It’s time to post.
Well, I wanted to wait until inspiration struck and I poured forth a powerful creative work out of the creativity in my creative brain, but I can’t even think of a synonym for creative, so there goes that idea.
Sometimes you can’t wait for inspiration to strike in order to blog. That’s what’s so great about hosting your own blog (or having your brother host it) — you don’t have to rely on ratings or anybody even reading your junk in order to have a voice on the web.
I went on vacation last week. The first four days were pure bliss. I went up to the mountains with my husband, got rained on all day, fished for 3 or 4 hours and caught a variety of grass, leaves, and entire trees, and got cramps from sleeping on a 2-inch thick mattress in our pop-up camper. It was awesome.
There’s something about the mountains that helps me re-center. I was at peace, and so was my husband. That is a rare thing. We caught up on our relationship, reconnected, did all that mushy stuff, and just enjoyed our time together.
The first thing I did when I got back into town was lose my keys in Wal-Mart. And not just any Wal-Mart. A renovation-in-progress Wal-Mart. The employees didn’t even know where they were! How the heck was I supposed to find my keys in that kinda Wal-Mart?!?
After an hour of trekking up and down every aisle in the store, I got a brilliant IDEA (don’t ever get one of those, by the way) to stick one of those plastic coat hangers down the crack in the window and jimmy the lock. Yeah. Don’t ever do that either. I forgot the first rule of car security: what is locked from the outside must be unlocked from the outside.
So I turned into THAT PERSON. The one whose alarm has drawn many blatant stares of disapproval and several helpful suggestions to put my key in the ignition to turn the alarm off. Thanks. I’ll go ahead and do that just as SOON AS I FIND MY KEYS.
Finally, inspiration struck and I yanked the battery cord apart. No battery, no horn! Then I called my dear friend Dora (thank you thank you thank you) and she brought me home. Eight hours and five spare keys later, I returned to my car only to find that I broke the second rule of car security: what is locked with the automatic remote must be unlocked with the automatic remote. Sticking the spare key in the door just made it madder. Not only did it remember the plastic coat hanger, now it’s yelling LOUDER because I tried to open it the old fashioned way! And now the car wouldn’t even start!
I thought for sure I would have to fork out like $200 or more for a new remote. Car dealers hose you on those things. All seemed to be lost. My husband thought it would be a good idea for me to try one more time at the Wal-Mart “customer service” desk (and I use the term loosely) to see if someone had turned in my keys. Well, I was shocked and humbled to find that someone had actually turned them in!
If someone had really been trying to steal my car, I bet the stupid anti-theft system wouldn’t even work.
At least I’m not alone in this. Two days ago my loving husband called me from the Food Lion parking lot because he broke rule #1 too.
I love vacation 