Praise the Lord... It's Saturday!! I'm pooped from yesterday....just POOPED!! I can now almost understand why that psycho astronaut woman decided to where a Depends diaper on her way to supposedly kill "the other woman".... I REPEAT, I said, I can almost understand. (That whole story just creeps me out.)
Anyways..
Yesterday was a LONG day. It started taking the boys to school, and an early morning doctor's appointment with mom, going to work to move boxes of files for criminals that bench warranted for 2004 & 2005 & 2006---(there are a lot of criminals out there on the run--it's scary!!), running to the pharmacy, getting my oldest out of school, and going back to work for a few more hours, and then picking up the youngest from pre-school, and then driving back to my mom's to pick up my son, and then homeward bound-over the hill and through the woods from Santa Cruz to San Jose..
But; it doesn't end there..
After work, I met up with a friend to watch some Carnaval Dancing at the Portuguese Hall. I only caught one dance--the children's dance, and couldn't stay to see the whole show, but I did meet up with a very old acquaintance of mine whom I hadn't seen in, like almost 17 years. (I will have to write more about this and the Carnaval Dancing in another entry--it was pretty interesting.) By the time I left the hall, it was almost past 9:30, and I had to get going and go up to San Francisco to meet up with my daughter and her boyfriend. My daughter had to sit at a recital for her theatre class for a review she had to write up due on Monday.
I've driven to San Francisco many times before, so it wasn't much of a big deal. My daughter printed out the instructions so I would know exactly where to find her. I had it with me in the car, but it wasn't until I was on the road in downtown San Jose did I realize I had misplaced it! I was busily talking to my friend Angela, that I totally blanked out and didn't know where the hell I put that piece of paper I printed out for Mapquest. So, in between lights (that always turned green by the way--why does it never turn red when a person NEEDS to stop driving and look for something in the car?!) I'm trying to search for my piece of paper, under my seat with one hand, in my purse, the back seat..etc; and I must have looked a little nutty, because someone else was noticing my dilemma.
I look up, and I see this guy looking down at me from the driver's side of his very large white shiny truck. Omg, I'm thinking to myself, this guy wants to pick me up or what? He is looking down at me with his sunglasses half down (by the way, this happened at night). I'm naturally quite annoyed, and just stare at him and quickly point to they light. "Pay attention to the light signal you moron!" I explained, but of course he can't hear me from my car. So I proceed down the street, and he is just driving at my side the whole entire time giving me that "come hither look". OMG, I think to myself again. This guy may have been thinking I was telling him to pull over to the side to talk to him when he say me pointing in front of me. At this point, I'm a little frightened, so I decide to just ignore the man in the white truck, and only look directly ahead of me. I think he got the message.
I need to take a highway exit, and I still did not find this piece of paper, so I decide to go to the bus depot up ahead, and stop the car and find this paper. Naturally I was a little scared that the white truck would follow me, so I was careful I wasn't followed, but the anxiety was still with me. I heard a door slam, and I jumped out of my seat. And then that is when I remembered. Guess where the paper was? In the pocket door of my car, where I put it. I should have known--it was the same place my ATM card "bounced" mysteriously in the following week.
Ever have one of those days when you just want to scream?
Well, I finally got to San Francisco, picked up the daughter and boyfriend, (who wasn't wearing a dress today), and got home at midnight--just like Cinderella--200 miles later.. Good thing I wasn't driving a coach, hey?
I swear, sometimes I think I was born to be trucker. Do truckers sometimes wear Depends as well?
I'll tell you about my day TODAY, tomorrow. This bunny is pooped!
3 comments:
Oh my goodness... you spent probably what... 75% of your day in the car! Ugh... I hate that... you poor Mommy! {{{ Julie }}} You need to rest and relax and take care of you a bit!
be well,
Dawn
ps... I am looking forward to hearing about the dancing!
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Wow, you covered a lot of territory in one day...and almost got picked up, too. heh heheh. (No, it is not funny when you think someone may be following you.) Hope the rest of the weekend was more relaxing for you.--Cin
(smiles) poor you, sounds like a long day full of driving. i hope you kept the meter running and got at tip! lol!
Sherms xx
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