Well, I’d been complaining about not having anything worth posting about.  So, go figure, today would make up for the lack of material lately.  Still nothing horribly eventful, but definitely enough to throw a wrench in my day.

I already knew I was going to be late for work approximately a half hour before I needed to be there.  I hadn’t even made it into the shower yet.  So, I hurry my tush into the shower, get out and get dressed.

After hurrying to put on my shoes and socks, I say my goodbyes to Tom and walk out the front door…  to realize my car has a flat tire.

Niiiiice.

So, I walk back inside and tell Tom I’ve not got time to mess with my flat tire, and I’m going to take the van.  I walk back outside, get in the van, go to turn it on and…. nothing.  The battery is dead.  Again.

Superb.

Paul moves my car slowly over to in front of the van to jump start it, which it does with no issue.  I check over everything in the van and see that I’m nearly out of gas.

Really?

After talking to Tom about moving limited monies from one bank account to another, I drive the van to the nearest gas station, turn off the van and proceed to put every penny I can spare into the gas guzzler.  I get back into the van, call Tom to discuss whether or not to come back to the house and get the bad tire.  I turn the key… and its dead, again, already.

Honestly?

I tell Tom I’ll call him back, get out of the van, get the jumper cables out of the back of the van, pop the hood and look pitifully at the man filling his tank next to me.  He nods understandingly and, after he’s done pumping his gas, jump starts the van.

Thank God.

Once the van is started, it is decided that I should come back to the house and get the stupid tire because I know the shop I use will have to order one in anyhow.  I get home, leave the van RUNNING, and ask Paul to take the tire off the car.

Okay.

Except that I have a gravel drive way.  The foot of snow has finally melted making everything in my neighborhood the largest mud pie on the face of the Earth.  The jack sinks a smidge into the muck, but we’re able to get the car raised up enough to finagle the tire off the car – which, mind you, had no desire to come off the car.  I can see my car ever so gracefully sliding backwards.  As if in slow motion, the car sliiiiiides off the jack, allowing my car to come to rest on the driveway with a low thud.

Seriously?

Thankfully the car slid slowly, and the muck under the car allowed a nice cushioning for the frame.  We (by we, of course, I mean Paul) jack back up the car a little bit and slowly release it onto a 4×4 scrap piece of wood.

After inspecting the tire, which I was hoping only need a plug, it was immediately decided that the tire was not fixable.  This was made obvious by the lack of tread on the inner side of the tire.

Of course.

Finally, I take the (still running) van to the tire shop my dad told me to use years and years ago.  I drop the tire off, knowing the new one won’t be in until noon tomorrow.  I stop by my mom’s to pick up a check (because she loves me) to pay for a new tire because I am super duper broke.  I leave the van running while I go inside.

(Thank goodness for my mother, is all I have to say!)

Finally, 2 hours after I started out my door, I head in to work.  Aaaah.  Strange that I’m thankful to be at work, yes?  But, I am.

Work = money.

Money = need.

And, although my day sucked, it could of been so much worse.  This I know for fact.

I could of been on the highway before I realized my tire was flat.  I could of not been able to find anyone willing to jump start the van.  The driveway could of been dry, causing a hard landing for my car – and Paul was no where close to my car when it slid off the jack.

So, strangely, I’m thankful.

But, at the same time, I’m super irked.

Make sense to you?

I need a new hobby.  One that keeps my attention.  I’ve got several hobbies hanging out around the house, but none that grab me and entertain me enough.

There are my knitting needles.  I only have the know how to make a scarf.  Which, I don’t mind doing.  Yet, eh, how many scarves can one person make before they’re just over it.  And, lets not forget that yarn cost money.  Out of yarn + no money = no knitting.

I have a sewing machine.  I’m not fluent in sewing, by any means.  I have some patterns that I’d love to figure out.  But, again, these projects require money.  Blah.  No fabric, no thread… money money.

I have my camera, which I love.  But, its winter time.  And, honestly, how many pictures can I take of my cats and dog before I go crazy?  I’m pretty sure I’m over the whole camera aspect of my life until the weather turns nicer.

What else… what else…

Reading.  I love to read.  I’ve gone through the books at my house.  I know I should head to the library, but I hardly ever think about getting there.  And then I’m paranoid about returning the stupid things on time… I need to just get over that aspect of it.

I know I have more ‘hobbies’, but I can’t really think of any more this moment.

Anyhow – I need a new hobby.  Something entrancing.  Something to be excited about.  Something to do…

What’s your hobby?

The ceiling fan in our bedroom broke not too long ago.

This was frustrating on several levels.  One being that the ceiling fan was fairly new.  Secondly, the fan is remote controlled.

Remote controls = easier life for Tom and Sheila.

With the remote, Tom can turn the fan on and off throughout the time he’s in bed and regulate his own temperature level.  Mucho easier than having to make Sheila get up several times through the night to adjust the fan levels.

Anyhow – at first we thought maybe just the battery in the remote had died.  So, I went to the grocery store to buy a battery.  But, of course its some crazy type of battery that not just any grocery store would carry… So, I have to stop by another store to find the flipping battery.  Go figure, when I get home and install the new battery, that doesn’t fix the fan.

No.  That would of been waaaay to easy.

So, we sit back and stare at the fan.  I google the fan to see if it has any known issues, with no real luck.  We contemplate the next step.

And we think, and we think… we don’t have the money to replace the fan.  We don’t have the funds to buy any replacement parts.  We don’t even know what to look at to see if it needs to be replaced.

Finally, Tom and I ask TNR to check out the fan and see if he notices any issues with it.  He looks it up and down, without taking it apart, and doesn’t see anything noticeably wrong with it.

He stares at it, and stares at it.  Tom stares.  I stare.

TNR walks over to the wall, and flips the light switch to the ‘on’ position.

Uhm.

Yeah.

Amazingly, the fan works now.  Someone had turned the switch off.  I don’t know who did it… since the fan is worked by remote, we never flip the switch anymore.

Go figure, huh?  We all felt incredibly stupid to the fact that none of us thought to check the switch sooner.

But, at least it was a cheap fix!

I’ve been thinking about trying to continue The Story for a while now.  But, I’ve been struggling with it quite a bit.

See, I’m at the point where things started happening too quickly to remember which came first.

(Which makes me ask, “Which came first, the chicken or the egg?”  Why, you ask?  I have no idea.)

I could stumble through.  Most people wouldn’t know the difference.

But I would know.  I would realize that something happened between ‘this moment’ and ‘that moment’.  And, that bothers me.

I don’t know why.

I sit and stare at the document opened up on my computer screen, and try to write down the words.  But, then I press the backspace until I’m back to where I started.

It kind of drives me crazy.

I realize I don’t have to put it all down in order immediately.  I could go back and edit it later, shoving the right pieces in the right spots.

But, I don’t.

Backspace, backspace, backspace.

I close out the document.

I consider working on it again another day…

And I don’t get any further.

I was going to tell you about the whole purchasing and slow process of building the prefabbed shed, but I went to update my blog first and it stalled out on me.

I was going to tell you about the shirts I’m making for Fowler Fest and how I envisioned them being much more spectacular than I’m able to mass produce, but I got side tracked playing Keno on Facebook.

I was going to tell you about the new tattoo I got on the back of my neck, and how hard it is to not to scratch the area since I can’t see it to visually remind myself that it is there, but I started watching Scrubs instead.

I was going to tell you about the new roommate (TNR) and how happy we all are that he’s here, but my diet coke was empty and I needed to go get another one.

I was going to tell you about the state of disaster that my house is in, but the mess on my desk is interfering with my thought process.

I was going to tell you about my lower back hurting and how I should really go see Elizabeth’s dad (a chiropractor), but the cats needed to be fed.

And, I was going to write a decent blog post, but I wrote this instead.

Y’all have noticed (if there is still anyone left around here) that I’ve been taking the short cut to posting here for a good couple months now. Instead, those of you that use feed readers have been constantly bombarded with a daily recap of my tweets for the day.

Well, I’ve erased those posts now.

I’ve finally figured out that:
1 – if you were interested in twitter, you’d already have a twitter account
2- if you have a twitter account, and are coming here to check my blog, you’re reading the same things twice
3- if you do have a twitter account and are still not following me, its not my fault anymore
4- if you don’t have a twitter account, you’re most likely not interested in a daily blog post which regurgitates my tweets for the day.

So, they’re all gone.

And, I’m going to make more of a conscious effort to post here at least once a week or so. Heck, maybe I’ll even find my bloggity footing again and get back here more regularly.

Currently I will have a weekly recap of my tweets. I don’t know if I’ll keep it or not. So, if ya catch it, good for you.

Uhm.

Is there anything else?

No?

Okay.

Check back for me later, alrightie?

so, if a plan is considered fool proof, but then someone makes it go awry… What do you call the person who screwed up the fool proof plan? Just curious.

Once, my fool proof plan landed me a parking ticket. Btw, this ticket would be my one and only ticket ever. Knock on wood of course.

I once lived in a studio apartment downtown in the town I was born and raised. During this time frame, I was also managing the local DQ. (yes, it is the same store I now only decorate cakes for… Thank goodness.)

Anyhow. Most of my true friends knows that I am definitely more of a night owl than an early riser.

Instead of parking in my studio apartment’s parking lot, I decided to utilize the street’s parking as my motivation to get out of bed and moving. The street only allows two hour parking from the hours of nine AM to … I don’t know, four PM.

So, by parking there overnight, I HAD to move my car no later than 11 AM, otherwise I’d get a ticket.

Well, as you already know, obviously I didn’t make it down to move my car before 11.

Fool proof? Obviously not.

And, to make matters more interesting, I was supposed to be at work at 9 AM, to unlock the store, let the employees in and get ready to open… by 11AM.

Yeah. Go figure, huh? A more than perfect way to start the day, obviously.