It’s Karma, it has to be…
So, I wrote yesterday about the obscene Christmas Lights at the house across the street, right?
I complained and otherwise got all snotty about it - I even had an IM conversation with a friend about a late night undercover operation that included me, some wire cutters and black clothing…
But alas - all my complaining and otherwise discontent got me this:
Today, I went out to the Mom-Mobile, jumped in and decided that I needed to get some of the crap out of it, so I opened the garage door (you know where this is going, right?) unloaded the crap, promptly got in the van and drove off.
I did not shut the garage.
I didn’t even think about the garage.
I didn’t have one of those weird “OH MY GOSH I LEFT THE IRON ON!” thoughts as I drove to work.
(I did run out of gas, but that’s not part of the story)
Anyway - I go about my day, doing this and that and working hard, then at 3:50 my office phone rings. It’s Jerrett. He’s all in a panic. Apparently, when he got off the bus today, the lady at the Christmas Lights house came out and said to him, “You left the garage door open today, I closed it using the emergency release, be sure to tell your mom.”
It’s Karma.
I said mean things. Had mean thoughts. Then, she does something nice and here I am, eating my words.
So, this evening, I make my way through the traffic jam and get home…only to go over to the Christmas Light house and thank her, profusely, for her kindness.
We don’t have many things of value in the garage, but we do have a lot of things in the garage that, if totaled, could be valuable. It was really sweet, especially considering the world we live in today, where acts of kindness can often be misconstrued.
Anyway, I took the Christmas Lights lady a Christmas Card and in it I stuffed a small gift card to Target. It wasn’t much, but I felt it was important. After all, Karma seems to really be dealing them out to me as of late.
Midweek Mind-Dump: I Lasted One Day
It’s Wednesday and I need to just kinda do a mind dump. I’ve had a pretty hectic week and I can’t seem to form thoughts for a post of any substance right now. So here goes:
- I applied for, interviewed and was hired for a part time retail job this week. I lasted one day. They told me I’d be home by 10 each night and after staying till after midnight on my first night, after having worked all day to start with, I couldn’t hack it. We need the money, but that doesn’t seem to be a suitable way to get it, at least at this point.
- We went to have our family photos taken on Sunday and while I knew the whole event was going to be a minor fiasco, I didn’t help matters at all by waiting until the very. last. minute. to get ready to go. John did not do anything to his hair. Jerrett had duck crap on his leg from laying on the ground. It was a blast, let me tell ya.
- I have felt, all week, like something is missing. Not like a material something. More like a mental something, like maybe I lost my mind and no one has noticed yet. I’m not sure there’d be a huge difference in the way I act, should that happen.
- My hair is almost long enough to go up in a pony tail. Still to short to wear that way in public, cuz it looks stupid, but at least I can keep the crap outta my face while I toot around the house being all domestic and stuff.
- My dad, God love him, is the worst offender of email etiquette that I know. He is the only person who, and I swear this is NOT a lie, will hit “Forward” on any and every message in his inbox and forward it to every living and breathing soul in his address book - including random customer service and info@ email addresses for products and companies. I am about to revoke his internet privileges, I swear.
- Just now, as I entered down to this next bullet, my on-the-fly-spell-check in FF3 started working. WTH?
- Ten years ago, my very favorite, must have, drink every day and sometimes two and three times a day drink was Big Red - those of you in the South are well aware of the goodness that is Big Red. Those of you not in the south, you may have had Big Red wherever you are - but NOTHING (and I mean NOTHING) compares to Big Red bottled in the Dallas Market. I had it when I lived in North Carolina and it was close - but not close enough so I switched to Sunkist. Now, my favorite drink every day and sometimes two and three times a day is Tropicana Orange Juice, No Pulp. My, how we change.
- I think that sometimes people over think things to the point of stupidness. I keep thinking back to that Jeff Foxworthy joke about growing up with our 36 console TV sitting on top of a TV tray and learning the lesson that messing with it will make it fall on you and when it does, it hurts like hell. What ever happened to learning from your mistakes? Instead, now we seem to be trying to avoid all of the mistakes all together. I don’t know about you, but some of my mistakes were pretty darn great. Heck, one of them is in the living room now playing Xbox 360…and no, I don’t mean my son
- I used to have this habit - it wasn’t bad, but it was a habit none the less. I really enjoyed it a lot (I’m being cryptic for a reason) - but I’ve discovered, since last Tuesday, I’ve stopped enjoying it. So much so, that I stopped doing it and I didn’t even realize it - now that I realize it, it makes me sad, because it used to be one of the things about me that I really took a lot of pride in. (Reading back over this, I realize that no one will know what in the heck I’m talking about, unless they are either A) Inside my head or B) Close enough to IM/DM me and ask)
- I need have to get more freelance work. The client call I had last night went well. It is the first in the line of hopefully many more projects to come my way.
Ok, I think that just about does it for me. I needed to vent a little and talk about random things a little. Mostly, I need a small pitty party for myself. I’m feeling a bit blue and I needed to get that off my chest so I could regroup and put things in order.
Things You Should Never Do on Monday Morning
This started at about 5:30 AM this morning. Actually, I guess it really started last night, after I went to the store and decided that I’d try another brand of ’swill to drink at home while I wait to leave the house and go to Starbucks’ AKA - coffee. I’m not a coffee snob, I don’t think. I like espresso from Starbucks, that’s why I go there. I don’t care for their drip coffee, it tastes burned to me - but anyway, that isn’t the point of this post so back on track.
Anyway, so I get this new coffee, it’s on sale, but so is my normal stuff, which I drink every day. Now, typically, I’m not the kind of person who gets the coffee ready to go the night before - I should be - but I’m not. Instead, I’m one of those blurry eyed monsters who walks around like Frankenstein in the kitchen, knocking over all sorts of things with my outstretched hands in an attempt to prepare the morning brew. But, for some reason, last night, I decided to give it a whirl.
I scoop the grounds into the filter and as I’m doing this, I start to smell chemicals. I’m thinking the dishwasher’s going, the laundry’s going it could be anything - but it isn’t…I put my nose down to the filter and I don’t smell coffee.
Ok, at this point, I should have stopped myself. Any sane person would, I know this. I should have grabbed the non-coffee-smelling-coffee and thrown it away and started over with my tried and true - but do I?
What do you think?
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