What...... a...... week!

sigh

It's Thursday night.

When you read this it will be FRIDAY the 13th.

I'm not superstitious or anything. But I have had THE WORST WEEK EVER. So it kind of makes you wonder, and worry.

ok, technically, it's not THE WORST WEEK EVER. I realize that. It just wasn't a great week in my little world.

It all started Sunday. Elli and her buddy were making me crazy. They weren't doing anything weird or unusual. I was just having one of those days where everything they did was the equivalent of scratching your nails on a chalk board.

They finally went outside for a bit, so I went in the kitchen to unload the dishwasher. Somehow I knocked my taped-together iPhone into my coffee cup.  A little 'plop' of coffee dropped in the silverware drawer from out of nowhere.

what the heck? where did that come from?

I wiped the coffee off the clean silverware. And that's when I saw my phone sinking like the Titanic in the coffee cup.

are you kidding me?

so sad

moment of silence for the drowned iphone

{insert silence here}

Later that night I woke up with the most horrible feeling that something bad was going to happen. I had this overwhelming feeling of dread. I wanted to go back to sleep but I couldn't shut my brain down.  

Monday was uneventful. I was so relieved.

Then it was Tuesday. Elli and I left to go to school. We were 1 minute from home when we were hit by another car. 

BAM

The kid that hit us was not too happy about the situation. He started dropping F-Bombs and blaming me which scared Elli and made her cry. Luckily no one was hurt. But the car was not driveable. The steering wheel was spinning round and round. I don't know a lot about cars, but I know it's not supposed to do that. 

jeeeeeeeez

Elli got to ride in the tow truck. She was pretty stoked about that.

Then later that day I was interviewed by Marin IJ for a feature on my blog. Coolio! We set up a photo shoot for Thursday. At my house. In my kitchen. MAJOR STRESS about that. In a flash of panic I thought about all the things I wanted to do in my kitchen but couldn't possibly accomplish in one day.

So the new plan was to scrub it from top-to-bottom on Wednesday night after I went to the grocery store. Sounds like fun, right?

We got our new phones on Wednesday. BIG YAY.

Then we got an email from Don's sister. Her husband Mike, who went through treatment for Leukemia last year, and was in remission, had some new blood tests come back that were not good. It looked like the Leukemia was back. 

major sad face

we thought Mike had beat this nasty cancer

boo hoo hoo

On Thursday morning my iphone wasn't working. The SIM card didn't work. I wasn't even upset. It was par for the course for the week I was having. I would deal with it after my photo shoot.

The photographer that came over was great. He did the whole shoot in my kitchen. I made a super yummy spinach dip and talked non-stop. I even did a little wine tasting with him. He had no idea what hit him.

I went straight to the AT&T store after he left for the new SIM card.

all is good now  

it's better anyway

I'm hopeful that tomorrow will be a great day.

Lucky 13.

i'm ready for you

you don't know who you're messing with

Orange buggy no punch backs!

"Orange buggy no punch backs!" I say, to Elli.

"Where's the buggy mom? I don't see it," says Elli.

"What do you mean you don't see it. It's right there," I reply.

"Where?" she says.

"There!!!" I reply.

"I don't see it," she says.

"Uh, it's right there. Do you need your eyes checked?" I kindly say.

"That's not a buggy," she says.

"Yes, it is. It's the original VW buggy," I say.

"Oh. Are you sure?" says Elli.

"YES!!!!!" I say, now more than slightly annoyed by this ridiculous conversation.

"It doesn't look like a buggy," she says.

"What are you talking about? Of course it's a buggy. It's the original buggy," I say.

"Ok. Then we have to call it the original. So if you see an original you have to say 'orange original buggy no punch backs." ok. sighhhhhhhhhh

Sheesh.  They look so similar to me. How could she not notice???

So here they are, side-by-side.  I guess they are kind of different. We (adults) have seen them evolve so they look more similar to me - than they obviously do to Elli.

Old Herbie vs. New Herbie

The whole car conversation brought up the topic of "Things we didn't have when I was little." which Elli is fascinated with.

"Did you have Spongebob?" No. Neither did you!
"iCarly" No. ditto.
"Survivor" No.

"Oh yeah, you only had 3 channels on your tv and no microwave or computer." She says, with a puzzled look on her face, thinking about how HORRIBLE her life would be if this were true today.

I wonder what invention she'll use as an adult - that she doesn't have now. I honestly can't think of anything - other than flying vehicles like the Jetson's. Or being able to teleport one self by just thinking about where you want to go.  Like right now. I wish I were at home. Blink. It didn't work. 

Bentley's, Mercedes and Pipes. Oh my.

Today is going to be one of those days. I can just feel it. It's already been a little strange. Most of it has nothing to do with me. But I can feel it in my gut. Something is in the air.

This morning I saw a lovely gentleman, driving a Bentley, drop off his daughter at school. I can just imagine the conversation this morning.

"Good morning, Sissy."

"Good morning, father."

"Should we take the Bentley this morning? he says.

"That sounds lovely father, should we call someone to bring it out front for us?"

"Of course dear, now gather your things. It's time to go to school."

Ok. Ok. I know what you're thinking. She's lost it. And maybe I have. Because these are the conversations that go on in my head. Really they do. And now I've written it down and shared it with you. This is definitely cause for concern.

So after this conversation ended. (The one inside my head.) Another one started.

I'm still in the car on my way to work. I am now on Marina Blvd., near the San Francisco marina, when I see a big honkin' silver Mercedes next to me. In the back seat is a dapper looking older gentleman. Expensive suit, silver hair, starched white shirt. He's talking to the person driving. The person driving is a middle-aged hispanic woman sitting so close to the steering wheel that it seems to be attached to her. She's actively talking to the man in the back seat. He is all relaxed in back, in the corner, legs crossed, arm up on the side, like he's sitting on a couch.

WHO is SHE? And WHO is HE? Mr., I-don't-have-to-wear-a-seat-belt-and-please-drive-me-somewhere-very-important-this-morning. If only I were a fly!

When we lived in New York and Connecticut you would see people getting limo'd around all the time. The standard limo vehicle is a black town car. The driver always wore a black suit, starched shirt and tie. You just don't see that kind of thing around here. It's a New York thing I guess.

It's confirmed. I've lost it. I think it's my new office. See the picture - and the pipes. I sit right in front of them in my new office. No. I'm not in the basement. My office is actually pretty cool. I just happen to have the Sprinkler SHUT OFF VALVE inches behind my head. No biggie.

All right. That's enough. I need to get to working.

Ta ta!!