Sunday, October 7, 2007
Saturday, October 6, 2007
Saturday Errands
The DQ and I had some errands to run today. I have decided that I can't afford to fill two cars up with gas every week. The car that has gas in it is the one I drive. This week, Sissy's car had the gas in it, so I have been driving her car. Her car is a 1996 Ford Taurus. (I am not a Ford person, I used to always say that in this house, we don't buy Fords) This is why you never say never. I ended up getting a really good deal on the car, so I couldn't turn it down. Please don't give me a hard time about Fords. Some people are Ford people, some people are Chevy people and so on and so forth.
Back to the errands. First on our agenda was a little specialty shop that The DQ likes to go to. She has started collecting Webkinz. She loves them. They are stuffed animals that come with a secret code. With the secret code you can log on to the website and play games, feed your pet, earn money, and shop. We went in and The DQ picked out her lastest addition to the collection. We get back out to Sissy's car and I can't find the keys ANYWHERE. I am almost panicked. I knew I had them before we went into the store. I carry a pretty large purse and I start frantically digging around for the keys. When I can't find them, I reach in the back window and unlock the door. Then my arm gets stuck. Don't ask me how. I got it in there, but I sure couldn't get it out. Finally I get my arm unstuck and The DQ opens the back door.
My brilliant plan is that if I sit in the car and calm down, I will be able to dig around in my suitcase(purse) and find the keys. As soon as The DQ opens the back door, the car starts going, BEEP, BEEP, BEEP, BEEP, BEEP.........you get the idea. I knew that the car had an anti theft system, I just didn't realize it still worked. Everyone knows that all that fancy stuff on cars doesn't work after the car is about six years old. For example, the window washer on my 02 Intrepid doesn't work. Well......the anti theft system works, and very well I might add. Now I am really close to completely freaking out.
The DQ goes back into the store and comes out with the keys. I don't know why it didn't occur to me that I might have set the keys on the counter. Obviously that should have been the first place I looked. Somehow in my mind they were in my purse and if I just kept digging, sooner or later they would appear, and would be well.
After this little escapade, I went and bought myself a smaller purse. Here is a list of items from my old purse:
3 different lip glosses
mascara
contact lens solution
contact case
hand sanitizer
allergy medicine
a various assortment of receipts
my cell phone
my set of keys to my car
wallet
checkbook
pictures
gum
a compact
Do I REALLY need to carry all this stuff around with me everywhere I go? NO. Here is the list of items I put in my new purse:
1 lip gloss
mascara
contact lens solution
contact case
hand sanitizer
allergy medicine
my cell phone
my set of keys to my car
wallet
checkbook
pictures
gum
a compact
Yep.....the only things I could bear to part with, were the receipts and two of the lip glosses. Why do I even bother I ask you?
Back to the errands. First on our agenda was a little specialty shop that The DQ likes to go to. She has started collecting Webkinz. She loves them. They are stuffed animals that come with a secret code. With the secret code you can log on to the website and play games, feed your pet, earn money, and shop. We went in and The DQ picked out her lastest addition to the collection. We get back out to Sissy's car and I can't find the keys ANYWHERE. I am almost panicked. I knew I had them before we went into the store. I carry a pretty large purse and I start frantically digging around for the keys. When I can't find them, I reach in the back window and unlock the door. Then my arm gets stuck. Don't ask me how. I got it in there, but I sure couldn't get it out. Finally I get my arm unstuck and The DQ opens the back door.
My brilliant plan is that if I sit in the car and calm down, I will be able to dig around in my suitcase(purse) and find the keys. As soon as The DQ opens the back door, the car starts going, BEEP, BEEP, BEEP, BEEP, BEEP.........you get the idea. I knew that the car had an anti theft system, I just didn't realize it still worked. Everyone knows that all that fancy stuff on cars doesn't work after the car is about six years old. For example, the window washer on my 02 Intrepid doesn't work. Well......the anti theft system works, and very well I might add. Now I am really close to completely freaking out.
The DQ goes back into the store and comes out with the keys. I don't know why it didn't occur to me that I might have set the keys on the counter. Obviously that should have been the first place I looked. Somehow in my mind they were in my purse and if I just kept digging, sooner or later they would appear, and would be well.
After this little escapade, I went and bought myself a smaller purse. Here is a list of items from my old purse:
3 different lip glosses
mascara
contact lens solution
contact case
hand sanitizer
allergy medicine
a various assortment of receipts
my cell phone
my set of keys to my car
wallet
checkbook
pictures
gum
a compact
Do I REALLY need to carry all this stuff around with me everywhere I go? NO. Here is the list of items I put in my new purse:
1 lip gloss
mascara
contact lens solution
contact case
hand sanitizer
allergy medicine
my cell phone
my set of keys to my car
wallet
checkbook
pictures
gum
a compact
Yep.....the only things I could bear to part with, were the receipts and two of the lip glosses. Why do I even bother I ask you?
Thursday, October 4, 2007
The Present
I am so behind on my blogging. I started back to school this week and time seems to be getting away from me. I am typing this during the last few minutes I have on my lunch hour. I spent the majority of my time completing my homework for my online class. Thank God my online class has been pretty easy so far.
Now I must tell a story. A horrible, disgusting story. A pre-Halloween story so to speak. A few days ago(I don't which day as they are all running together again) the cats were really acting strange. First they wanted in, then they wanted out. After a little while I figured out what the problem was. The female cat came around the back of the house with a baby bunny rabbit in her mouth. I scolded her and made her drop the bunny rabbit. Peter Cottontail then went under my deck and I soon forgot about him.
Later that evening I walked into the kitchen. What do you think I saw on my kitchen floor? A bunny rabbit leg. Not just the foot, the thigh, all the way down to the foot. On.My.Kitchen.Floor. Not seeing any other choice I got a paper towel so I could remove the bunny leg from my house. I scooped up the bunny leg in the paper towel. It.......was........still......warm. It was also soft and furry. I could feel the warm, soft leg through the paper towel. I was so disgusted. It still gives me the heeby zeebies just thinking about Peter Cottontail's leg on my floor. Not only that, but I failed that little bunny rabbit. I didn't do a good job of keeping the cats away from the little bunny. I should have made sure the bunny was safe before I let the cats back out again. I shouldn't have forgotten about little Peter, but I really thought he had ample opportunity to run away.
Now, on top of all of my other sins, I get to add bunny murder to the list. Sure I didn't commit the actual crime, but I failed to stop it. I don't know how I live with myself.
Note: It ended up taking me several days just to type this short story. I am seriously concerned about the time I will NOT be having to devote to my blog....it is most distressing.
Now I must tell a story. A horrible, disgusting story. A pre-Halloween story so to speak. A few days ago(I don't which day as they are all running together again) the cats were really acting strange. First they wanted in, then they wanted out. After a little while I figured out what the problem was. The female cat came around the back of the house with a baby bunny rabbit in her mouth. I scolded her and made her drop the bunny rabbit. Peter Cottontail then went under my deck and I soon forgot about him.
Later that evening I walked into the kitchen. What do you think I saw on my kitchen floor? A bunny rabbit leg. Not just the foot, the thigh, all the way down to the foot. On.My.Kitchen.Floor. Not seeing any other choice I got a paper towel so I could remove the bunny leg from my house. I scooped up the bunny leg in the paper towel. It.......was........still......warm. It was also soft and furry. I could feel the warm, soft leg through the paper towel. I was so disgusted. It still gives me the heeby zeebies just thinking about Peter Cottontail's leg on my floor. Not only that, but I failed that little bunny rabbit. I didn't do a good job of keeping the cats away from the little bunny. I should have made sure the bunny was safe before I let the cats back out again. I shouldn't have forgotten about little Peter, but I really thought he had ample opportunity to run away.
Now, on top of all of my other sins, I get to add bunny murder to the list. Sure I didn't commit the actual crime, but I failed to stop it. I don't know how I live with myself.
Note: It ended up taking me several days just to type this short story. I am seriously concerned about the time I will NOT be having to devote to my blog....it is most distressing.
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