Wednesday!  Wednesday!  Wednesday!  That was the day Vanessa finally got her driver’s license.  She’s been counting down for three months.  I can’t make up my mind if I’m counting down the time because I’m excited I don’t have to make arrangements to have them chauffeured around or if I’m dreading having her drive.

We woke up Wednesday morning and rushed to get my niece dropped off at her friend’s, Ethan dropped off at school, Vanessa’s VOE form picked up from school, and Vanessa to the DMV and me at work by 10:30AM.  We made it to the DMV right when they opened.  No line, thank goodness.  As the lady is going through all the forms, she says, “Where’s her Social Security card?”  ARGGG!!!  We went home and back again.

After getting her license, I dropped her off at the house to pick up her car.  I made sure she had $15 - $10 for gas and $5 for a parking pass at school.  About ten minutes later, I get a frantic call, “MOM!  I can’t get the gas tank open!!!”

I was already late and knew I didn’t have time to go back to help her…and then it hit me.  “The actual gas cap or the door to it?”

“The door mom!  There’s no lock on it like yours!  I can’t get it to open!!!”

“Vanessa, my dear blonde child.  Look beside the driver’s seat and pull the button with the gas pump picture on it.”

“I feel so stupid now.”

I made it to work fifteen minutes late.  On my lunch break, I called Vanessa to see how school went and to remind her to pick up her brother.  She said, “Okay, but I’m probably going to be late.  I’m waiting until the parking lot clears out.”

Later that day, I let her go to her boyfriend’s house.  On her way home, she called, “The car’s making a funny noise mom.”  A few minutes later, I get a panic call, “MOM!  All the lights are on and my car won’t go!!  COME GET ME!”

I called my brother-in-law and we went to get her.  She called about ten times saying, “Someone’s going to hit me.  It’s dark!  I’ve got my lights on, but I’m in the middle of the road!”  She was at a stop sign and her hazard lights were on.  She was fine.  Her car though, no idea.  Six months, it runs fine.  The day she gets her license, it breaks down.

She was very upset and when we got to the house she said, “The one thing I kept thinking was, I’ve got my shoes on!”  It took me a minute and then I started to laugh.  The kids are always trying to go barefoot during the summer and I always make them wear shoes if we go anywhere - even if it’s just to my mom’s house.  They complain and I always say, “What if the car breaks down and we have to walk?  Wear your shoes!” It’s so nice to know she actually listens…lol

My net was down for about a week.  It was driving me insane!  I called and they told me I hadn’t made my payment.  *blush*  I mailed it in.  They said they’d mail me a direct pay thingy so it wouldn’t happen again.  After a few days, I called and they said “That’s not why it’s down.  You’d have to be really far behind for that.  Something’s wrong…”  Well, duh.  After proving to the guy that it wasn’t anything on my end, he said he’d get me fixed and he did!  Whew…that was a rough week.

Oh my word! We’re so going to get this! What (pre)teen boy doesn’t want to have a light saber duel????

As I’m sure you all know by now that, I LOVE LOVE LOVE this show!!! I want a geek!

I’m a little afraid of this season jumping the shark because they are adding a female geek and a male beauty. In the past, the “social experiment” has worked because the beauties were locked in a house with all geeky guys. They had no choice but to get over the physical/social awkwardness of the geeks and get to know them. The possibility of these girls getting derailed by a good looking guy is very high IMO. Maybe the girls will be turned off by the fact that he’s as big an air head as many of them are, but I’m just not so sure.

The geek girl may be smart and dress all wrong, but she’s pretty. That’s probably a good thing so that she doesn’t get completely bashed by the beauties. (Girls can be mean. I’m sure we all know this.) I’m wondering though if any of the men will be attracted to her more than they are attracted to the beauties…and how the beauties will take that.

One really great thing this season is they showed the casting. Oh my word…lol I think I could have watched two hours of that! I was laughing so hard. This one guy was talking about his computer knowledge and started naming off PHP, Ajax, etc. I said, “That’s not geeky. I know what those are! Anyone that has a web site does.”

Vanessa said, “Moooooooom! That IS geeky!” while rolling her eyes. Of course she also rolled her eyes every time a commercial came on and I would squeal, “I love this show!!!” while clapping or jumping up and down.

Okay, maybe I am a geek, but I recommend watching this show. You’ll not only giggle while watching, but you’ll find yourself rooting for the geeks and rating your own geekiness. I so want a geek!

As some of you know, during my evaluation yesterday my boss said I have a great personality.  It made me smile.  Not from the compliment, but because all I could think about asking him was, “Does that mean you think I’m ugly?!?”

Here’s a Craigslist Entry I found amusing. Punctuation is important, people!

Garage Sale left overs. Please take all. Dishes, clothes, kids and adults, toys toiletries, and much more!!

How bad are those kids and adults if they couldn’t give them away at a garage sale???

Here’s another one:

I HAVE A WHOLE TRASH BAG FULL OF MENS SIZE MEDIUM UNDERWARE AND DRESS SOCKS AND WHITE SOCKS. I HAVE NO USE FOR THEM. FIRST ONE TO RESPOND GETS THEM. IT WILL BE A PORCH PICK UP.

 

Underware? Is this made by Tupperware?

I’m sure I’m not the only person that does this, but when my birthday rolls around, I start to reevaluate my life.  What’s always been the biggest issue for me is the whole significant other thing.  Oddly enough, when my birthday rolled around this year, I know four couples having serious relationship issues.  The one thought I keep  having as I give out my unqualified advice is, “I’m so glad it’s not me.”

I am living a fairy tale life…just with a small twist.  I’m not a rich princess.  I have no prince charming.  I spend nights in front of the computer or TV rather than dancing at balls.  Despite that, I have wonderful children, a job I enjoy, and good friends.

I wouldn’t trade what I’ve got for any rich Prince’s balls.

No, that’s not how many times a week I hear, “I’m here to pick up my subscription.” It’s not how many cats I have although it seems to be getting closer to that number all the time. It’s not how many houseboys I’ve got.

It’s how old I am today.