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Chock Full O' Crapola - 31 July 2003 . 15:17
Thanks to squirrelx for posting this quiz on her entry. I've been busy gettin' my house whipped into shape for my houseguest, Heather. Though I've managed to accomplish quite a bit of the goals I set, I have begun to fall behind the 8 ball as it were. She will be arriving Monday the 4th and I still have quite a few things to do before she gets here. Slacking off most of yesterday is something I'm kickin' myself for today! I managed to get out of bed at a decent hour this morning (surprising since I didn't crawl into bed until about 4 a.m.!) and started my day with a burst of energy. I made a mental checklist of items I needed to purchase and things I wished to accomplish today and headed out the door. My last stop this morning was Lowe's where I bought new wall plates for the bathroom and guest room as well as some new chandelier cups for the lighting fixture in the dining room. For some reason it was hellafied busy and I ended up standing in line for nearly 10 minutes. Finally I get out of the store and I'm walking to my car when I see this guy checking out the front of my car. I'm thinking, 'Okay, either I'm about to get carjacked or he's dinged my car.' I get to the car and this other guy decends out of this white work van (you know, the kind with all the ladders and cones and shit hanging off the sides?) and approaches me. He hands me a piece of my car and tells me how sorry he is for busting my headlight. Now, I purposely park in the empty, far out spaces so I don't have to deal with this kind of thing. Not that my car is the shit, far from it actually, but I just don't want the headache of finding someone's opened their door forcefully and left me a big dent or having someone attempting to park and ending up hitting my car. Anyhow, this guy was sincerely sorry and, hot as it was outside, he sat in his van the entire time waiting for me to come out because he didn't have anything to write his name and number on. I felt a wave of pleasantness and truly I was so very appreciative that he actually took responsibility for what he had done instead of driving away. He offered to buy me a new headlight for the car, which is a minor purchase, but I told him everything was cool and then I thanked him for waiting around to tell me and assured him this was no big deal. Then he thanked me and went on his way. Normally this type of situation would unleash my inner bitch but, for some reason, I wasn't even upset. I guess he caught me on a good day. So I get back to the house and drag my new purchases upstairs and begin installing the new miniblinds in the guestrooom. Guess what? It's difficult to screw something into good, solid wood. No problem, I thought. I headed back downstairs to the garage and got the power screwdriver. Back up the stairs and into the guestroom, back on the step ladder and then...nothing. Battery is dead. Back downstairs to get the battery charger and back upstairs to plug it in. While I'm waiting for the battery to charge I decided to hang the robe hook in the closet. Didn't have the right screwdriver so, you guessed it, I traipsed back down the stairs to the garage once more to get the right screwdriver then back up the stairs to finish hanging the damned hook. I swear to you I have been up and down these stairs more this afternoon than I have been in the past two weeks. When I got home from Lowe's it was hotter than Hades so I left my car windows down to avoid that steamy car deal. As I began updating I heard something reminiscent of thunder (I live close to Ft. Bragg so what I sometimes think is thunder is actually no more than war games or planes passing by). I didn't pay it any attention until I happened to glance out the window and see rain. And, of course, it's not the light mist of rain we usually get when a storm begins. Noooooo. This is the serious rain; the stuff that comes down in sheets. Now the inside of my car is SOAKED (and, yes, I have cloth seats so I'll have a wet ass on the way to work this afternoon! YIPPEE!) Just another example of my day. And after all this I just had a revelation....I forgot one damned item on my mental list. Guess the ol' noodle isn't what it used to be. D'oh...
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