Just as I suspected all along…

I AM invisible! Hmmm, (rubbing chin thoughtfully, with a furrowed brow) now I must find a way to use my newfound power for good and not evil.

I sent out emails to many of you announcing the spectacular news that I got a wonderful new job.

The place where I have been working for the past 8 1/2 years was a very negative place. I worked with some of the most hateful, hurtful, passive-aggressive gossipmongers I have ever had the displeasure of meeting. These people seemed to thrive on the misery of others. They seemed to take great pleasure in verbal assault. Believe it or not, there are only six of these people in my department (since my openly racist, bitch of a supervisor retired…and caused me to dance around and sing, “Ding dong the bitch is gone” for weeks afterwards) but let me tell you, these six seem to have the power of 100! They spew their venomous words as though they get paid in accordance with the level of hurt they cause. The one who is the worst and the undisputed leader of the Piranha Pool (Sharon), approached me when she found out that I would be leaving. Her words caused me to stare at her in disbelief, unsure of how to respond. Here is what she said…

Sharon: I’m glad that you got a better job. It will be nice to get out of here, (I can’t remember her words exactly, but it was something like) there are too many hurtful and bad things that go on here. You are a nice person, and I’ll miss you.

Me: (Physically lifting my jaw off the floor, and staring at her in disbelief)…”Thank you.” But as I stared at her, I backed away slowly, afraid that the words that had boiled up from the pit of my stomach and now sat on my tongue trying to pry my mouth open, would sprout wings and fly out at her. I wanted to say something like, “You f-ing hypocrite! You know that you are the ringleader in this circus of hate! Someday…you’ll get yours…and you’ll see how it feels to be on the receiving end of toxic venom!”

Yesterday was my last day there. When I work night shifts, there are only two of us…me and a cashier named Nancy. Nancy is retiring in less than three weeks. I bought her a book that she’s been wanting, and gave her a heartfelt card. She bought me a beautiful porcelain angel, and a very sweet card. I received three other cards from people outside of my department. I spent my last night telling those who have been kind to me…just how much it meant to me. I cook for close to 200 people a night (mostly employees from other departments), and out of those there are about ten who always smile and actually talk to me. I took a moment to tell each of them that they made a real difference in my life. I will truly miss them.

Now here is where my power to be invisible comes in. Not one person (besides Nancy) in my department of about 80…gave me even a card. I know that some of you who’ve been reading me for a while may be thinking that I’m not representing myself truthfully here…that I must be some kind of bitch to deserve the treatment I’ve received from these people, and the lack of acknowledgment that I worked side by side with them for the last 8 1/2 years…but I swear it’s not true! I’ve truly tried to make a difference there. I’ve been kind, and helpful…and done what I can to make it a better place…but I obviously failed miserably.

As I left yesterday, I felt numb. I had absolutely no emotion. I was not happy and I was not sad. I didn’t even feel relief. I just felt that it was an end to one chapter of my life.

Now I look forward to the next chapter, and working at a place where I KNOW I can and will make a difference. I was all set to tell you more about my new job…but since this is already very long…I will write about it in a few days.

My Friendly Ghost

Strange things have been happening in my presence for many years. When I say, “strange”, I mean that these experiences seem to be “other worldly”. Here is an old post that gives many examples of the things I’ve experienced.

I believe that least one or more of my loved ones who’ve passed on, stay close to me, or at least check in on me occasionally, and try to let me know that they are there.

I don’t remember these things happening to me when I was a child…but then again I was terrified to even think of the spirit world when I was a child. After my mother died when I was ten years old, I had several dreams about her…each dream was very frightening. In my dreams I knew she was dead, but she would drive up (in the car that she was driving when she was killed), and walk in and just look at me. She looked normal and alive in my dreams…but I knew she was dead and I would run to get as far away from her as possible.

I remember once having a dream that I was in my room and she just walked in. She really was alive (in the dream) and she told me that she didn’t really get killed in a car accident. She said that she and her husband had been on vacation in Hawaii. She said that they told us she was dead because she couldn’t afford to take us with her to Hawaii. OUR FAMILY TOLD US THAT SHE WAS DEAD SO SHE COULD GO ON VACATION WITHOUT US! I suppose I didn’t trust her very much. Either that or I wanted her back so badly that I would forgive her cruel hoax, if only I could have her back. In real life, she did take several vacations without us. I can only think of one vacation that we were allowed to go on, and that was a weekend at the beach.  So that could have been the reason for the dream too.

As a child I remember hearing others talk about the spirit world, and I’m sure I had seen movies, about people who had passed on appearing before loved ones. I prayed and prayed that my mother would not appear to me. I don’t know exactly why I was so terrified, but many nights I laid in bed afraid that I would open my eyes and see my mother standing beside my bed.

I don’t know what I was thinking, but one night as I lay in bed in the dark by myself…I began to speak to my mother. I asked her to show herself to me if she was able, and I pulled the covers up over half of my face. The only thing showing was my eyes. My heart was beating wildly. I waited and waited but she never showed herself, much to my relief.

Only once has she appeared to me in a dream where I was not afraid….and this happened about seven years ago I guess. She was absolutely beautiful and glowing. She looked so happy and radiant.

Where I work, some strange things have happened that cause me to think someone is not only with me and watching over me…but he/she or they want me to know that they are there. Today something strange happened at work that I thought I would share.

We have automatic soap dispensers and paper towel dispensers so that you never have to touch either…you just have to place your hands in front of the sensor. I stopped at one of the paper towel dispensers and took a towel. I stepped about three feet away from the dispenser and began drying a cart. About five or six seconds later another towel came out of the dispenser. I was the only one there and I wasn’t close enough to set off the sensor. I stared at the dispenser then reached over and took the towel. I stepped away again and continued drying the cart. About six or seven seconds later, another towel came out. There was no breeze and I was not close enough to set it off. Again I stared at the dispenser, but this time I smiled (and under my breath, because I was a bit embarrassed to be speaking to no one) I said, “Thank you.”

About an hour later another employee came in. I asked her if she would indulge me for a moment. She followed me to the dispenser and I told her what had happened. I asked her to take a towel then to step back to where I was standing and just wait a moment. She did and nothing happened. She stepped in and took another towel then stepped back. Nothing happened. No more towels just automatically came out. Then she said, “Holley, whoever it was…they were here for you, not me, and I absolutely do believe that spirits visit us.”

I don’t know who it is or even if it is someone…but I’m not afraid like when I was a child. There have also been many instances where elevators and manual doors (that have the ability to open if you push the handicap button) have opened as I approach and no one else is around. I’m sure I sound like a kook…and maybe I am…but I think these things are pretty cool when they happen. Well, I don’t mind some of these things…some of the things that have happened in the story that I linked…have really frightened me. I guess I have a sense that whoever is opening doors and giving me towels is someone I love, and he or she is saying, “I’m here, and I love you.”

Just Duckie

Last week just before Christmas my husband’s friend, Chris, came to stay with us for a few days.  He lives in Bend, and has no family, so it’s always nice to have him.  I hate to think of him being alone on Christmas.  The second day he was here, he slept on the couch, and of course since my work schedule is so screwy I’m usually in bed early at night and up at about 4:30 or 5:00 a.m.  I didn’t want to wake Chris so I dressed quietly and went out to breakfast.  It was a nice quiet morning and I enjoyed reading my book and having coffee while waiting for the food to arrive.

After breakfast, I went to a few stores and walked around, then decided to stop by a bakery and get a chocolate croissant.   I took my warm croissant and coffee  to my car, as I planned to call my sister and kill some more time before going home.  As I sat in my car, I witnessed a truly remarkable and delightful scene unfold overhead.  I swear I’m not exaggerating…at least 1000 ducks flew  overhead!  They were in large groups…some in triangles…some in straight lines…spread out as far and as wide as I could see!  At the end of the line there were four slowpokes trying to catch up…it made me laugh.  I could just hear them…”Wait up guys! What’s the hurry?  Sheesh!”

I sat there for a few more minutes and another group of at least 300 ducks flew overhead.    They were all chatting to each other very loudly, (no doubt they were bitching about the other 1000 who left them behind).   The truly amazing thing was that they didn’t drop any little presents on my car.

It was such an incredible sight and for some unexplainable reason, it made me feel very happy and blessed to have witnessed their passing.

Happy, Happy New Year all!

One star is not enough

A conversation between me and my husband.

My husband:  Have you heard of those star registry sites?

Me:  Yeah, where you can pay to have a star named after someone?  I smell a scam that is making someone really rich.

My husband: (Chuckling) Yeah, they used to send out certificates indicating the star and it’s new “OFFICIAL” name that the person paid for, but they were recently sued because there is only one legitimate agency that can officially name stars.

Me:  Ooooh, I see.  So now people send  money to this company and the company sends the person the location of one of a billion stars and a certificate that says, “Here is Star Gertrude named for your first love.”  And no one is breaking any laws (because it is not the star’s OFFICIAL name)…so these people are getting rich off of the gullibility of others? Are you freakin’ kidding me? I bet the person who paid for the star can’t even locate it in the sky to show to the recipient.  I think we missed out on the opportunity of a lifetime!

My husband:  Yeah, but one star is not enough.  I’d name a whole galaxy after you!

I can hear the collective, “AWWWWWW!” followed by retching right though the computer…lol.  That’s alright…at least I have SOMEONE fooled into “knowing” my place in the universe!  (humfph, humfph)

Private conversations in public places

I suppose that my maternal instincts are acting up here lately.  I’ve been wanting to add a new baby to our family…er, a puppy that is.  I’ve been looking on Craig’s list daily at all of the cute babies in need of homes.  I would love to have one of those teacup chihuahuas…but since they sell for $1800…that won’t be happening any time soon.  I was looking yesterday and someone had listed a chihuahua puppy.  It’s was the cutest darn thing you ever saw!  I called the man and made arrangements to go see him.  The puppy was in Longview which is about an hour away from my house.  My son, and daughter and I hopped in the car and took off to Longview.  When we got there, I was more than bit annoyed with this man.  First of all, this so called “puppy” was a full grown dog…only he posted pictures from when the dog was a puppy.  He said that the dog had been returned to him twice which was a red flag to me.  The dog was very anti-social, and shortly after we arrived, he pooped right on the floor.  I told the man that we would think about it…but I have no intention of doing so.  Talk about false advertisement!  This dog just had too many issues, and I believe the man knew it and was not up front about it.

On the way home, my daughter was “starving”, so we stopped at a cute little cafe in Kalama called Fireside Cafe.  It was in the middle of nowhere, and yet it was very popular.  While in the restaurant (I don’t remember how this conversation got started but) my son and daughter started snipping back and forth about who was the best baby when they were born.

Hannah: (to Danny)…I was a good baby…I made mom very happy.

(She did make me very happy…she was the best baby EVER!)

Dan:  No, I was mom’s first…I made her smile every day!

Me:  (Trying not to choke on my water)…Yeah, I was smiling when you stopped crying AFTER NINE MONTHS!  Until then all I could do was try to quell my thoughts of suicide!

Dan:  That wasn’t MY fault…that was YOUR fault!  I couldn’t help it if I had colic!

Me:  Well, if you had learned to nurse like any other NORMAL baby…I wouldn’t have had to give you formula and you wouldn’t have had such severe colic!  How hard is it to just nurse like any other baby?  Your sister didn’t have any problems nursing.  You always have to make things difficult!  (It’s so much fun to embarrass your children!)

Hannah: (In such a soft and panicked voice, that I barely heard her at first)…Mom, please….PLEASE….not here!  Not here, mom!  Please!

At this, I cracked up and changed the subject.  But on the long drive home, we had great fun talking about when they were babies.  While I was passing along my memories about them, one popped into my head that my mom told me about when I was a baby.

She and my real mother were getting me ready to go somewhere.  They cleaned me up…changed my diaper, got me ready and put me in my car seat.  My mom said that I was crying hysterically and wouldn’t stop.  Finally, they stopped the car and got me out of my car seat to check me from head to toe.  It was then that she discovered that she had pinned my diaper, TO MY LEG!  OUCH!

Is it any wonder that I’m so messed up?

Men…you can live without them, but what fun would that be?

My real mother always had tumultuous relationships with men. And because she was beautiful, she always had them lined up, waiting for her. For the most part, the long parade of men in my mother’s life treated me like shit…and to this day, I have this weird relationship with men. I crave attention from men…and yet, I most heartily distrust them. At an early age I learned to take care of myself and my own needs. I’m sure that this comes from the fact that I’ve never had a male figure in my life who has nurtured me in a parental way.

I’d love to have a male best friend, but I always find that if I’m attracted enough to a man to want a friendship with him, the lines in my mind get blurred. And so I’m very cautious about having male friends. My husband has many female friends…probably more female than male friends, and yet as far as I know, he has never crossed any lines that shouldn’t be crossed. The one exception for me in pursuing a male friend seems to be my friend David, from work. (I want to be perfectly clear here when I say, that the things I say about him are purely from a friendship perspective.) I feel this connection with him…like I’ve somehow known him before…but it’s not in words or actions that I feel I know him…it’s in his eyes. He is one of the very few people who will look me directly in the eyes when he talks to me. And in his eyes I see something very beautiful…I’m not speaking aesthetically…it’s something deeper than that. He has the greatest smile I’ve ever seen. He smiles with his entire face, and he is very generous with his smiles. I do find David to be very attractive, and so I tread lightly around him, meaning we avoid “serious” talk, and for the most part, we keep it light.

We don’t see each other outside of work anymore…but we have in the past, when groups from work would go out. But we seek each other out for breaks and help each other with our work. In a workplace where I feel very alone much of the time, David is a ray of light for me. He has a girlfriend, and that is the main reason for keeping the friendship inside the workplace. She has very bizarre ideas…and she seems to try to keep him under her thumb. It’s the same thing that’s happened to me many times over in my life. Girl has guy friend. Guy friend gets girlfriend. Girlfriend is too insecure let guy friend play with girl anymore.

He has mentioned a few things about her that have given me cause to raise an eyebrow, and made me bite my lip. David is a very funny guy…he is so quick witted that I can’t even begin to compete, but his humor is a bit on the silly side. To me it is very endearing. One day he said something funny, and I cracked up and said, “I bet you keep Elaine in stitches at home!” He said, “Not really. She told me recently not to waste her time with my humor. She told me that before I say anything, I need to make sure it is clever, and worth her while.” Although I try to keep my mouth shut where Elaine is concerned, I blurted out, “She is trying to change you, David, and you are wonderful just the way you are.”

A few days after this, I invited them to go out with a group of us for my birthday. His words…”Elaine has decided to stop drinking, and doesn’t want me to drink anymore either. She says that if we go anywhere with anyone, it has to be someplace that doesn’t serve alcohol.” Now, I know that I’ve mentioned a few times that I’ve gotten carried away while out with friends, and gone a bit overboard in my consumption…but the truth is, those times are very few and far between…I very rarely go out…and almost never drink enough to get drunk. And even when David has gone out with us “pre-Elaine”, I never once saw him drink too much. So because she can’t handle her alcohol…he is not allowed to drink either!

Before he started dating Elaine, he was in a serious relationship for 8 years. He loved this woman very much and wanted to marry her. One day she just up and left. She unexpectedly ended the relationship and broke his heart. He was lonely, I mean…not a kiss…not a hug…not even a date, for three years. This is why I think he embraced Elaine so readily, even though she is very stern in every conceivable manner. They have been dating for a year, and have been living together for about 6 months.

Just a couple of weeks ago, I asked him if he was going to get to spend Thanksgiving with his family. They live about a four hour’s drive away. He said yes, that he was. When I asked if Elaine was going with him, he said, “No. She says that she is not ready to spend a holiday with my family. She’s not even ready to meet them.” I just could not wrap my mind around this. After all….THEY FREAKIN’ LIVE TOGETHER! It’s not like they just met and she thinks they should wait a bit to see how it goes. So I asked why she was not ready, and he answered something like, “She thinks it is inappropriate.” He had trouble explaining further, because he didn’t understand it himself.

I used to have a friend who was very uptight, like Elaine. My joke about her was that she had to plan her bowel movements two weeks in advance. The very sad thing is that my joke is not THAT far fetched!

How does someone like David, end up with someone like Elaine? How do I keep my mouth shut to preserve our friendship when I want to shout, “Run like hell, David!” I suppose he will figure it out on his own. I’m sure he has life lessons to learn and she is invaluable to something he needs to learn. Maybe I’m part of that equation as well. Maybe he has something to teach me. I guess we shall see how the story unfolds, in time.

The Seven Random Things Meme

This is proving to be very difficult for me. My friend David, who tagged me for this, has many more interesting facts to share about his life. At the end of this post is a list of rules, and persons whom I am tagging. Here goes….

1.) Whenever I engage in any kind of gratification concerning carnal needs…I ALWAYS wonder if my friends and loved ones who’ve passed on….are watching me or can see me. It’s rather daunting, but it doesn’t stop me….I reason that they’ve done the same things…lmao!

2.) I can twirl a baton.

3.) I was a marching band nerd in high school. I played the trumpet.

4.) Whenever any opportunity presents itself for me to “make a wish”, whether it be blowing out birthday candles, or wishing on a shooting star, or blowing the fuzzy things off of a dandelion…I always take it very seriously just in case it comes true! I’m always tempted to make a selfish wish, like, “I want a million dollars” but usually change it to something for my family or something to benefit humanity. If I can’t think of something “worthy” to wish for in the allotted time, then I always wish to reserve my wish for a later time when I can make a proper choice. Yep, I know…I need therapy.

5.) I still listen to my Donny Osmond albums occasionally…(one of which I’ve had since I was 8 years old, but thanks to eBay, I have a version that has no scratches), and sing at the top of my lungs.

6.) Bra size before pregnancy, 32A. Bra size during pregnancy, 36C. Bra size after nursing for 3 years, 36B.

7.) I’ve never owned a car that was made in the same decade that I owned it.

Tagging:

David B.

Vroni

Stevo

Jane

Waxing Strange

Bobby G. G.

Teaspoon

1. Link to the person’s blog who tagged you.
2. Post these rules on your blog.
3. List seven random and/or weird facts about yourself.
4. Tag seven random [?] people at the end of your post and include links to their blogs.
5. Let each person know that they have been tagged by posting on comment on their blog.

The snake’s dinner

I have not been feeling well.  In fact, today I feel downright awful.   I have this recurring inner ear problem that gives me incredible vertigo.  It makes the room spin…it makes me very nauseous…and walking even short distances is a challenge.  This has been going on for about a week now, but today seems to be the worst.  I’m so frustrated I could cry.

Last year I went to a specialist for this very problem.  He gave me some exercises to do that include hanging my head upside down off the bed in various positions.  I’ve done this many times over the past few days…but nothing helps.

Yesterday at work this really weird thing happened.  I was standing there, and all of a sudden (this is the only way I know how to describe this) it was like my brain short circuited.  It was like the room went black and before I could even register the words, “I’m going to faint”…I could see again.  It was very strange.  I have no idea if it has anything to do with the inner ear thing or if this is something else entirely.  A regular practitioner has never been able to help me…and a specialist is not covered by my insurance and my last visit to a specialist cost me $319.00.  I hesitate to go back to the specialist who made me angry with his cavalier and condescending attitude.  Anyway, on to “The Snake’s dinner”…

A few days ago I was looking on Craig’s list at dogs.  I would love to have another small dog (although I already have two and more than enough), and was strolling through ooooohing and awwwwwing over the dogs and puppies.  I saw an ad that grabbed my attention, and I clicked on it to read.  This woman had posted a picture of a white rat that said something like this…

“I bought this rat to feed to my snake.  My snake won’t eat it.  It is living in a box in my bathroom to keep my cats from getting it.  I don’t know what to feed it, so I’ve been feeding it cereal.  If you want this rat, please come and get it.”

A couple of ads later, a woman was looking for a female rat.  One of her beloved rats had just passed away and she needed a new companion for her other one.  I sent her the information about the snake’s dinner, and she sent me an email back saying that she was going to go take a look at it, and if it was female, she would take it.

A couple of days later she sent me another email, complete with pictures, of her new baby who she named Lucky!   She said that Lucky was very nervous at first, but very quickly latched on to her new cage mate and snuggled up to her to sleep.

I’m so glad that there was a happy ending for Lucky.

And back to my other problem…just now as I was typing, I became so dizzy that I had to quickly lie on the floor.  I’m going to see if I can get in to see the doctor today.  This is especially aggravating, because I have a dinner auction to attend tonight.  We go every year, and it is always such a great night.  It is the one night a year that my husband and I get dressed up and go someplace really nice.  I really hope I’m feeling well enough to go tonight, especially since we’ve already paid for dinner.  Wish me luck.  Sorry I haven’t been around to catch up on you all…I’ll try to get to it soon.

Goodbye mom…a Halloween tale

I know this is cheating, but I’m reprinting a story from my previous blog. I’m missing my old blog. Anyway, this happened on a Friday the 13th, but I thought it was appropriate for Halloween as well. Gather around my pretties….and enjoy.

It is a beautiful fall morning here in the great northwest. The air is crisp and fresh. When I awoke, I stepped outside on my back deck. I took a few deep breaths of fresh morning air, then decided to wake my girl early and take her to breakfast before school. She chose McDonald’s as usual.

We pulled into McDonald’s just about the same time as four teenage girls walked up. They came in about a minute after we did. We ordered and since they told us it would be a few minutes before it was ready, we went to sit down.

The girls took a while making their decisions, and as they talked among themselves, I noticed that one girl kept looking at me. She was petite, had brown hair, and green eyes like mine. After a minute or two, the girls ordered, and as they waited for their food, she approached my table.

She politely said, “I’m sorry to keep staring at you, but you look so very much like my mother who died only a few months ago.” I reached out and put my hand on hers and told her how sorry I was for her loss. She then said, “May I ask a favor of you?”

“Of course you may” I answered.

“I know this seems strange, but as I leave, may I turn to you and say….Goodbye mom?”

Her request touched my heart so deeply, I couldn’t help but say, “Yes of course, and by the way, what is your name?”

“My name is Jennifer, but my friends call me Jen.”

The girls got their food, and headed for the door.

Jennifer turned to me…she waved and with a smile said, “Goodbye mom.”

I waved back and said, “Goodbye Jen, have a wonderful day.”

As the girls walked out the door, a McDonald’s employee approached my table. She said, “That will be $21.03.” Confused…I asked her what she was talking about.

She pointed to the girls who were leaving and said, “Your daughter said that you would pay for the food…the total is $21.03″.

I was immediately angry. “That is not my daughter”, I said. “She told me that I looked like her deceased mother and asked me to say goodbye to her.”

“Well, you still need to pay the $21.03.”

I got up from the table and headed out t he door toward the girls who were still fairly close to the restaurant. They saw me coming and started to run. I ran as well and as I got close to the girl who had just duped me….she tripped and fell. She tried to get up, but I grabbed her leg and held on tight. She kept trying to get away and pleading for me to let go, but I kept pulling her leg….

Just like I’m pulling your leg!

Happy Halloween!

Life righting itself

Yesterday was a very strange day.  I attempted all day long to be in a bad mood…but life kept righting itself.  This is quite the opposite of how life usually works for me.  Usually something unfortunate happens…then it is a downward spiral from that moment on.   My eyes roll to the back of my head in anticipation of what my day will be like, and my mood reflects the events I anticipate will happen.

I have a co-worker who has been out for the last 9 days.  He recently came back from taking a month off for a minor surgery that should have taken less than a week to recover from.  His most recent absence was from illness and then funeral leave (his father-in-law).  He was out, along with four other cooks who are out for  extensive periods (the one who I caused to twist her ankle, is taking the full three months off, just as I expected).

Since this other co-worker…(I’ll call him “Get your ass back to work guy”)…has been out so much along with all of the others, I have been doing split jobs.  That is, I come in and do his job for half of the day, then move to the one I was originally supposed to do and play catch-up.  It’s really pissing me off.  Yesterday was supposed to be my day off, but I agreed to work since we are so short.  When I got there, of course I was pulled off of the job I was supposed to do, and put on GYABTW guy’s job for the first 4 hours.  After that, and without a break, I had to run and start on the other job, which requires certain things to be done before 9:30 a.m.  When I got back to the other job, I discovered that my good friend David, had done a portion of my job for me!!!   I was in absolute disbelief!  You wouldn’t believe the number of pissy, selfish people I work with, who would just as soon stick an icepick in your temple as help you out.  His act of kindness threatened to send my bad mood running…but I held on reluctantly as I totally expected more to go wrong (lol…I know I sound bitchy, but you all know I’m kidding).  With David’s help and the help of another girl, I got my work done!  The first dilemma righted itself!

Hannah has had early release from school for the past few days for teacher conferences.  As always seems to be the case, she has early release or no school at all on the days that I have to work a day shift, and yesterday was our appointment with one of her teachers for a conference.  The conference was at 1:40, and I get off of work at 1:30.  I wanted to get out a bit early…but it didn’t look good.  I called Todd to see if he could make it…and he already had Hannah and was on his way over there!  The second dilemma had righted itself!

A couple of hours after I got home from work my son Dan called.  I could tell from his voice that something was wrong.  He was at a loss for words and suddenly blurted out, “Mom, can you help me?”

Me:  “Of course honey, what’s going on?”

Dan:  “I was in a car accident.”

Me:  “Is anyone hurt?”

Dan:  “No one was hurt, but I don’t have my insurance card in the car…can you find it and bring it to me.”

After searching unsuccessfully, I called the insurance company and they gave me a number for the police to call and verify that he had current insurance, which kept him from getting a $500.00 ticket.

…..No one was hurt.

…..The lady in the other car was really nice.

…..He didn’t get a huge ticket…(but did get one for $124.00 for unsafe lane change).

Dilemma’s three, four and five had righted themselves.

Dan was supposed to go to Seattle yesterday with his friend Vickie to stay with friends who attend WSU.  Since the accident, his door was unable to open (which Todd has since fixed)…I suggested that he take the train.  With an hour before the train left, he was packing…we had to go pick up Vickie, and then make it to the train station.   We were almost to the station, and a train came (lol…go figure) and blocked us from the train station.  We had about 10 minutes before the train to Seattle left, and they didn’t even have their tickets yet.  As is my luck…the train was one long ass train, and we waited for at least 5 minutes for it to pass.  My son got out of the car and tried to race it.  “Mom, tell me if I run faster than the train!”  He did…and it was quite comical to watch…like some movie going in fast motion, and although I was horrified that he could trip or something…I found myself laughing.  I can’t imagine myself saying to my husband at a train intersection….”Hey honey, see if I can run faster than the train”..then getting out and racing it!

We got to the train station and got the tickets, and the train to Seattle pulled up about two minutes later.

Dilemma 6 had righted itself.

I was a bit confused as to how to get back to the freeway, but somehow drove right to it!  Normally I would have ridden around and been lost for an hour.

Dilemma 7 had righted itself.

I smiled and reflected on what a great day it had been.  I said thanks to God.  My bad mood was gone, and I didn’t even have to drink alcohol…lmao!