping and then I wake up with some pretty sore teeth. I've heard this is something people do when they are under extreme stress in their lives, which is a theory I believe in wholeheartedly. The good thing is that it looks like Invisalign braces, so it is not too bad to wear and it makes my mouth feel a whole lot better so it's worth it.

Well, the last time I went in was last December. I was getting ready for surgery the next week and trying to get all my Christmas shopping done that day because I wouldn't have any other time to go into town. I had a million things on my mind and not really enough time to do them all. As I settled into the orthodontist chair I happened to look at my feet. I couldn't believe my eyes. I was still wearing the shoes (they really are shoes) that I was using as slippers that morning because they are so comfy. The only problem is that my pants were tan corduroy and my sweater was tan and my shoes/slippers were black and HOT PINK!

This is the only article of clothing in my whole wardrobe, including pajamas, that has any kind of pink in it. I hate pink. I hate everything about it. The only reason I bought the darn shoes is because they are as comfy as slippers but have hard soles on them so I can wear them out to the mailbox, etc. They are mostly black, so I wear them when I wear black clothes, which also isn't very often because I really don't look very good in black.

So I sat there in a panic thinking "What is wrong with me? I never used to do things like this. (At least not on a regular basis.)" I sat and tried to come up with something I could do or say that would explain the stupid slippers that clashed big time with my outfit.

And then it came to me. It was too perfect but it just might work. When I got out of the chair, I would limp, pretending to have a hurt foot, which would explain the need for the comfy footwear. I wouldn't even have to lie and say I had a foot problem, the limp would speak for itself. Genius.

And so, the orthodontist came in, gave a glance to my slippers and proceeded. I smiled like there was nothing wrong, because in a minute he would understand exactly why I had them on. The assistant also noticed my feet. I could tell because she did a small double take. "No big deal." I thought to myself. We finished up everything and it was time to leave. My big moment to make everything right.

Except for one little problem.

I forgot.

I totally forgot to limp. I just walked out of there without a care in the world and went on my merry little way.

Sheesh. So much for my great idea. In their office, I'm sure I'm known as the girl with the black and pink slippers.

So today, I went back and I noticed that they all looked at my feet again.
But I had on my furry boots, so we all smiled and acted as if nothing had happened. I like people who are cool like that.