Not to sound like a cliche, but this Monday was atrocious.
I went into work feeling good, and then Rebecca sent me this link. A Sad Goodbye
Now I have never met this woman or her family, and I know there are bad things happening to people every day, and yes, it's just a dog. But it struck a nerve, and my heart ached for them.
I finish my work day, bought a ton of snacks at the Holla for a Dolla General, then came home and waited for the Alabama National Championship Game.
Some time in the second quarter I read horrible news.
One of my favorite riders in the PBR, Ty Pozzobon, had died. He was 25.
They haven't released his cause of death, but a lot of people near the family have said it was carbon monoxide poisoning.
I have read many articles, and so many Tweets and condolences from fellow PBR riders that it's breaking my heart. During Saturday's event all of the riders will wear commemorative patches honoring his life.
I am recording it, I know it will be a tearjerker.
So I am moping about, listening to the game in the background, arrogant to know Alabama is going to win, that I go get in the bed.
Until Scott starts yelling words that made Ralphie Parker's mom scream.
I can't remember a time when they actually lost! Not just a Championship game, but any type of game!
Spoiled, I am.
Tuesday I decided it was going to be a good day. I had to cover the morning shift at the Front Desk. Easy peasy.
While on my phone, I mean doing important work stuff, I read that Carl Edwards is retiring from NASCAR. Whut. He is in the peak of his career!
He just ready to pursue other interests.
NASCAR is losing a class act.
I also got to update this blog >>> Where I am Forrest Gump.
There was a lot of chatter going on about merchandise, so I asked, not specifically to Brad Keselowski, but NASCAR peeps in general about if the driver gets royalties if you order merchandise from NASCAR.com, and Brad answered:
Best lunch break ever!
Mock me if you must.
Wednesday was a whale's blowhole.
Lunch time was a typical Lisa-fest.
Boss lady asked if I could run and get her lunch, she was without a vehicle. Of course I will, a few minutes away would be perfect. She wanted Popeye's, gave me what she wanted on a sticky note and cash. I get in my car, drive the 45 seconds to Popeye's, and go in and order because I loathe drive-thru's.
I said hello, stated my order was to go, and asked for a 5-piece tender meal. The woman said they didn't carry tenders.
Uh, you a lie, she eats this mess every day. I even study the menu for a minute, and she was right, I didn't see it. I excused myself to go call her to tell her the news.
When I walk outside.....there it was.
I was at Wendy's.
I did the walk of shame.
Thursday was a decent day, I was counting down the minutes until I clocked out.
3 day weekend for me! Since I have worked here, I have tried unsuccessfully to have 3 regular days off in a row. Our time goes bi-monthly, so everyone gets 4 off days during the 14-day period. So this is it! I clock out and do a dance.
When I got home I cooked dinner, did the dishes, and plopped down on the couch. Zero preparations were made for our weekend getaway, I had all of the next morning to do it. I planned to go see Rebecca and Lily around 10am, then pack up and head out.
We stayed up way past midnight watching VH1 Classics.
It was nice.
Let's set the scene....it's Friday morning. It's nice and cool, I'm stretched out feeling calm, sleeping heavily...until.....
My phone rings.
It's the boss lady.
The morning shift clerk called in. She has to have someone there, because of several meetings planned.
I say, very enthusiastically that I will be there.
I hang up the phone. 3 minutes later I had to ask the Lord to forgive all of the naughty words that I said. It isn't the boss lady's fault.
I go in at 7, put on a fake smile, and worked the shift. It was chaos all day. Stereotypical Friday the 13th. I don't remember sitting down once.
Then....the evening clerk called in.
Oh helllll no. I am already hours behind on all the stuff that I need to do before we leave. Thankfully, a sweet red head came to my rescue. I got home and tried to get everything together. I had texted Scott relentlessly on getting my bathroom things, night clothes, and undies together. I got home and picked out "out in public" clothes, laid them out on the bed, and did another scramble to find everything else.
Especially my nightstand fan.
We finally got on the road. You can read about the rest of the trip/week here:
Our Anniversary Weekend
I can sum it up real quick. We ate, we slept, we shopped, we drank, we went to see hockey.
That's all for this week, folks!
Thank you to everyone for the Happy Anniversary wishes!
I enjoy sports, binge watching TV, food, reading, and slightly bearded men.
Most popular blog posts from my previous Blog:
How I Died (Again)
Lily is Here!
The "Miracle" Diet
Zesty Lemon Shrimp
My Apologies to Shelby County, AL
The Evolution of My Hair
My Night Stalking Dale Murphy
The Worst Late Night Snack Ever
Questions from God