Running out of gas is something I've done too numerous times to count. This is just not a big deal to me. So you run out of gas, big whoop. Some people are absolutely terrified of the possibility of this but I'm okay with it. In fact sometimes I almost welcome the idea, like when I'm running 45 minutes late for work and I'm by myself and I think "oh if I could only run out of gas that's like the best late excuse ever then I could call Marie and ask her to come pick me up from the side of the road and she'll feel so sorry for me there'll be no yelling..."
Three days ago I was almost out of gas. Two days ago the needle hit the red. Yesterday I finally decided the dreadful time had come and I would stop. All day long I put it off until I got to the last gas station before my house. I pulled in, already dreading the bitter cold and the draining of my debit card for a useless fuel-like product.
Except there was no gas. All the pumps had bags over them. Hmmm, this wasn't part of the plan.
So this morning I cranked my car (and yes I was running late). I was a teensy bit worried because as much as I don't mind running out of gas myself I don't want to run out with Cooper. I was relieved when I approached the station and saw that the bags had been removed, whew, dodged that bullet...then I saw the sign "PREMIUM GAS ONLY".
What?! Premium?! That crap's expensive! I weighed my options. I really didn't want to buy premium...I could try to make it into town to the next station...I gave this serious consideration...Worst case scenario I run out and have to call my dad to come bring me gas...now those who know Thorney know that even in the best of moods he's still a tad scary and probably me running out of gas with his PRECIOUS, NEVER DOES ANYTHING WRONG, PERFECT, LOVE OF HIS LIFE, FIRSTBORN GRANDSON in the backseat with the temperature below freezing would NOT qualify as putting him in the best of moods...
So I sucked it up and gave $10.01 that I'll never see again just to make my gas needle move to the middle of the red instead of below it.
You may have won this time gas pump but you're on my list.
Thursday, December 9, 2010
Wednesday, December 8, 2010
i think i have LOOK A YELLOW CAT!!! a.d.d.
"Distraction, random, a.d.d., distraction, staring into space, a.d.d., flighty, a.d.d." Words to describe me lately. Not lately, always. I realized today (after Mrs. Posey kindly reminded me) that it had been over a month since I've blogged last. WHAT THE WHAT?! That's craziness but I've been "distracted"...
It started with mom's 50th birthday. Sometime around October me and the Becster realized that our wonderful mommy was about to celebrate fifty marvelous years of life on this planet and we should try to think of something creative and fun and meaningful for her birthday. (Something more meaningful than an Applebee's giftcard...pffft like there even is such a thing).
So we deliberated and brainstormed and finally decided on "THE PROJECT". This is what we would refer to anytime we were around mom to make her crazy. We would whisper incessantly and were always talking in code and whenever mom would look our way we would reply "it's THE PROJECT, don't worry about it!" And of course she knew we were doing something for her birthday, she just didn't know what. So she would roll her eyes and say "now girls please, please don't be planning anything big, you know I don't like being the center of attention!" We'd just laugh manically, ONE because we're mean like that and TWO because at times during this this project we were very sleep deprived and delirious.
We had decided to commit fifty random acts of kindness, all in honor of mom and video ourselves doing them and set the whole thing to music. Now I take absolutely no credit for the actual technical part of this project. Becca was the video and download and upload and WHATEVER guru. My job was to occasionally turn the camera one and even with that we have a lot of outtakes of me doing that at the wrong time.
So we started our acts and they varied GREATLY. We did a wide range of everything from giving some Vietnamese directions to taking a friend to chemo to bringing Kenneth at walmart coffee to sending a solider in Iraq a package. We even had a gun pulled on us once. But it turned out it was our friend so he didn't shoot us. The whole time this was going on I kept thinking I HAVE TO BLOG ABOUT THIS but then I couldn't because my mom is still one of the faithful twelve...and then THE JIG WOULD HAVE BEEN UP...(I use that as absolute often as possible).
Some of my personal favorites were delivering balloons to the nurse's desk and asking her to give them to a patient who hadn't gotten any, randomly picking mailboxes and leaving encouraging cards (in the pitch dark and no Becca the mini storage does NOT count)...and taping quarters to a vending machine. Basically it was all fun and I would love to share the video with you except now all of a sudden Becca's knowledge of tech things vanishes and she swears she doesn't know how to post it to the internet in any way, shape or fashion. So if anyone has any thoughts on how to do this (it's like thirty minutes long) (and VERY entertaining) contact Bec...
Okay so that was basically my excuse for not blogging until November 17th...after that I can only blame amazon and my credit card for taking up an extraordinary amount of time online Christmas shopping.
Let's see, what else has happened in the last month...
I lost someone that I cared deeply about. She was my teacher in high school but so much more than that. I babysat her precious boys who are now little adults which totally blows my mind.
SIDE NOTE: While talking to Ben and Will at the funeral home they told me their favorite memories of me babysitting. These memories included the time I was driving, someone cut me off and I decided that was time to introduce the Mayfield boys to my arsenal of teenage cuss words and the time I was driving and we got pulled over by a state trooper...Now I don't know that this attests very much to my excellent driving skills nor my babysitting abilities but at least they have memories!!!
Last January I saw Mechelle at walmart and she called me over and she was like "I have something for you" and she handed me $60.00 and I'm like "what in the world?! I am NOT taking that!!!" But she made me and she said it was for Cooper and she had hoped to see me before Christmas but I was to take it and spend it on that baby and the only thing she wanted in return was for me to one day pay it forward. I cried that day because if only she had known how much more that meant to me...or how very much we needed that $60.00 right then...
When she went in the hospital this last time it was a bit before Thanksgiving so I had a plan. I figured she'd be home by Thanksgiving but tired and needing to rest so I was thinking I could do a Thanksgiving dinner for her and her family (not that I could cook crazy things like turkey but my mom and grandma can and I was going to enlist help). I was excited because it seemed like a good way to pay forward something wonderful back to her. Who was to thought that I would never have this opportunity because she passed away just days before Thanksgiving. I felt like my heart would break into a thousand pieces. Why is it that you don't even realize how much you yearn to talk to someone until you can't and then it all hits you like a brick wall...
Ughghghgghgh okay so this blog has turned incredibly sad and not at all what I had in mind. Just know ShelleyBean that I'll spend a lifetime making sure I pay it forward every chance I get.
It started with mom's 50th birthday. Sometime around October me and the Becster realized that our wonderful mommy was about to celebrate fifty marvelous years of life on this planet and we should try to think of something creative and fun and meaningful for her birthday. (Something more meaningful than an Applebee's giftcard...pffft like there even is such a thing).
So we deliberated and brainstormed and finally decided on "THE PROJECT". This is what we would refer to anytime we were around mom to make her crazy. We would whisper incessantly and were always talking in code and whenever mom would look our way we would reply "it's THE PROJECT, don't worry about it!" And of course she knew we were doing something for her birthday, she just didn't know what. So she would roll her eyes and say "now girls please, please don't be planning anything big, you know I don't like being the center of attention!" We'd just laugh manically, ONE because we're mean like that and TWO because at times during this this project we were very sleep deprived and delirious.
We had decided to commit fifty random acts of kindness, all in honor of mom and video ourselves doing them and set the whole thing to music. Now I take absolutely no credit for the actual technical part of this project. Becca was the video and download and upload and WHATEVER guru. My job was to occasionally turn the camera one and even with that we have a lot of outtakes of me doing that at the wrong time.
So we started our acts and they varied GREATLY. We did a wide range of everything from giving some Vietnamese directions to taking a friend to chemo to bringing Kenneth at walmart coffee to sending a solider in Iraq a package. We even had a gun pulled on us once. But it turned out it was our friend so he didn't shoot us. The whole time this was going on I kept thinking I HAVE TO BLOG ABOUT THIS but then I couldn't because my mom is still one of the faithful twelve...and then THE JIG WOULD HAVE BEEN UP...(I use that as absolute often as possible).
Some of my personal favorites were delivering balloons to the nurse's desk and asking her to give them to a patient who hadn't gotten any, randomly picking mailboxes and leaving encouraging cards (in the pitch dark and no Becca the mini storage does NOT count)...and taping quarters to a vending machine. Basically it was all fun and I would love to share the video with you except now all of a sudden Becca's knowledge of tech things vanishes and she swears she doesn't know how to post it to the internet in any way, shape or fashion. So if anyone has any thoughts on how to do this (it's like thirty minutes long) (and VERY entertaining) contact Bec...
Okay so that was basically my excuse for not blogging until November 17th...after that I can only blame amazon and my credit card for taking up an extraordinary amount of time online Christmas shopping.
Let's see, what else has happened in the last month...
I lost someone that I cared deeply about. She was my teacher in high school but so much more than that. I babysat her precious boys who are now little adults which totally blows my mind.
SIDE NOTE: While talking to Ben and Will at the funeral home they told me their favorite memories of me babysitting. These memories included the time I was driving, someone cut me off and I decided that was time to introduce the Mayfield boys to my arsenal of teenage cuss words and the time I was driving and we got pulled over by a state trooper...Now I don't know that this attests very much to my excellent driving skills nor my babysitting abilities but at least they have memories!!!
Last January I saw Mechelle at walmart and she called me over and she was like "I have something for you" and she handed me $60.00 and I'm like "what in the world?! I am NOT taking that!!!" But she made me and she said it was for Cooper and she had hoped to see me before Christmas but I was to take it and spend it on that baby and the only thing she wanted in return was for me to one day pay it forward. I cried that day because if only she had known how much more that meant to me...or how very much we needed that $60.00 right then...
When she went in the hospital this last time it was a bit before Thanksgiving so I had a plan. I figured she'd be home by Thanksgiving but tired and needing to rest so I was thinking I could do a Thanksgiving dinner for her and her family (not that I could cook crazy things like turkey but my mom and grandma can and I was going to enlist help). I was excited because it seemed like a good way to pay forward something wonderful back to her. Who was to thought that I would never have this opportunity because she passed away just days before Thanksgiving. I felt like my heart would break into a thousand pieces. Why is it that you don't even realize how much you yearn to talk to someone until you can't and then it all hits you like a brick wall...
Ughghghgghgh okay so this blog has turned incredibly sad and not at all what I had in mind. Just know ShelleyBean that I'll spend a lifetime making sure I pay it forward every chance I get.
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