At last.. I've made it!

I tell ya.... I don't know where some days go. They just get lost in the day. Today was exactly one of those days.

So just to serve as a reminder, I am once again going to nominate myself for one of those that WILL NOT be chosen for the amazing race, as I am truly not a contestant in any way, shape or form.

I was going to have a cider when I got home, but decided on some boring crackers, and the herb & garlic creamcheese spread.

Earlier this evening I was downtown Vancouver in some fancy old office building. The outside of the office was fancy, the hallway was fancy, the marble steps were very fancy, however the actual office was very unfancy. Right down to the old office chairs. I was almost door challenged when it came to entering the magical unlocking doors.

Prior to entering the building we had to park the car. It took me forever to deposit the coins into the meter, so long that the person that I was with began to think that I had ditched him on the street corner, and taken off with his car. I had to stare at the meter for a while to try and figure out what it was telling me to do. The words and pictures didn't add up, so I left that meter for another. After a huge amount of meter one OH! one, I finally figured out the meter plugging. I knew it was time to stop feeding the meter when it would no longer accept coins.

It was very lucky that I had any coins to put in the meter. I left the house with no credit card, but a useless credit card, and some quarters. As I was heading to my destination for pick up I realized that I needed some money. It is so handy that the stalker sister lives so close to the new route that I use. I called her up, told her to get some money ready, and sure enough she did. It was quite the "new age" of drive-thrus: call, ask for money, meet person at end of driveway, they hand you money, continue turning around in the cul de sac, wave good bye to money hand off person, who on this night was the stalker sister. I didn't even have banking fees attached to this transaction~!

Prior to calling the stalker sister for coins, I was busily making some pasta for the chicklets. Yes yes, the skills are extrodinaire, I will politely gesture a nod of the head. While doing some very fancy water boiling I was folding laundry, fixing the messy kitchen details, curling the crazily bad hair locks, brushing up the teeth with another swish of peroxide, & re-applying the non stop lipstick with a top coat of non stop lipstick. It all had to be done at once.

I had talked to the stalker sister earlier in the afternoon as I had to recount the events of the walk in clinic visit. It was Miss Pip, and she had hurt her foot while doing gymnastics. "What! .. the Pip was once a gymnast... how could she have jumped and fallen and hurt her foot... this is completely impossible!" Yes, completely impossible that she was a gymnast; falling and hurting her foot was completely believable. When I did eventually get to the school to pick her up, sure enough, it was swollen and all damaged looking. That Pip!

I had fully intended on working in the yard earlier this morning. Then I called my mom. She quickly found other plans for us. I told her I was on a time line, and had great feats to accomplish, ok attempt, well, how about just think about, ok I will settle with strike that off the list for another day.... needless to say we were busy!

It was my fault really that I became all too busy with my mother. I had a dentist appointment right at 9:00. I thought they were going to be freezing and fixing something as they normally do, but that wasn't what they were up to, and I was out of the dentist in about 25 minutes. Lucky me. I will not feel so lucky in April when I go back for the F & F.

I was sad waking up this morning. I was sad to note that I was not able to walk to school because of the foolish time that I had made the dentist appointment. So the Pip had to be escorted via the Mazda 5, but that was probably a good thing, since we made it to school at about 8:59 1/2. I did notice her run to her class today. She actually ran. Ran like a normal person. Ran like a girl that didn't have to think about where she was going to plant her feet kind of running. The kind of running that adds colour to faces, and a ploom of messy hair, and a sense of accomplishment when the run is done. I think it was my first time experiencing that. I believe I held up traffic in the round about I was so transfixed on the Pip's form. That put a smile on my face.

For the last two days I have gotten a tiny bit smart. I have slapped the Pip's sandwich together, as I make the boys sandwich. It was quite a revelation to build the sandwiches at the same time, but I was glad that the light came on when it did... you know the saying.. better late than never!

The alarm didn't go off, and I tapped the quietly snoring husbandman on the shoulder and reminded him it was only Tuesday. It was 6:47. I asked for the remote. The morning news always captures my groggy attention, with the constant weather and traffic reports, it is very easy to fall back into a slumber, and not even realize that you have missed three traffic reports in that time.

And that is the day... I wont bother to mention the other piles of laundry, the scattered paper work, the laundry put away procedure, the chat with the lovely hamsterson & the breakfast builder sandwich and the super coiffe all for the boy this morning. I will mention none of that,... I am done!