Week 12 Theme

I am soooooooo tired tonight! I mean I know I said "now I'm just tired" but today that is an understatement! Got up (almost late), went out and chipped the newly formed ice age off my car, crawled (not literally - in my car, the roads were AWFUL!) to my first class and got there twenty minutes late to discover there was no freaking class! Aye Mi!! I could have slept in - or drove slower. Risking life and limb (they really should have delayed classes) only to discover it was all for naught, not a good way to start the day. So I sat in the student lounge, not too comfortably for fear I would fall back asleep (all that and I still hadn't fully woken up), checked my email and work folders for emergencies, and tried to plan out the rest of my day.

As I still had an hour before my next class I left for the bank, a white knuckle ride through still spitting snow, and caught a wonderful show along the way. It was one of those action type shows, where one car decides it's had enough of its drivers hectic schedule and constant neglect and decides to go out on its own. The only problem is cars are not typically prone to higher thinking abilities so this one did not realize sliding in the opposite direction of the drivers indication would not be the best way to get away from the driver. Contrary to popular Disney movies, a car's headlights do not actually count for eyes so it had no way of knowing its chosen path already contained another vehicle, probably contemplating the same type of mutiny. The sound of crunching metal and the tinkle of broken glass is much less dramatic in real life than it is in the movies. However the whole display, once I realized the occupants were ok, was indeed exciting and took my mind off my own fears for a few moments. "That's a good car." I whispered, patting the dashboard affectionately while stopped at a red light. Hey, no sense taking chances.

I made it back to the college just in time to park the car and head in for my next class. The only problem was any spaces close to the building were already occupied, either by other cars or chunky snow piles. Finally finding a spot, I headed for my class, only to have my brain finally start working just in time for me to realize I locked my keys in the car! There was nothing I could do about it now so I simply kept going, checking the contacts list on my cell phone to see if I happened to have a tow truck driver or lockout cop on speed dial - no such luck. After class I would need to find a phone book.

Two classes later and fifty bucks lighter I was finally in my car and on my way again. Dropped off presentation packets to my boss, picked up the Christmas tree ornaments for decorating with the kids tonight, and the phone rang. "Can you pick up Sammy from daycare today?" Oh of course, why not, it's not like I have anything better to do and would be troubled by the twenty minute drive in the opposite direction over slushy roads. What I actually said was "Ok" because I love my daughter so much and I couldn't get the surprised smile, the one I knew she would have when she saw me, out of my mind. I turned the car around and headed for the daycare.

Unfortunately the money I pay out in daycare does not include rock salt for the walkway, as my ass so kindly found out. It would have probably been funny if it hadn't hurt so much. After slipping and falling on my butt I had to sit there, in the slush covered ice, for a few minutes until I caught my breath again. The only good news was no one was around to see it. I limped in, picked up my cute little daughter wearing the surprised smile, and headed for home.

Trying to keep my daughter occupied, so she didn't talk my ear off (with everything I've got going on I really need both of them) we played 'spy the Christmas lights', with a little lesson in left and right added in for good parental measure. A quick call to my fiance ensured that supper would be taken care of and the movies that I forgot to take with me in my rush to leave that morning, would be waiting when I got home. They were due today -and I had to take them back because there was no way my tightwad mentality was going to allow additional charges for movies I already thought we had paid too much to rent in the first place. I dropped off my daughter and the Christmas decorations, put together two plate fulls of supper and covered them with tinfoil, snatched up the movies, gave out kisses, and headed back out the door.

Picking my son up at the school I suffered (not really) through an animated retelling of the basketball game, complete with how they "stomped" the other team with a score of 20 to 72. My son didn't actually play basketball, he only video taped the games for the coach, which of course gained him his self-proclaimed 'Super-Geek' status but hey, it got him out of the house and away from his precious computer. I was seriously surprised he didn't speak in DOS. I handed him his supper plate, which kept him quiet for a little while, and we ate as we headed for the video store. Dropping off the movies should have been a breeze, if I hadn't had special requests to pick up a couple more for our decorating night and the bitterly cold upcoming weekend. Picked out a couple good ones and headed for the front only to step into the longest line I'd ever seen at the store! I guess everyone else had heard the weather report too. When we finally got to the front of the line I was further delayed when the clerk had to check in the movies I had just brought back before I could rent more. Isn't there a better system out there for this? Maybe my Super Geek could invent one!

We finally made it home forty minutes later. I thought of sitting down for a few minutes but realized that would probably not be a good idea yet because I was afraid I wouldn't get up again. Super glue my ass to the couch and call me happy was what I wanted to say - instead I said "Ok, let's get this tree decorated!" Red ribbon was wrapped around the tree in diagonal lines, gold tinsel garland followed, then the red and gold bow ties, and finally the red and gold orbs, plastic ones on the bottom for the cats to play with (the squirt gun only worked when someone was home) and dainty glass ones for the top. Cupcakes, complete with excess calories I definitely didn't need, were gulped down, a movie put in, and finally I got the chance to sit - but not for long. Put my daughter to bed, put a load of laundry in, missed the best part of the movie, dipped into the new box of chocolate covered cherries (why are those things so damn good!!), brought in the rest of the stuff from the car (including my laptop) before it all froze solid, changed into my pajamas and at midnight finally hunkered down for some good old...I mean new...fashioned typing.

Man am I tired!!