Just One of Those Days...

I'm sure you all have those kinds of days where early on you start to wonder if it isn't going to be just a typical, normal day? I'm not necessarily referring to it being a BAD day, just a day that isn't quite normal. Yeah, I felt like that this morning.

This morning my elderly neighbor from across the street was knocking on my door at around 9:00am. I hadn't ever officially met her. We have always pleasantly waved to each other as we come and go from our cul-de-sac, but we've never formally introduced ourselves.  Well, "grandma" had her knickers in a knot this morning! I opened the door and she starts by telling me her name. I tell her my name and stick out my hand to shake hers in a "it's nice to meet you" sort of way. "Grandma" had other priorities. She asks if it's my truck that is parked in front of her house. Nope, not my truck. And then she starts in about the Russians that live across the way from her and how they always park in front of her house and it's almost put her in the hospital 3 times! (Maybe the stress of it? Not sure how it's life threatening...but ok.) She tells me if there are any other cars that get parked in front of her house she is going to call the police. What if she needs an ambulance? Where will they park to come and get her or her husband if someone's car/truck is parked in front of her house??? Not to mention that the cars keep leaking oil all over the asphalt in front of her house. 

Now, I do admit that when Marissa moved in last week we parked the rented moving truck in front of her house. (Only because of how our house is located in the cul-del-sac, we don't have enough curb space to park the truck in front of our own house.) Well, apparently this put us on "grandma's" naughty list. She must have been stalking us. I did apologize for any inconvenience we may have caused her and promised we would do our best not to park there again.

Anyway, so that's how my morning started out. 
The rest of the morning and early afternoon were fairly normal. I taught elementary and high school choir without any major mishaps.

Then came the volleyball game. I coach the Jr. High girls volleyball team and today they had an away game. We had to drive the van without air conditioning to the game today. It wasn't too bad though because it was pretty nice outside. We rolled down the windows and propped open the back windows and it was fine. And then a bug flew into the van and up my nose. GROSS, GROSS, GROSS. Man does that hurt. And man is it GROSS. Took me a while to recover from that one.

Then we got lost. Yes, I know. Hard to believe that someone with my exceptional sense of direction got lost, but it happened. Thankfully, Annie, my assistant coach, has an iphone. Good thing too, otherwise we might still be driving around. :)

We get to the gym (finally), play and win our game. Hooray for us! Then we get back into the van to go home. We get about 10 minutes away from the school and realize that we have left our volleyballs back at the gym. NOT OK. So...we turn around and go back for the balls. (I was slightly irritated, but it wasn't that big of a deal. If that's the worst thing that happens to us we will be just fine.)

We start our trip back home for the second time after retrieving the forgotten volleyballs. We are more than halfway there when a guy pulls up next to us at a stop sign. He had his windows rolled down (and we did too because of the a/c...or lack thereof.) The man informs us we have a mug on the back of our bumper. Wait...a mug??
Annie said she remembered seeing a cup on the back of the van's bumper at church yesterday morning, but didn't think it could possibly be the same one. I mean after all, we had gotten lost and gone back to the gym to get the forgotten volleyballs which all required a lot of U-turns in rather bumpy terrain. (I promise I was not off-roading.) How could the mug possibly still be there? But it was. A lovely St. Luke's Hospital jug. (I swear those things could hold a gallon of water.) Unbelievable. Annie and I spent quite a while laughing about this. 

Anyway, I got home from this busy day around 6:00pm and couldn't decide what to eat. In the hectic-ness of today I forgot to pack myself a lunch and so I had to snack on a few crackers I had in my purse. (Wow, that made me sound homeless.) Regardless, I was SUPER hungry. I ate some leftover lasagna. It was good, but it wasn't quite what I wanted. So then I started trying to pin point exactly what is was that I wanted. (You know the feeling, right? Where there is something really specific you want, you just can't put your finger on it?) Well, I convinced myself that I really wanted a chocolate cookie dough blizzard from Dairy Queen. I had Tyler all convinced to go with me to get one. Then as we are just about to walk out the door, I realize---NO! I don't want ice cream! I want Kentucky Fried Chicken's mashed potatoes!! Rarely am I able to figure out EXACTLY what I want and this time...I DID!!! I was beside myself with excitement! So, my sweet husband took me out at 8:45pm to get KFC mashed potatoes. Oh, man! Did they hit the spot or what! 

Like a said, kind of an unusual day. A day with lots of laughs at people's craziness, forgetfulness, and quirkiness. Yup, I consider that a good day. :)