Shopping carts and ice

OK. So I'm dealing with all this ice and getting to and from work. It's been nice to get out of the house. I feel for poor Chance who has been stuck in the house with the kids all week long. Alas, school is closed for yet one more day.

Tristan has been pretty sick since the weekend with his asthma stuff, so I am glad that school has been out for his sake. Today I had to go get his albuterol prescription refilled so I decided to go ahead and do my grocery shopping when I picked it up. I have no plans to go this weekend if we are getting tons of snow. Plus I am supposed to work on Saturday. As we all know, the parking lots at many businesses are solid sheets of ice. When I arrived at the store right after work, there were a gazillion people there stocking up for the weekend. I have to park way in the back of the lot but I figure I could use the exercise and ice skating is pretty fun.

I fought my way through the store...often waiting at the end of the aisles for 10 people to get out so I could go in. Shopping cart rage filled me but I maintained and did my best to keep my upbeat attitude. I bought tons of stuff as everyone would be home needing snacks and lunch and of course, I have to plan dinners for several days. I went over budget as I always do, so I mentally prepare for the backlash from Chance. (Luckily he is worn out being Mr. Mom, so he ended up not asking! )

My feet are ready to get out of my boots and into my Elmo house shoes. I hate wearing coats so just getting rid of that baggage was also on my mind. I make it thru the cashier...she worries my cart is too full for everything. I tell her we will make it fit. I don't want to drag anyone to the car and have to find tip. I just want to get home.

I go outside and make my way into the sludge. By this time, the parking lot is pretty empty and there is my car...waaaaaaay at the end of the lot. It calls my name. I push the cart which is overflowing with stuff. Our beer, juice, potatoes and pop are on the bottom rack hanging on for dear life. I follow the little rut in the middle of the aisle. You can actually see the cement for a short bit. The cart is sliding a bit but it is manageable. I get to the end of the cleared out area and the bam. I hit the 5 inches of ice. I push and push. The cart stays right where it is. My bags are moving around, threatening to fall out. Chance's beer peeks out at me and holla's here we go! I push and shove and try to turn that darn thing to some part that will go and can't budge it. I feel headlights behind me.

I go the end of the cart and I lift up. All it needs is to be placed on top of the ice. The cart is so full, I can barely lift it up. As I do the back wheels start sliding. A beer rolls out in the street. This is where the profanity begins. I wiggle, maneuver, shove, lift and so forth. The cart won't budge. People are coming out all around me and getting their carts and bags safely to their cars. Here I am in the middle of the aisle, cussing like a sailor, chasing beer and kicking the cart. My shopping cart rage is way maxed out.

At this point I am probably 15 feet from my car - close but not close enough to unload all this crap. I think about getting in and backing the car up and bringing it to the cart. But... I remind myself I am in the middle of the road. So, I continue my ritual of manuevering, shoving, lifting and cussing. After God knows how long...I get the cart close enough. I look back and see how the wheels just turned sideways and made funny little ruts in the sludge. As I'm getting my keys out, a man drives up and asks if I need help. He witnessed my little feud with the cart. I tell him thanks, but I got it there and packing the car is no sweat. A little too late, but nice he asked. He tells me they need to put 4-wheel drive on the carts and bids me farewell.

I call Chance and tell him I'm on my way and that someone else is getting all this crap out of the car. I come in and put on my Elmo's while Chance and Taylor empty the car for me. I have missed over 30 minutes of American Idol so I sit in the chair and watch. Tristan is passed out on the couch. Thank goodness for the crazies on that show. It lightened my mood and I don't mind putting all those groceries up. Problem is I have to cook most of this junk. Oh well. What else is new?

I am exhausted reliving this over again. I guess the moral of my story is shopping carts and ice do not mix. I wish I could think of something cute and clever to add, but now I think I need to go lie down. Hope your shopping experiences go well.

Later dudes.

Woo Hoo!

I don't have to work tomorrow! Yeah! Woo Hoo! I so didn't want to drive in this mess. Yeah!

It's been a while

Well I've noticed it's been a while since I last wrote. That is mainly because I've been playing with myspace and trying to learn it. It's sad, but I've had to have Taylor teach me the ropes. I've always been proud of being computer savvy but alas, I've found something that kicks my butt. I have found Johnny Depp's site and I'm waiting on him to accept me as a friend. He wrote that he will be busy for the next few weeks but he has finished shooting Pirates 3. They are putting it together and it should be finished soon. He has 3 other movies coming out in 2008. So, I figure my request will be buried as there will be thousands by the time he checks his page. But if he looks, he will see how much I am in love with him! LOL I know, I'm a freak.

But this friend thing is really hard. Evidently, you have to have a certain amount of friends to be cool. I can't find any grown ups to play with me. Finally I got my good friend Mary to sign up this weekend and we've had fun trying to figure all this stuff out. I started this page in July and up until recently, Sara (yes my cousin Sara) has been my only friend. Now I have 9 friends and one more coming when a friend at work gets her puter fixed. I had one of my high school classmates find me and I found another friend from my entire child hood on an email forward. That was pretty weird. My page is silly and it's my for fun place and non-parent/responsible adult avenue. I've got pictues of Johnny Depp and Jon Bon Jovi on there. Yes, things that make me drool. So, now I have to figure out how to balance both. I guess if this is all I have to worry about, life is going well.

This weekend we are holed-up in the house due to the weather. I think we are all a little stir crazy...and I did have some shopping planned. Now I will have to wait yet another week to get that done. Taylor is here this weekend and she is supposed to be at her mom's. That was an ordeal. Her mom called us at 7:00 a.m. yesterday while we were all getting ready for work and school. She wanted to come and get her right then before the storm hit. Well Chance told her Taylor really needed to go to school...her grades aren't that stellar once again. So she got mad and accused us of spending our time plotting at how to get at her. When he tried to explain that she got 2 F's on her report card she called him a liar and said that he was trying to get at her. So then she said she wasn't coming to get her at all this weekend and even told Taylor that she was sick of her anyway. How awful is that????? What a piece of work. I can't imagine speaking to my child like that. I sat at work watching the weather get worse and I just thought that all the reponsible hard-working people in the state risked the weather to get to work and their kids to and from school. I know it was hard to tell what the weather would do by 2:30 in the afternoon, but man, it was drivable by that time. I didn't get home until after 1. Many people had to wait until 5 to go home. I dunno. I can understand her fear of driving in that stuff... I am just as bad. But to say the things she said to both of them was really uncalled for.

I heard today that what is coming in at midnite tonight is supposed to be worse than the past two days put together. That was early this morning...I hope the prediction has changed. No, maybe not. If it stays bad, maybe they will give us Monday off. We have one week down and two more to go. I really dislike this time of year at work. It makes me cranky. We have been lucky - we had basically two weeks in a row - Thanksgiving and the snow storm week - where we worked 3 days. I actually worked 2 as I was sick on one day before the snow. Then we got an extra day over Christmas break for President Ford's funeral. I shouldn't be complaining.

I have been sick this week. I actually got bold and called in on Wednesday. We are only supposed to call in this time of year if we are dead and then that has to be approved. It's been a weird sick without the head cold stuff and now that has hit me full force. Not feeling so hot today. Chance has been feeding me medicine. Nyquil has been my best friend.

Tristan's report card showed that he is improving. I still can't get him to memorize his birthdate or phone number. I think I'm going to have him write it down. He learned how to spell his last name that way. His teacher tells me he's been trying harder to do better.

Well I can't think of anything more to say. Hope everyone is having a good new year so far. Oh, I am taking a class this semester! It is the first class I've taken since I graduated 6 years ago. It will be fun tho. I hope I don't make a habit of it! LOL

Later dudes.