Heavy Heart

I actually had a really fun post planned for today. However, after yesterday's events I just didn't feel right talking about my fun vacation.

My Auntie lives right outside of Moore. To get to Norman you go OK City, Moore, then Norman. I've been through Moore many many times. I'm glad that she doesn't live there today. I was so scared for her. Yesterday there was a small tornado in Norman, luckily it was on the other side of town

As somebody who lives 15 minutes away from Joplin, I know first hand how scary these storms are. I know what it's like to know somebody who was a survivor of that tornado. And I know how hard it is for these people to start over. They've lost so much. Home, clothing, yes possessions are just possessions and you can always get more but what about those possessions that are special and can't be replaced. Pictures. That's my biggest fear during these storms. I only have a select few baby pictures of Teagan because some asshole stole my memory card. And I grab those photo albums every time the sirens go off. And that's often.

Anyway, this isn't about me. This is about survivors. This is for the strong people of Moore who will rebuild and who will become closer to each other. They will be a community again. I'm asking you to help if you can. Remember yesterday's post about those that helped my aunt? This is how I plan on passing it forward. I will do whatever I can.

I pray for those families who have lost their poor babies. I pray for those who have lost friends and family. I can't imagine what it's like. I honestly don't want to know. And right now, what I'm really praying for is that my auntie's best friend who lives in Moore gets in contact to tell her she's ok. That's what I really want. And I literally jut got the text that my aunt has heard from her!

This is all I've got today. Please keep Oklahoma in your thoughts.

And because who doesn't love 21 Jump Street and this is true

Karma Gods Must Hate Me

Man what a weekend. I'm so glad it's over. Yeah, it was so bad that I'm going to be happy that the damn thing is over.

All weekend long I worked. Par for the course. Not a big deal.

Saturday was rough. We had an 8 am meeting on top of a double. And all I got was a measly 30 minute lunch break. At the meeting we got free wine though. And we tasted the new stuff we're coming out with. After the meeting it was straight to work. No time for sleep.

It was a rainy Saturday. After a beautiful 60 degree Friday. 30 degree rainy Saturday. Ick. The rain started on my break at 230. I ran to Mickey D's for some shicken nuggets. (that's how the little says it.) Ate and went back to work. When I got back I decided that I didn't want to park super far away from the doors even though that's where employees are supposed to park. I wear a white shirt and didn't want to be the only participant in the wet t-shirt contest. So I parked close to the door. Anyway...it rains, no biggie. Then that shit turned to ice. Ughhh. And we were dead. The longest our waiting list got was 7 names. That's nothing compared to the 30-35 we're used to on a Saturday night. Finally it was time to go home at last. Except we had ice all over our cars. So I went out to defrost that bitch and the doors were frozen shut. I gave it one hard pull and let go. Then one more and the door started to open. And then this happened.

Yeah, that would be a door handle. In my hand. Not on the car. Can you say FAIL much?? I no longer have a door handle on the driver's side of my car. And I didn't even pull that hard. Yeah, that means I can't get in my car from the driver's side either. Life is grand. Then, I couldn't get the passenger side opened up either. A couple people came to help but I didn't want to pull that side off and be fucked forever so I said forget it and boyfriend came to get me. I left my car at work for the night and that gave me the worst feeling ever. I work right off of the interstate and I was scared somebody would try and steal it. Don't get me wrong, if somebody wanted to steal the damn thing go right ahead, but I had a lot of shit in there. I always have a lot of shit in there.

I got up Sunday morning and called work to make sure I still had my car. Sure enough, nobody wanted it. I spend the day with boyfriend and he takes me to work. I make him get the passenger side open because I wasn't about to do it. He gets it open and I go into work. Life is good. After two hours, it's time to go home. I can't complain, didn't really want to be there anyway. I go out to my car and start to get in, except the damn door is frozen shut again. So I take my keys and dig the ice out of the door with them. Tug, nothing. Clean and tug again, nothing. Then I realize the door is locked. That wouldn't be a big deal to most people. Well, my passenger side lock is mangled and I can't get my key in. Lovely. Now, I'm locked out of my fucking car while the driver side door is unlocked but I can't open it. Boyfriend locked the damn thing without even thinking about it. Another $25 and 30 minutes later, my locksmith is there. Thank god. I've never been more happy to get in this piece of shit car then I was the day I first got it and didn't realize how shitty it truly was.

I guess this is what I get for parking where I know I shouldn't. It won't happen again. Thanks karma. Point proven. The positive of this mess, now the whole family agrees I need a new car. Finally!