I think my mom studies Divination. Seriously. The woman can see into the future. She prophesied that I would get pulled over for having a headlight out on my car...and I did.
Wait. Let's back it up and start at the very beginning (a very good place to start).
When you read you begin with A, B...Just kidding.
I took Friday off from work so I could spend the day with The Mama. We decided to meet up and do a little shopping and then catch Hairspray (which was awesome. Go See It.).
We were debating what we wanted for lunch and in order to determine the maximum amount of food I could cram into my body, I asked Mom if we were planning on getting popcorn at the movie. She stopped cold in her tracks and looked at me as if I had just asked her if I should stab out my eyeballs with an ice pick. Her look said "Are we getting popcorn? What are you? Mucho Loco?? Are we getting popcorn? Is the Pope Catholic? Hell yes we're getting popcorn!!" Yes, I am my mother's child.
So we went to the movie, enjoyed a super-size popcorn with a super-size half-diet-coke-half-cherry-coke (the best theatre pop combination evah) and had a great time. Seriously. Such a good flick. Must. Find. Soundtrack.
Anyway.
My car was still parked at the mall, so the plan was to drop me off and head our separate ways. But we got there and decided that we hadn't had quite enough shopping...so we headed in for round II.
At some point during the day, I mentioned to Mom how I had an irrational fear about shutting the door to my car when the keys were in it. I was pretty sure it was unfounded, but I was always afraid that my keys would get locked in. Why do I have this fear? I do not know. One time I tried to lock my spare key in the car while it was running (it was winter and I wanted to warm up the car) and for the life of me, I could not lock the damn car. It was weird. Yet I still had a fear that my car would mysteriously lock itself.
But I digress.
When we finally parted ways, Mom had the vision. Ok, so it wasn't exactly a vision. She happened to see that one of my headlights was out, so she warned me not to speed or I'd be a moving target for cops. We parted and I headed home, driving at exactly the speed limit. And I got pulled over. Gah! Luckily, I wasn't speeding (although the cop said that I was, but wouldn't tell me how fast I was going...so I am interpreting it to mean that I wasn't actually speeding. He wasn't the brightest bulb, as he also accused me of having Wisconsin plates...which I definitely do not.) so he just wrote me up for a warning to get the headlight fixed. Whew. That one was close.
Friday night was uneventful. It was the night of the Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows release...but I didn't nerd it up like I did with the last release (For the Half-Blood Prince release I was 11th in line at midnight. It was glorious). But it was mainly because I hadn't read HP6 since it came out two years ago and I couldn't remember what happened. So I stayed in and reread it, content to read HP7 the next day when my mail arrived at noon.
Saturday morning rolled around and I still hadn't finished HP6. My mail arrived. Harry Potter in the Hiz-ouse!! And as much as it pained me to do so, I forced myself to finish HP6 before starting HP7. And I'm glad I did; there were a lot of little details that I had forgotten. I then dove into a non-stop Harry Potter reading frenzy. I only stopped to run (twice; I did a 3-miler and a 4-miler), sleep and go on a date. :) I finished the book at 3am on Sunday. Yeah, I had a Harry Hangover at work on Monday.
Moving on with my story.
On Monday night, I decided it was time to face reality and get on with my Muggle life. So I decided to head to the grocery store. Getting into my car, I remembered that I had a headlight out. It was as good of a time as any to check out the inner workings of my car's lighting system, so I threw caution to the wind. I popped the hood, tossed the keys on the driver seat, and closed the door. And my car promptly locked itself. Seriously? SERIOUSLY?!? So I had to bang on the front door of my building and a friendly tenant let me in...and then I borrowed her cell phone to call the emergency phone number for the building maintenance. The girl was so sweet, she offered to let me chill in her apartment while I waited for the man with the master key to arrive. I politely declined, and camped out in front of my door. About 10 minutes later, she swung by and gave me a bottle of water. How thoughtful! But sitting in the hall outside of my apartment, I had nothing to do. Nothing to read. Nothing to write on. No polish to paint my toenails. No iPod to jam out to. So I did some of my at-home PT in the hallway and just sat and thought. It was kind of nice, really. Forced relaxation isn't such a bad thing.
And so this morning, I thought I'd suck it up and get the headlight replaced. I called into the VW dealership and they said it would take 10 minutes to replace the headlight and I didn't need an appointment. And it would be great if I could come in Right Then, as things were starting to slow down. So I came in, gave them my car...and waited. And then I waited some more. An HOUR passed, when they finally said that my car is ready. Seriously?? I could have melted glass, blown my own bulb, and installed it myself for how long it took. But whatever. At least I can avoid further consultations with police officers about the mechanical shortcomings of Miss Puff-And-Chug.
And that about wraps it up. Yes, this definitely falls under the "Ramblings" category!!
Wait. Let's back it up and start at the very beginning (a very good place to start).
When you read you begin with A, B...Just kidding.
I took Friday off from work so I could spend the day with The Mama. We decided to meet up and do a little shopping and then catch Hairspray (which was awesome. Go See It.).
We were debating what we wanted for lunch and in order to determine the maximum amount of food I could cram into my body, I asked Mom if we were planning on getting popcorn at the movie. She stopped cold in her tracks and looked at me as if I had just asked her if I should stab out my eyeballs with an ice pick. Her look said "Are we getting popcorn? What are you? Mucho Loco?? Are we getting popcorn? Is the Pope Catholic? Hell yes we're getting popcorn!!" Yes, I am my mother's child.
So we went to the movie, enjoyed a super-size popcorn with a super-size half-diet-coke-half-cherry-coke (the best theatre pop combination evah) and had a great time. Seriously. Such a good flick. Must. Find. Soundtrack.
Anyway.
My car was still parked at the mall, so the plan was to drop me off and head our separate ways. But we got there and decided that we hadn't had quite enough shopping...so we headed in for round II.
At some point during the day, I mentioned to Mom how I had an irrational fear about shutting the door to my car when the keys were in it. I was pretty sure it was unfounded, but I was always afraid that my keys would get locked in. Why do I have this fear? I do not know. One time I tried to lock my spare key in the car while it was running (it was winter and I wanted to warm up the car) and for the life of me, I could not lock the damn car. It was weird. Yet I still had a fear that my car would mysteriously lock itself.
But I digress.
When we finally parted ways, Mom had the vision. Ok, so it wasn't exactly a vision. She happened to see that one of my headlights was out, so she warned me not to speed or I'd be a moving target for cops. We parted and I headed home, driving at exactly the speed limit. And I got pulled over. Gah! Luckily, I wasn't speeding (although the cop said that I was, but wouldn't tell me how fast I was going...so I am interpreting it to mean that I wasn't actually speeding. He wasn't the brightest bulb, as he also accused me of having Wisconsin plates...which I definitely do not.) so he just wrote me up for a warning to get the headlight fixed. Whew. That one was close.
Friday night was uneventful. It was the night of the Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows release...but I didn't nerd it up like I did with the last release (For the Half-Blood Prince release I was 11th in line at midnight. It was glorious). But it was mainly because I hadn't read HP6 since it came out two years ago and I couldn't remember what happened. So I stayed in and reread it, content to read HP7 the next day when my mail arrived at noon.
Saturday morning rolled around and I still hadn't finished HP6. My mail arrived. Harry Potter in the Hiz-ouse!! And as much as it pained me to do so, I forced myself to finish HP6 before starting HP7. And I'm glad I did; there were a lot of little details that I had forgotten. I then dove into a non-stop Harry Potter reading frenzy. I only stopped to run (twice; I did a 3-miler and a 4-miler), sleep and go on a date. :) I finished the book at 3am on Sunday. Yeah, I had a Harry Hangover at work on Monday.
Moving on with my story.
On Monday night, I decided it was time to face reality and get on with my Muggle life. So I decided to head to the grocery store. Getting into my car, I remembered that I had a headlight out. It was as good of a time as any to check out the inner workings of my car's lighting system, so I threw caution to the wind. I popped the hood, tossed the keys on the driver seat, and closed the door. And my car promptly locked itself. Seriously? SERIOUSLY?!? So I had to bang on the front door of my building and a friendly tenant let me in...and then I borrowed her cell phone to call the emergency phone number for the building maintenance. The girl was so sweet, she offered to let me chill in her apartment while I waited for the man with the master key to arrive. I politely declined, and camped out in front of my door. About 10 minutes later, she swung by and gave me a bottle of water. How thoughtful! But sitting in the hall outside of my apartment, I had nothing to do. Nothing to read. Nothing to write on. No polish to paint my toenails. No iPod to jam out to. So I did some of my at-home PT in the hallway and just sat and thought. It was kind of nice, really. Forced relaxation isn't such a bad thing.
And so this morning, I thought I'd suck it up and get the headlight replaced. I called into the VW dealership and they said it would take 10 minutes to replace the headlight and I didn't need an appointment. And it would be great if I could come in Right Then, as things were starting to slow down. So I came in, gave them my car...and waited. And then I waited some more. An HOUR passed, when they finally said that my car is ready. Seriously?? I could have melted glass, blown my own bulb, and installed it myself for how long it took. But whatever. At least I can avoid further consultations with police officers about the mechanical shortcomings of Miss Puff-And-Chug.
And that about wraps it up. Yes, this definitely falls under the "Ramblings" category!!
Labels: Ramblings
1 Comments:
u too have a VW? i think i love you..
and how was the date...sneaky how you just glossed over THAT fact of the weekend....
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