TGIF

So, I went to the bank today to drop off a GS deposit and it took me 25 minutes to get through the drive-thru with only one car in front of me! You know, when you have multiple deposits wouldn’t it be smarter to go INTO the bank instead of placing one into the tube, waiting for it to come back, place the 2nd in the tube, wait for it to come back, place the THIRD in the tube, wait for it to come back and FINALLY PLACE THE FOURTH ONE IN THE FREAKING TUBE???? For some ungodly reason, the person behind me had no where to go so she never moved to another lane, so while the other three lanes moved cars along in a nice orderly quick fashion, I’m stuck behind a stupid bitch who doesn’t understand drive-thru’s are supposed to be FAST! At first when I noticed the 1st time she switched out her container I thought maybe she forgot a signature or something. My jaw hit the steering wheel when it happened the 2nd time and then by the 3rd time (her fourth deposit) came around my jaw was on the floor and my toes were just a tappin’ I wanted to get out of the car and scream at her. She’s probably one of those  idiots that run through the drive thru with 5 different food orders. GRRRR!! I was pissed! Laser beam…. EVAPORATE!!!

Becca’s History Fair project is finally safe and sound at school. After running over to 103rd yesterday to pick up her “rotating stand” we realized it really wasn’t what we were looking for. Picture the size of a pie pan holding up something the size of an 18 wheelers tire – NOT gonna happen. So after a minor temper tantrum of tossing things, scattering papers and stomping her feet, Becca calmed down and agreed my idea would be a good way to “save face” and keep the rotation – though not electronically. We ran the project upstairs to her History class (bad knee and all) and at first I thought Becca had a good chance of making it to the finals but Becca came home today with the sad face. Apparently she did a great job BUT… there were a handful more that took it just a little bit further. Oh well, we’ll find out next week what her grade is and whether she made it to finals. Right now, after the headache this project gave us… I just want a passing grade.

Since the pain and embarrassment has subsided, I guess I can give a quick detail of my wonderful Thursday morning mishap. It’s 23 degrees outside at 6:45 in the morning. With my purse in my hand I walk out the front door and turn to shut it. I sigh loudly because again I see I forgot to make sure the sprinkler system was off due to the upcoming freeze – I’m an idiot. Becca turns to me and says, ‘Be careful of the ice mom.” No sooner does the word ice come out of her mouth when I lose my balance and fall on my knee/shin. Why can’t I be smart to spin myself to land on my ass? Can’t I have the smarts to do that? So all of my weight falls on my right knee with my left hand slamming my purse onto the ground, my right hand into the mulch. Oh the agony, oh god, I haven’t felt pain like that in years. I immediately wonder how the hell I’m going to get up and if I’m able to get Becca to school or if she’s going to have to call an ambulance – I KNOW I’ve busted my kneecap. I slowly stand up and limp to the car, can’t bend my knee but gotta get Becca to catch her bus. I’ve scraped it pretty good, I can feel it through my jeans. I’m just glad I actually had my new jeans on(1 size smaller by the way WOO HOO)  instead of my stupid capri’s! I take Becca to her bus, drive home and hobble up the stairs to check out the damage. Little scrape, little blood and the slight swelling on my knee.  Luckily I had an Icy/Hot in the house so I immediately elevated the leg and put on my patch. OH GOD IT HURT! I DON’T want to go to the doctors!!

Couple hours later I could walk and by that time Becca was home, saw I was ok and immediately began with the sarcasm and jokes. So not only was I injured and embarrassed but I ended up with an entire evening of Becca asking if I’d like “ice” with that or ” fall much?” She’s such a wonderful child. She did admit that while I was lying on the cold frozen concrete, in pain and cursing,  she had this crazy urge to laugh but thought better of it. I told her it was a good thing she didn’t laugh, I would have beat her senseless AFTER I was able to stand up. That Morgan humor is so going to get her in trouble one of these days.

Landing on my purse…well luckily my Ipod didn’t have any damage but the fall did cause my cell phone display to become discolored.  SO NOT MY DAY!

The swelling is still there this morning, I can walk (with limp) down the stairs but I can see I’m going to have one heck of a bruise soon – it’s starting to color quite nicely. GRRRR!