lately, I have felt like i am the victim of a sick practical joke....like someone far away is watching and laughing....or maybe...maybe my neighbors are watching and laughing. On monday, I left work feeling like a monday and on my way home my car broke down 11 TIMES. mind you, it was 115 heat index on monday and humid as a humidifier. Rediculous. Sometimes it would quit for 5 minutes, others it was more like 20....it just stopped in the middle of my driving, just shut down. the blazer was definetly showing signs of an early death. i was just praying it would putt out to the sitters and make it home without breaking down any more..wishful thinking? I believe so. I got out there...late of course and got vaughnie and on the way home it broke down 4 times. Once on dead mans curve..the worst spot EVER that it could have broken down...there i was half on the road half off crying and praying for dear life that we not be stranded there and die of the heat or lack of water or get hit by a car. Obviously i was tired and emotional because my sister could have been there in 5 minutes but dead mans curve is the one spot in adel that i dont get good phone service so i kept trying to call her and it was saying i was roaming and the call couldnt go through. So, we get home, ive been sweating and crying for 2 fricken hours by this point. I decide i am NOT turing on the oven in this heat so we'd grill. great idea. Vaughnie was playing and i walked two feet onto the back patio to put the fish on and SLAM, she shuts the door and locks me out...(she doesnt know how to lock or waht it is so this was an accident.) Keys, phone everything inside. The front door was locked because thats the first thing i do when i enter the house is lock the door. I was pleading with her to open the door and she started to panic, crying "I hold you mama, I sooweey" It was breaking my heart so Im crying and sweating to death and hoping my fish doesnt catch fire becuase lord knows all i need is a fire to liven things up. I am praying she doesnt go away from the door where I cannot see her. I had her go get her blanket from the chair and bring it to the door to comfort her and distract her and I finally ran next door, no bra, tank top and pajama pants looking as white trash as they come after having been sweating the last 3 hours by this point and begged to use their phone. tHey all come over like we're a freak show then vaughn gets even more scared! she's screaming "who dat mama?" at the top of her lungs and i am pleading still for her to open the door. My landlord wouldnt answer the phone and so my neighbor ran down to his house (thank God he knew my landlord and hwere he lived). Pretty soon my dad came and then the landlord....after being locked out for probably a half hour. I didnt want fish by that point...in fact, i wanted to lock us in my room and never come out.
I figured....okay,...horrible day, the rest of the week is gonna feel liike a breeze. WRONG. Trust me, you dont wanna be me this week. So I am driving my moms car (no 4 wheel drive) since my took its last breath and am at work on Tuesday, talking up about how much I hoped it stormed...i meant at night, when i was home...but NOOOO God thought he'd be hillarious again and make me look foolish. SO, on the way home I was stoping and taking pictures of the amazign clouds and thinking.."this is gonna be awesome." about the time i hit adel it started. Nope, not talking rain and wind I am talking mini Katrina. Think Jumangi if you will. by the time i got to josies i was convinced the worst was over. Nope. Got in the car to go home and I could feel us sinking in the dirt road....i at one point got out in my fliip flops, hail pelting my head and rain soaking mean and dug a tire out of the mud...thats how fast we were sinking. got onto pavement and couldnt even see the front of the car. i thought for sure we were in the middle of a tornado, small trees flying across the road...i tried pulling into a driveway but couldnt see the driveway and felt the tires sinking as soon as we left pavement....so 4 miles per hours i scooted along down the highway praying to God someone didnt come along and rearend me or come head on into my lane....and then we get to dead mans fricken curve again and BAM down comes a tree inches from my car. Two girls in their tiny bikinis (and too big to be wearing them) come out and try to drag the tree across the road. They succeeded, which was great. and then we head down the raod and start FLOATING because the roads were so flooded. I have never wanted my blazer so badly in all my life. I would have killed for 4 wheel drive at this point....I call my mom crying because i can swear we're gonna be swept away from chance court and into the nile. we finally get home and inside and much to my suprise the back tree is down. AGAIN. A HUGE tree looks as if it was struck by lightening and smashed in the back of hte neighbors house ...again. Mind you this just happened like a week ago and htey just got it all fixed. poor them. Secretly i laughded hoping it means they will paint the orange house or put new siding. But felt horrible because they have a baby and they were the ones who rescued me when vaughn was prisoned in our house. Needless to say, this week has been REDICULOUS.
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