Tuesday, August 18, 2009

One, Two, Buckle my Shoe...

To continue my story from the last entry . . .

We get to my oldest sister's house aproximately 10.5 hours after leaving my house. Major suckiness. Especially after only a 2 hour nap and very little sleep in the car during my sister's leg of the drive. But, we all survived. Barely. ;)

I was eventually able to take a 3 hour nap, which was very nice, and much needed. Upon waking, my mom, sisters, my daughter and I had to go to the store to find some appropriate wedding shoes for me. I've mentioned previously that I have big feet. And having a kid only made them wider and harder to fit into cute shoes (ironically, that is reason #1,304 of Why I Hated Being Pregnant). Went to one store, no luck. 2nd store, no luck. 3rd store, no luck either. It's starting to look more and more like I'm going to have to either go barefoot or wear brown flip-flops to this shindig, and I'm starting to get downright cranky. Are shoe store employees forced to take classes in Large Foot Insensitivity Training? I mean, I can't count how many times people give me The Look when I tell them I'm looking for 11W in a silver dress shoe, with a moderate heel. How difficult can that be? (on second thought, after reading that, it does sound daunting. But please, you're an employee in a shoe shouldn't be THAT hard, right?). We had to go back home because my sister had to get her 2 boys to the school to sign up for varsity soccer, and we had to eat dinner anyway. So, we did that. Then my mom started calling shoe stores. Found a store that had suitable shoes, so my eldest sister and I hit the mall at 8:30pm to get them.

Jackpot! And they were the kind I wanted to begin with! Woot!

All is right with the world again. I have shoes.

Sunday, August 16, 2009

Red Puffy Eyebrows, One Silver Shoe, and a Barrel of Pretzels That Won't Open...

Sounds like a bad joke from the late show.
"The Answer is: Red puffy eyebrows, one silver shoe, and a barrel of pretzels that won't open. What's the question?"
"What are 3 things that Andi had in her posession at 4am Thursday morning?"

So, my cousin was getting married over the weekend. I found silver shoes that went perfectly with my blue dress, which is hard to do in and of itself since I have size 11 feet, lol. And besides, why is it that shoemakers feel the need to make size 11 shoes with 3 inch heels??? If my feet are that big, you can rest assured that I'm tall too. I already have a complex about my height. Let's not make me feel more self concious about towering over everybody else, shall we?

But I digress. Let's get the train back on the track. ;)

After much looking and praying, I finally found the shoes. Not the ones I wanted, exactly, but they were fine. I picked my sister up from the bus station on Tuesday, and that gave us all of Wednesday to get the car packed, shop for last minute things, get a mani/pedi, etc etc. While getting our mani/pedi's the guy doing my nails talked me into an eyebrow wax. Granted, I needed to do it, but I've never been waxed before. Only sugar and threading. Yeah, it hurt, but only temporarily. Little did I know my skin is SUPER sensitive . . . and I had an awful reaction to the wax. Both my eyebrows were swollen and red, and covered in little tiny bumpy pimply things. Sexay! I really thought they'd clear up quickly. Oh, how wrong I was.

After the torture session at the salon (the guy doing my toes also buffed off the cuticle on my big toe. Ow friggin OW! That hurt like hell!), my sister and I manage to get all the stuff we needed at the store, make snacks and pack a cooler. She decided that she wanted this barrel of pretzel rods for the 11 hour car ride, and I conceded. Pretzels are fine, as long as we have drinks to wash them down! In the car they went. Now, to finish packing my suitcase.

Except . . . one of my new silver shoes is missing. It was there earlier, because I tried them both on and showed my sister. We looked everywhere. And I mean everywhere. Under beds, in closets, in the hamper (she looked in there), dresser drawers, even in the dryer. It was like the damn thing up and walked away on it's own! By this time it's getting super late, and I'm really, really annoyed, and very tired. I was hoping that during my 2 hour nap that it would appear magically. Needless to say, it didn't. So, I grab the one shoe I had and pack the car. I figure, either it'll show up, or I'll have to get new ones (which we did, but that story warrants it's own blog).

We left around 2:30 am on Thursday. After driving for a while, my sister decides that she wanted some pretzels. NEITHER of us could open the barrel. It was crazy, the little pull zip tie thingy that seals it shut broke off, and we were completely unable to pry it open. She finally found a pair of tweezers in her purse and was able to somehow get it open. But it took a long time and about as much manpower that is usually reserved for demolition jobs or something of the sort. By this time, I'm dissolving in laughter, since this whole night has been a cluster, and literally all I can do is laugh! At least I didn't cry. I wanted to though, since my eyebrows hurt so badly!

Sunday, August 9, 2009

Head, meet Wall...

Today sucked. I mean really. I'm pretty ill-tempered at the moment, so I'm not sure what kind of blog we'll end up with. Should be interesting, at any rate!

I'm frantically trying to get my house cleaned and laundry done and everything tidy in order to drive the 12 hours to my sister's house on Wednesday night/Thursday morning. And work every day on top of it. Oh, and pack for both my daughter and myself. And probably my husband too, since he'll ask me where everything is anyway.

So, I get to work at 2, and promptly find out that BOTH of the people who were supposed to close with me called off. Thankfully, the lady working til 8 said she could stay til 10 to help me out, otherwise I'd have been up a proverbial creek with no paddle. Then, I realize that I've been PMS'ing, since I had a, shall we say, surprise visit from Aunt Flo. Awesome! After I take care of that, I get myself a candy bar and listen to a voicemail from my stepsister. She's riding along with me on our road trip, so I was planning on picking her up from the bus station on Tuesday afternoon. (A little backstory, picking her up at the bus station will involve me taking an extended "lunch", driving downtown to get her, take her back to my house, then go back to work and finish my shift. Good times.)
This voicemail she left me asked if I could meet her halfway between her aunt's house (where she is now) and my house. Wha-? Sooo . . . she wants me to work til 4, go get my 3 year old daughter, get on the road by 5 or so, drive 2 hours, pick her up, probably eat something, drive the 2 hours home and then call it a night. Umm, no. That's just not going to work for me. Thanks anyway. I'll stick with Plan A, thank you very much.

On top of all of that, I have to deal with the most miserly, cheap, mean, miserable customers on the face 0f the planet. Honestly! I've never seen anything like it before! They will haggle over a dime. Actually take the time and gas to drive back to the store to return something that was 19 cents. I just don't get it!! And the thing that infuriates me is when they blame it on the economy. Yeah, I get it. The economy sucks. But that does NOT give you permission to treat people like crap like that!! Makes me want to bash my head off the wall.

The one bright spot right now is my daughter and the portraits I got of her yesterday. She's just so stinking cute, I can't even stand it! I had the toughest time picking out the ones I wanted to buy. ::melts::