…I’d rather rip out my right arm than do it…
…and tonight I had to do it twice!
But it’s no biggie calling Sondra and asking her to watch my kiddos in the morning…
perhaps you’d like to know WHY I need her to watch my kids?
Well, I’m going to tell you anyway…
It snowed Tuesday…a whopping 1.5 inches. That, my friends who don’t live near here, might as well have been blizzard like conditions.
They missed school on Wednesday and then again today (although, I’m really not sure why) and tomorrow they are on a 2 hour delay. Now, on Wednesday morning, I moved my doctor’s appointment to Friday morning KNOWING that I could make it…and now, I can’t. And I have to go. I don’t have a choice. But I can’t take them because I won’t finish in time to get them to school on time (nor do I think they should go to the Gyno with me) and I can’t move the appointment.
Welcome to insanity…. 
But then….the real issue with the help…
I need a truck. Why? I’ll tell you that too….I got an elliptical machine on freecycle…for free… (duh….)
But I need a truck to move it. I call Sondra, she says she doesn’t know anyone with a truck…I get all bummed because I think I’m going to have to pass up this machine (keep in mind, I have NO EARTHLY IDEA where I’m going to put this, but it’s free and I’m canceling my gym membership in 6 weeks….)
and then I look out of my beautiful office window, across my snow covered yard…and I see Adam. Not only do I see Adam, the bestest neighbor in the whole wide world…but I see his truck.
All day, I’ve tried to catch Adam when he was outside…so that I could finally ask him to help me. I’ve never done that before. Adam just does for me and I love it. He’s just that kind of guy. But I kept missing him. And Freecycle dude wants to know when I’m coming to get my machine…so I had to call Adam.
So I did.
OMG….
I left the most retarded message I think I’ve ever left someone.
I’m half way tempted to go over there and erase it before he gets home because it was just that dumb. You would think that I (a) had never left a message for someone before, (b) was 12 years old, or (c) was on a weekend pass from the mental hospital after listening to that message….
And I could go over there and erase it because he doesn’t lock his doors…..
but I won’t.
I’ll just sit here and feel retarded until he calls me back and hopefully, he’ll tell me that he would be glad to help me go and get the machine that I really have no room for…
…but it was free….
Until next time…
Heather
