Progress has been made with the patio. Our steps from the house to the patio have been put in and they look good. We are going to have to stain the pickets for the railing but that's no big deal. The patio looks much "neater" than it did before. Its nothing spectacular, overall, but its what worked with our budget. We got to keep our flowerbed and Brian came up with a good idea to make two other beds on either side of the steps down to the yard. That way it adds some color and dimension. Although we'd love to have a fancy patio with some teak furniture or something we have to work with what we've got for now. I had two plastic/vinyl Adirondack style chairs from my apartment patio that came with me when I moved in here. We were given a really nice mosaic cafe style table and three chairs from a friends of ours that didn't want it anymore. And Brian brought a few side tables/plant stands and a loveseat from his old house---we just need to get some cushions. None of it really matches and looks kind of crappy right now, but our plan is to paint all the metal items (table base, side tables, cafe' chairs) the same color Rustoleum so it matches and its protected, as well as paint the ugly Adirondack chairs a color that better matches. They are so ugly now, but so incredibly comfortable (as was the price when I bought them).
We planned on replacing the privacy walls, but to save money, Brian is just going to fix whatever is broken, replace a few boards that are warped, power wash them, and then stain to match the steps.
We plan on sprucing up the existing flowerbed, and like I said, making two new ones. Initially we were just going to put flowers in it but after talking with our neighbor, we are considering doing a veggie garden, which would help us save some money next summer on vegetables.
I'm starting to get excited about it. I sat out there earlier tonight to talk on the phone and it was so relaxing. I can't wait til its all done.
Tuesday, July 29, 2008
You're an enigma
Brian and I went to my ENT appointment this morning. They took us right back and my Nurse Practioner, Doreen, came in and reviewed my case with a new NP shadowing her. She read my CT results, which consisted of a deviated septum with huge turbinates, an impacted wisdom tooth (not causing any problems) and a cyst in my sinus. Ho-hum, just another day in the ENT world. That is, until Doreen put my CT up on the light up board thingy, said, "Oh God!" and proceeded to talk medical talk to her shadow like we weren't even in the room. She went on and on about how horribly crooked my septum was. Then I think she all of a sudden remembered we were sitting three feet behind her. Doreen turned around with a big shit eating grin on her face and said, "oh, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to act like that. I just don't know how you can breath." She ran out and got a doctor in the office so we could talk about surgery. The surgeon, who was very nice, came in looked at the CT and repeated all the same "Oh, God, how can you breath?" phrases we heard already, did a quick exam and then explained how beneficial the surgery will be for me. She explained to all of us in the room what she planned to achieve during the surgery as well as what I could expect afterwards. The doctor told me I wouldn't have any packing but I'd be doublely splinted because my septum is so deviated. I thought Doreen was going to go nuts. She got a huge smile on her face and said, "you're going to double splint her?" she asked Dr. Day. By her reaction, you'd swear she was getting a million dollar bonus in her check next week. I asked her if I'm the weirdo every ENT waits for and she kinda smiled and called me an enigma. When we left the office, Brian hit it on the head. He said he felt like he was living an episode of Grey's Anatomy where all the surgeon's are fighting to get in on the good surgery. We figure they all went in the lounge afterwards and started pestering Dr. Day to assist in putting in my double splint or something.
I'm waiting on a phone call to schedule the surgery. I've been told it will be a week until I can go back to work but after reviewing some paperwork, it looks like I'll be off for two weeks. The paperwork says I can't bend, lift, or strain (including constipation) for two weeks, and that's everything I do at work (minus the constipation).
On a different subject, the patio guys are back. They are building our landing/steps coming from the patio door as I type, so I'm hoping that tonight I could get to my back yard without walking around the house. They are planning on bringing a ton of dirt to make the transition from the steps to the yard a little nicer. Brian and have been talking about it and after hanging out at his parents condo yesterday, we've decided we want the patio to be a sitting area as compared to an eating area. I don't like bugs/flies hanging out with me while I eat, but I'm very okay with sitting out relaxing at night. We've also talked about getting flowers that we can hang off our privacy wall. And once this is all done, we can work on the flowerbed that borders the one side of the patio. Brian wants to put all wildflowers in there. That might have to wait til next year but I do think it will be pretty.
I'm waiting on a phone call to schedule the surgery. I've been told it will be a week until I can go back to work but after reviewing some paperwork, it looks like I'll be off for two weeks. The paperwork says I can't bend, lift, or strain (including constipation) for two weeks, and that's everything I do at work (minus the constipation).
On a different subject, the patio guys are back. They are building our landing/steps coming from the patio door as I type, so I'm hoping that tonight I could get to my back yard without walking around the house. They are planning on bringing a ton of dirt to make the transition from the steps to the yard a little nicer. Brian and have been talking about it and after hanging out at his parents condo yesterday, we've decided we want the patio to be a sitting area as compared to an eating area. I don't like bugs/flies hanging out with me while I eat, but I'm very okay with sitting out relaxing at night. We've also talked about getting flowers that we can hang off our privacy wall. And once this is all done, we can work on the flowerbed that borders the one side of the patio. Brian wants to put all wildflowers in there. That might have to wait til next year but I do think it will be pretty.
Monday, July 28, 2008
Just a bunch of stuff
Ok, ok, everyone's asking about the patio. There's nothing to say. It is exactly the same as it was last week. No one showed up to work on it. Apparently they had a "meeting" last week to figure out how they are going to fix the steps that look like they are doing the wave, but there's been no attempt at fixing it. I emailed them yesterday to let them know about our frustration and we were told they would be out today to work on the landing/steps from the patio door. Go figure. Another no show. So, now I'm pissed. Not that I wasn't before, but now I really am. I just want to have my life back to normal a little bit. Its a pain in the you know what to walk around to take the trash out. We can't grill out because we have no place to put the grill and I'm now very jealous of people who can sit out at night and drink a glass of wine while the sun sets. (Even though I don't really drink wine.)
In other news, my attempt at quitting WW didn't work. What did work was gaining weight. So, today after talking with Laura, I ended up at a new WW center. Its next to a Super Walmart on the north side of Baltimore. If I go to meetings there, I can kind of make it part of my weekly trip for groceries and save some $$ at the same time by getting them at Walmart. My weigh in wasn't pretty. I'm up. A lot. 177.8. The last time I weighed that much (officially, WW) was almost 4 years ago when I was hired by the fire department. I am impressed with this leader (go ahead, Brian, laugh), though. I told her I was familiar with the program and lost about 70 lbs on it. She told me, "good, now we'll get you to goal and lifetime and make you a free girl. No more paying for weigh ins." I know she can only do so much to motivate me but at least she was pretty positive in thinking she can help me. My motivation (well, I say it is) is that by Nov/Dec I HAVE to be below 166 for work or I will get an unsatisfactory evaluation which is not even an option. Secondly, I bought a size 10 bridesmaid dress for my sister wedding next July. I can't get any fabric added to it and as of right now I can barely breath in it. So, if I want to breath in the heat of next July, I need to shed an inch or two at least in the lung department.
I'm not sure about my medicine. I feel like I need a higher dose. Maybe, it just didn't all kick in yet as its only been 2 weeks. I feel a better like I said in my earlier post, but I still don't feel like I think I should. I don't really have motivation. My brain is a little clearer but I still feel like a load and kinda cranky more times than I'd like. I have to look into a new doctor...that on tomorrow's list of things to do. In addition to that, I find out what's going to happen with my nasal surgery. My appointment with the ENT is tomorrow AM, so hopefully she'll explain what all the stuff in my CT is since I don't know what the hell I'm looking at.
Other than that, I've just been studying my ass off. I had an EMS Officer class all last week with a final today, which I did fine on. So, now until September, I'll be studying tons of boring books for my Lt. promotional exam at work. I'm not looking forward to it, but I am mildly motivated to. So, my summer is boring, but whatever. 10% increase in pay, hopefully, will be worth it.
In other news, my attempt at quitting WW didn't work. What did work was gaining weight. So, today after talking with Laura, I ended up at a new WW center. Its next to a Super Walmart on the north side of Baltimore. If I go to meetings there, I can kind of make it part of my weekly trip for groceries and save some $$ at the same time by getting them at Walmart. My weigh in wasn't pretty. I'm up. A lot. 177.8. The last time I weighed that much (officially, WW) was almost 4 years ago when I was hired by the fire department. I am impressed with this leader (go ahead, Brian, laugh), though. I told her I was familiar with the program and lost about 70 lbs on it. She told me, "good, now we'll get you to goal and lifetime and make you a free girl. No more paying for weigh ins." I know she can only do so much to motivate me but at least she was pretty positive in thinking she can help me. My motivation (well, I say it is) is that by Nov/Dec I HAVE to be below 166 for work or I will get an unsatisfactory evaluation which is not even an option. Secondly, I bought a size 10 bridesmaid dress for my sister wedding next July. I can't get any fabric added to it and as of right now I can barely breath in it. So, if I want to breath in the heat of next July, I need to shed an inch or two at least in the lung department.
I'm not sure about my medicine. I feel like I need a higher dose. Maybe, it just didn't all kick in yet as its only been 2 weeks. I feel a better like I said in my earlier post, but I still don't feel like I think I should. I don't really have motivation. My brain is a little clearer but I still feel like a load and kinda cranky more times than I'd like. I have to look into a new doctor...that on tomorrow's list of things to do. In addition to that, I find out what's going to happen with my nasal surgery. My appointment with the ENT is tomorrow AM, so hopefully she'll explain what all the stuff in my CT is since I don't know what the hell I'm looking at.
Other than that, I've just been studying my ass off. I had an EMS Officer class all last week with a final today, which I did fine on. So, now until September, I'll be studying tons of boring books for my Lt. promotional exam at work. I'm not looking forward to it, but I am mildly motivated to. So, my summer is boring, but whatever. 10% increase in pay, hopefully, will be worth it.
Wednesday, July 23, 2008
I hate admitting when I'm wrong.
So, maybe everyone was right. Maybe I needed some help. Maybe I needed a boost to get me going in the right direction. But, there were my views that got in the way....I don't need any medicine. Not me. I'm just fine. (I can't even admit that I was wrong to myself!) It is just a phase. A really, really, really, long, evil phase. Or, maybe they were just right.
Like I wrote in my previous post, I was given different medicines to help change my mood around, calm my anxiety, and sleep. When my counselor, Lori, suggested this to me weeks ago, I outright told her, "no." I wasn't going to. I wasn't going to be a "crazy" person. I don't want to be like everyone else in the world and be like a Prozac Nation girl. "Its not going to work on me anyway. They hand that stuff out like candy and then everyone brags about it like its something great," I told Lori and Brian. Lori came back with, "because it is great. It just balances you out and causes such a change in your life you want to tell people you feel better. Especially if you've been feeling bad for so long." Whatever, dude. I'm not that bad. But Brian asked me to try it. If it didn't work, it didn't work, but at least we could say I tried it. Then he teased me with "maybe you'll sleep." How sad is it that he could tease me with sleep like he could with pizza or a diet Pepsi?
I started the medicine a week ago. Apparently, it can take a few weeks to kick in fully but subtle changes can be noticed in the first week or so. I went to sleep Monday night and except for one wake up because I had to pee really bad, I slept through the night. Almost seven hours. I woke up and was ready for my day. Yesterday, for the first time in years, literally, I enjoyed my entire shift at work. I wasn't tired. I joked around. I was a smart ass. I saw a change in my co-workers. They didn't have that look on their face like, "is she nice today?" I approached them and made stupid comments and actually sat for a few hours talking about completely random things covering every topic from "is the Waffle House better than Bob Evans" to "if the Cialis commercial says you can "perform" when you're ready within 12 hours, do you only get one shot (no pun intended) in those 12 hours?" I didn't even care that I had to run calls in the middle of the night and when I got the opportunity to lay down for 3o minutes here and there, I fell asleep quickly (and without medicine). I wasn't up thinking all night and then thinking about how I wasn't able to fall asleep.
I ran a call in the afternoon which came out as a trouble breathing patient. I sat and talked to a guy who was obviously worn out and exhausted, hyperventilating, trying to tell me about how he's had insominia for quite a period of time. So bad, in fact, that he finished an entire 30 day bottle of Ambien in less than 4 days. One night, he took 13 of them in 8 hours. When I asked him why he took so many, he looked at me with big, red, puffy eyes and said, "I'm not trying to hurt myself...just tell me why can't I sleep?!?" as he cried. Literally cried. I run plenty of calls where I tell people I know how you feel and, really, I have no idea. But this guy, I knew how he felt. I was there. And as I finally convinced him that if with all the medicine he took and he was still unable to sleep (and we ruled out any medical issues with taking so much medicine in a short amount of time thanks to Poison Control) he may have deeper issues that needed to be addressed. I talked him into letting us take him to the hospital for a psych eval. He sat there and cried and yelled and just kept saying, "why can't I just go to sleep? I'm not crazy. I just want to sleep!!" It was then, as that guy yelled at me, I realized, I was wrong. The medicine is in fact working for me. I went from being "that guy" for months, hell, maybe even years off and on, to being this girl that enjoyed her day at work. A girl that wasn't trying to hide in the bunkroom for a nap. A girl who realized, last night was the first night in years that she slept (without being sick with the flu or on narcotics for pain) for seven hours and only woke up once because her bladder was about to explode.
Come Thursday, I will have not bitched about how I can't sleep or cried, yelled, or been perpetually miserable, for a complete week. I asked Brian two days ago if he thought the medicine was working and he said it was hard to say because typically I have a few good days and then two bad days. But after sleeping Monday night, a good day at work Tuesday and being extremely productive and not requiring a nap after work today, I think I'm on a roll. I can't remember if it was yesterday morning or this morning but Brian even said I sounded perky. Our typical morning conversations (after work) usually involve me losing my patience, getting frustrated and hanging up on him. Between yesterday and today, we talked probably for a few hours on the phone. The last time that happened was when we first started dating. Actually, maybe even before that. That's how we eventually started dating. We were "vent" friends. I could go to him with my problems and vice versa and get an unbiased opinion about things. He listened to me when I felt no one else could or would. That all led to our friendship and then eventual dating. And I think with the relationship that evolved kind of caused a problem between us. I didn't have a vent person anymore. Who would I go to to vent about he and I or topics that I think he just doesn't want to hear about anymore or I don't want to talk to him about? Quite honestly, there were/are plenty of times where he was my problem.
It's still going to be a few weeks before everything kicks in, but after a week, I think its a safe bet to say: "Everyone (and Lori), I was wrong. I needed the medicine and it does work for me. I'll give myself a few more weeks and I might even turn into one of those people I bitch about who brag about being on their medicine."
And speaking of medicines, I'm a new fan of Allegra D. It rocks! I can breath for the first time in forever (well, out of half my nose :) )
Like I wrote in my previous post, I was given different medicines to help change my mood around, calm my anxiety, and sleep. When my counselor, Lori, suggested this to me weeks ago, I outright told her, "no." I wasn't going to. I wasn't going to be a "crazy" person. I don't want to be like everyone else in the world and be like a Prozac Nation girl. "Its not going to work on me anyway. They hand that stuff out like candy and then everyone brags about it like its something great," I told Lori and Brian. Lori came back with, "because it is great. It just balances you out and causes such a change in your life you want to tell people you feel better. Especially if you've been feeling bad for so long." Whatever, dude. I'm not that bad. But Brian asked me to try it. If it didn't work, it didn't work, but at least we could say I tried it. Then he teased me with "maybe you'll sleep." How sad is it that he could tease me with sleep like he could with pizza or a diet Pepsi?
I started the medicine a week ago. Apparently, it can take a few weeks to kick in fully but subtle changes can be noticed in the first week or so. I went to sleep Monday night and except for one wake up because I had to pee really bad, I slept through the night. Almost seven hours. I woke up and was ready for my day. Yesterday, for the first time in years, literally, I enjoyed my entire shift at work. I wasn't tired. I joked around. I was a smart ass. I saw a change in my co-workers. They didn't have that look on their face like, "is she nice today?" I approached them and made stupid comments and actually sat for a few hours talking about completely random things covering every topic from "is the Waffle House better than Bob Evans" to "if the Cialis commercial says you can "perform" when you're ready within 12 hours, do you only get one shot (no pun intended) in those 12 hours?" I didn't even care that I had to run calls in the middle of the night and when I got the opportunity to lay down for 3o minutes here and there, I fell asleep quickly (and without medicine). I wasn't up thinking all night and then thinking about how I wasn't able to fall asleep.
I ran a call in the afternoon which came out as a trouble breathing patient. I sat and talked to a guy who was obviously worn out and exhausted, hyperventilating, trying to tell me about how he's had insominia for quite a period of time. So bad, in fact, that he finished an entire 30 day bottle of Ambien in less than 4 days. One night, he took 13 of them in 8 hours. When I asked him why he took so many, he looked at me with big, red, puffy eyes and said, "I'm not trying to hurt myself...just tell me why can't I sleep?!?" as he cried. Literally cried. I run plenty of calls where I tell people I know how you feel and, really, I have no idea. But this guy, I knew how he felt. I was there. And as I finally convinced him that if with all the medicine he took and he was still unable to sleep (and we ruled out any medical issues with taking so much medicine in a short amount of time thanks to Poison Control) he may have deeper issues that needed to be addressed. I talked him into letting us take him to the hospital for a psych eval. He sat there and cried and yelled and just kept saying, "why can't I just go to sleep? I'm not crazy. I just want to sleep!!" It was then, as that guy yelled at me, I realized, I was wrong. The medicine is in fact working for me. I went from being "that guy" for months, hell, maybe even years off and on, to being this girl that enjoyed her day at work. A girl that wasn't trying to hide in the bunkroom for a nap. A girl who realized, last night was the first night in years that she slept (without being sick with the flu or on narcotics for pain) for seven hours and only woke up once because her bladder was about to explode.
Come Thursday, I will have not bitched about how I can't sleep or cried, yelled, or been perpetually miserable, for a complete week. I asked Brian two days ago if he thought the medicine was working and he said it was hard to say because typically I have a few good days and then two bad days. But after sleeping Monday night, a good day at work Tuesday and being extremely productive and not requiring a nap after work today, I think I'm on a roll. I can't remember if it was yesterday morning or this morning but Brian even said I sounded perky. Our typical morning conversations (after work) usually involve me losing my patience, getting frustrated and hanging up on him. Between yesterday and today, we talked probably for a few hours on the phone. The last time that happened was when we first started dating. Actually, maybe even before that. That's how we eventually started dating. We were "vent" friends. I could go to him with my problems and vice versa and get an unbiased opinion about things. He listened to me when I felt no one else could or would. That all led to our friendship and then eventual dating. And I think with the relationship that evolved kind of caused a problem between us. I didn't have a vent person anymore. Who would I go to to vent about he and I or topics that I think he just doesn't want to hear about anymore or I don't want to talk to him about? Quite honestly, there were/are plenty of times where he was my problem.
It's still going to be a few weeks before everything kicks in, but after a week, I think its a safe bet to say: "Everyone (and Lori), I was wrong. I needed the medicine and it does work for me. I'll give myself a few more weeks and I might even turn into one of those people I bitch about who brag about being on their medicine."
And speaking of medicines, I'm a new fan of Allegra D. It rocks! I can breath for the first time in forever (well, out of half my nose :) )
Monday, July 21, 2008
Sometimes you have to ask for a little outside help.
The patio people showed up at 630pm. I guess I shouldn't complain, because they finally showed up, but by 630pm on a night before work I'm already in the process of winding down. Brian talked to the patio guy (Mike) today who admitted he subcontracts the work. We knew that. Hell, it is the middle of summer. Brian called to tell him no one showed up Friday nor today. Mike said he was getting in touch with his foreman and that he refused to have the same group of guys work on the patio again. There are a few new guys out there now doing completely different work. We hope the outcome is better. Mike said if it isn't he "has a guy" that can redo the whole project. Hopefully it won't get to that. I was hoping by now we'd be sipping wine and grilling out on it, but instead we were drinking water and eating Cajun catfish off the Foreman grill. (Still yummy.)
Speaking of yummy, I don't think my maintenance plan is working. I feel a little big these days. Well, okay, the scale may have whispered in my ear as well. The six I thought I lost, I found. I'm sure it has nothing to do with the chocolate chip cookies, or the brownies, or the carmelitas, or whatever else I've had over the past week. I do have to say I did much better when bringing and cooking my own food. I kinda had a downfall last week and ate out a little more than I planned on. I'm realizing I have to step it up a little more in the athletic department. I'm hoping that will kick in soon. I'm still doing my walking, which I enjoy, but I know I have to start doing some weight training. I'm still kinda down in the dumps like I've been for a while, but being quite honest I'm hoping some medicine will help turn that mood around. I hate being one of "those" people, but when everyone, including your ex husband, encourages you to at least try it....well, I guess maybe I should. I was given a medicine to help me sleep. I still I have some issues with it "working" the right way, or so I think, but I do have to say I did have one hell of a restful sleep on Saturday night. And I find myself not wanting to nap as much as usual. I'm hopeful. Still a little upset I had to go this route, but I guess sometimes you just gotta suck it up and ask for some outside help.
So, I don't want to go back to formal WW, but I guess I have to make more conscious decisions. I think things will definitely turn around when I finally want to go workout. I know that Sarah is in there, I just have to wait for her to surface. I definitely know I can't make her do things she doesn't want to do.
Speaking of yummy, I don't think my maintenance plan is working. I feel a little big these days. Well, okay, the scale may have whispered in my ear as well. The six I thought I lost, I found. I'm sure it has nothing to do with the chocolate chip cookies, or the brownies, or the carmelitas, or whatever else I've had over the past week. I do have to say I did much better when bringing and cooking my own food. I kinda had a downfall last week and ate out a little more than I planned on. I'm realizing I have to step it up a little more in the athletic department. I'm hoping that will kick in soon. I'm still doing my walking, which I enjoy, but I know I have to start doing some weight training. I'm still kinda down in the dumps like I've been for a while, but being quite honest I'm hoping some medicine will help turn that mood around. I hate being one of "those" people, but when everyone, including your ex husband, encourages you to at least try it....well, I guess maybe I should. I was given a medicine to help me sleep. I still I have some issues with it "working" the right way, or so I think, but I do have to say I did have one hell of a restful sleep on Saturday night. And I find myself not wanting to nap as much as usual. I'm hopeful. Still a little upset I had to go this route, but I guess sometimes you just gotta suck it up and ask for some outside help.
So, I don't want to go back to formal WW, but I guess I have to make more conscious decisions. I think things will definitely turn around when I finally want to go workout. I know that Sarah is in there, I just have to wait for her to surface. I definitely know I can't make her do things she doesn't want to do.
Sunday, July 20, 2008
Can you tell I finally imported pictures onto the computer???
I just like these two. They're from this morning/afternoon.Visit with the Grandparents this morning....
We took Bella and Brandon to Pop-Pop Mickey's and Grandma Bea's for Pop-Pop's French toast. Oh, and bacon which I was a huge fan of. We got a few pictures before leaving, including one of the great-grandparents. I particularly like that one because they are both smiling. The one they were posing for didn't have any smiles. I kinda wish we caught it but right after Brian took their picture Pop-Pop leaned in and gave Grandma a kiss on the cheek. It was cute.After breakfast we went to Mom-Mom and Zaidy's for a few hours. Brandon made us a lovely hibachi dinner, including monkey brains. (I hope he never opens a restaurant!!)
Taylor's play
Here are a few pictures of Taylor acting her little heart out her play from this summer. She spent a week in a drama camp and on the final day they had this play. She did very well. I knew she was an actress at the house but thought she may get shy on stage, but not in the least. She was such a ham. She definitely knew where her family was sitting and put on quite the show for us.
Patio in progress
Here are a few pictures of the patio, in progress. You'd think by now I'd learn to take a before picture, but no, I still didn't remember. Let's put it this way...the patio was much more even, although it was starting to sink into the retaining wall, which used to be made out wood. They shortened the patio. The old one used to come out to where all the dirt is now. As you can see by the pictures they are really puzzle piecing it together. I'm not too concerned about that, because they reused the bluestone we already had to save us money. I think once the morter or whatever they use is down, it will be fine. We are more concerned about the tiles that are sticking up causing a trip hazard or the ones that wobble when you stand on them. The tiles under the patio door have been fixed and look good. They aren't wobbly and are even. But, beyond the patio door, everything else needs fixed, including the step down, as you can see. We're hopeful they will come back tomorrow. Brian will be home so he said he's going to silently stalk them from Brandon's bedroom window. I'm hopeful this time around will be more successful and we will get to use the patio by next weekend.
Saturday, July 19, 2008
I'm a dumb ass.
Plain and simple. Dumb. Ass.
Brian picked the kids up this morning on his way home from work and shortly after they left go to the gym and pool. I was to meet them later. He texted me asking if I'd stop at our new fav pizza place to pick up a pizza so we can have a family lunch poolside. No problem. Didn't even have to twist my arm. He called it in and on my way up to the pool I stopped by and picked it up. I also decided to get 4 water bottles. So there I was, juggling 4 water bottles and a pizza box. Already late, I got in the car and drove off. The whole way up there I couldn't wait to eat pizza. Then I found myself glancing towards the passenger seat, then slamming on the breaks. Umm, where did I put the pizza? Oh yeah, on the roof. See, I couldn't juggle the bottles and the pizza box at the same time so I put the pizza on the roof so I could put the waters in my bag. I tore into a parking lot, opened my door and sheepishly peeked over the side, hoping. Nope. No pizza. At the exact same time, Brian's texting me, "pick up the pizza?" which was soon followed by the "you won't believe what I did" phonecall to him. All I wanted was some of my favorite pizza, but now if its not glued to someone's windshield, its in a ditch on Belair Rd somewhere. I'd like to think some nice homeless person found themself a lucky break and are munching on deliciousness. But, I don't think there's a lot of homeless people roaming around Kingsville.
Like I said, dumb ass.
Brian picked the kids up this morning on his way home from work and shortly after they left go to the gym and pool. I was to meet them later. He texted me asking if I'd stop at our new fav pizza place to pick up a pizza so we can have a family lunch poolside. No problem. Didn't even have to twist my arm. He called it in and on my way up to the pool I stopped by and picked it up. I also decided to get 4 water bottles. So there I was, juggling 4 water bottles and a pizza box. Already late, I got in the car and drove off. The whole way up there I couldn't wait to eat pizza. Then I found myself glancing towards the passenger seat, then slamming on the breaks. Umm, where did I put the pizza? Oh yeah, on the roof. See, I couldn't juggle the bottles and the pizza box at the same time so I put the pizza on the roof so I could put the waters in my bag. I tore into a parking lot, opened my door and sheepishly peeked over the side, hoping. Nope. No pizza. At the exact same time, Brian's texting me, "pick up the pizza?" which was soon followed by the "you won't believe what I did" phonecall to him. All I wanted was some of my favorite pizza, but now if its not glued to someone's windshield, its in a ditch on Belair Rd somewhere. I'd like to think some nice homeless person found themself a lucky break and are munching on deliciousness. But, I don't think there's a lot of homeless people roaming around Kingsville.
Like I said, dumb ass.
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