Today -- right in front of me -- one of my co-workers ate a bag of Peanut M&Ms...OKAY--back-up the fun bus. Do you ever have one of THOSE days when you just want to go back to bed and crawl under the covers and try again? Today was like that for me. It all started when I went to leave for work early and thought that I had locked my keys in the rental car. (I've named her Jezebel.)
In a flash, the contents of my purse got emptied onto the kitchen counter...I pulled stuff out of my gym bag...my lunch bag was searched through. Like a crazy woman, I tore stuff apart. No keys!
"In with the good air and out with the bad" is what I told myself. After determining the keys were probably in my coat pocket which I had left in Jezebel because a lack of 2 addition arms -- I called AAA. I mean REALLY--that's what I have the membership for, right? Keys locked in cars? Having the vehicle towed? Run out of gas? Been there -- done all three!!!
Called AAA at 7:35.
At 7:57, I discovered the keys in the pocket of my brown zip-up sweater because HELLO---IT WAS A HEATWAVE YESTERDAY: 33 degrees. So I ran out of the cottage carrying said lunch pail, said purse, and said gym bag.
At 7:58 - cancelled tow truck (and BONUS---AAA is not going to count this call against me -- Happy dance!)
Arrived at work at 8:12. Now here's where the tale gets quite ironic. Just last night (January 14, 2010 at approximately 6:30), I had said to Rhonda, "I don't speed. I don't want a ticket. I cannot afford more expensive insurance." ...at 8:12 while slamming my card through the time clock, I realized that I just ate crow.
My normal morning has me arriving at work at 7:54 and enjoying a few moments at my leisure [do you ever hear people pronounce this word, "LEZZ-ZURE"? Why? Why do they say it that way?] before tackling the daily grind. Today--as I rushed to get into the building--my heart was pounding. I felt pressured. I hate that feeling. I don't misplace my keys. I have all of my stuff laid out the night before...so what in the world is up? I believe it's 2-fold...and brought on by ME, MYSELF, AND I...you know, the dish-washing obsessive Cottage Chick. [See previously posted items.]
-1- I will be moving. Those of you who are faithful blog-stalkers {I love that about YOU, by the way!} The property has sold and I believe that it might be time for a change...
-2- Baxter's report card was not accurate. It's like the child that the teacher writes "Great enthusiasm!" What she/he really means, "Your child is a basket-case and jumps around! Give the kid DECAF!" Well, Baxter's report from Carfax was not at all accurate...and only after the incident last month and further investigation was this discovered. Now I must decide if this is something I can live with. The sad answer is -- I don't think so. You see, I've been in a bad car relationship. Ruby violated my vehicular trust and now I struggle with this. Ultimately I, Angela Good, am aware that God is in control and He knows what will happen down the road. (Literally as well as figuratively :)) However God has also given me a brain to use and so I am praying about this and which direction to take.
So about the Peanut M&M's...If I would've found some stray quarters in the bottom of my purse, I think I would've purchased a bag today. However God graciously protected me from the sugar and supplied me with raw almonds and some untainted dried cranberries that were just waiting to be ingested by yours truly!
Now the old Angie said, "Go for the M&M's!" However I really did NOT want the chocolate...WOW---I don't know if I ever have said that before! Sure chocolate is good, but honestly -- the amount that I would have to workout to burn those unnecessary calories...plus my life has been full of un-necessary, uncontrollable circumstances ALL week long--chocolate would've just put me over the ege. Instead of eating the chocolate, I spent all 15 minutes of my break sending a very therapeutic email to someone who listens and I think deep-down misses me. :)
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