What A Day

Sometimes the words just do not come in order to give justice and describe everything that happens in a day.

Yesterday started out promising to be a great day.  My brother and I decided to drive up to help my sister paint her nursery (so that when she and my brother in law have the opportunity to adapt they have a room all ready).  I called my brother bright and early to tell him that I was on my way to his house and he drowsily informed me that he would continue to sleep until I arrived at his house.  That was fine by me since I would sleep as we drove to my sisters house.

The drive up was good and when we arrived we started working.  Painting was fun and we were able to get a lot accomplished.  After 2 coats of paint and sheets of bead board being nailed into the walls the room was looking wonderful.  It was especially fun because as we painted we would each take a turn picking an old theme song to play while the other 2 guessed what it was.  Oh, the theme songs and shows of the 90's.  I miss those shows because they were just good and wholesome.

Fast forward to the drive home.  Again I was asleep (trying to catch a nap because it was going to be a long night) when I suddenly heard my brother start honking.  I sprung up to see what was going on just in time to see the back end of a huge Dodge Ram back into the hood of my car.  WHAT!!!  Evidently the driver had put his truck in neutral and taken his foot off of the brake.  This caused him to start rolling backwards without his knowledge (especially how he was looking down at the time trying to turn on some music (did I mention we were at a stop light waiting for the light to turn green)).  Crunch, and now my hood was dented in.  We called a police officer and an hour later we started our way back home.  All I can say is it is a good thing that my car was still driveable because now I was late for my evening gig.

Two weeks ago my uncle asked me to help him cater an event and I had told him yes.  I was supposed to start prepping food at 3 pm, but we didn't finish with the officer until about 3 pm and the drive is about an hour.  All I can say is at least we made it there eventually and since my brother is amazing he offered to help.  Also since he knows how I think I was able to line him out to start prepping as I ran to my house to grab my gear (knifes, chef's coat, etc...) and take a quick shower.

The night went well overall.  There were only a couple of times that I ran around like a chicken with her head cut off.  Everyone took direction well and we were able to pull off everything even though we were short an hour of prep time.  We all cleaned up and headed home.

The final event of the evening happened after I had dropped my brother off at his place.  I was driving in my home town when suddenly there was a dark shape in front of me.  I couldn't figure out what it was so I slow considerably down.  Good thing, because it was a herd of deer.  Yep, a herd of deer were meandering down one of the main streets of my town.  I don't even know where they would have come from because they would have had to walk quite a ways from the mountains to make it to this main road.  Why no one else had seen them beats me.

Again, what a day.  This little bit that I have written doesn't cover most of what happened, but maybe you now have a taste of what sometimes my life turns out to be.