It has been a little bit since I have blogged. I do believe the last one was on my attempt to quit smoking.
Well, let me tell you how THAT went. Right out the door. Did I happen to mention in the last post that my husband had originally suggested that we begin THAT day right then?! I did good all day, I was extremely proud of my self! I got home and guess who is standing in my kitchen smoking a cigarette? I’ll give you a hint, it was NOT, I repeat NOT Kid Rock. Had it been him, I’d have said ” Hey Baby!”, but no to my dismay it was in fact my husband. So, I stood there with my jaw dropped, hands on my hips and in some sort of shock. You would have thought he had a bong in his hands. His reply when I asked him about the whole quitting smoking, ” I was asleep when I said that” . So, of course I marched myself over to the convenience store and bought a pack. I will admit, I am a complete idiot. I could blame it on him, I could blame it on life, I could blame it on the postman. The truth be told, I was weak. It’s not that I do not want to quit, or that I won’t, but at this exact moment, my strength has not caught up to my desire.
Oh! I can’t even believe I have not wrote about this yet! I have purchased tickets to my second Kid Rock concert of 2011! Noblesville, IN August 20th! Wow that is so far away. I about cried the day of the pre sale. Fan club members get to purchase tickets the day before Tickmaster hosts a pre sale, so I guess it is a pre sale pre sale. Anyway, all that kept coming up when I would put in my ticket count, which 4 is all we are allowed to purchase, was what I thought were going to be nose bleed seats. So, I kept trying and trying and trying, and finally got some seats about 20 rows from the stage. Here is the big kicker, the day before I had reported my debit card lost because I spent all weekend looking for it with no luck. I put in my credit card info, declined over limit, pulled out one of my husbands, declined over limit, pulled out the very last one, declined. Luckily, the wife of the couple going with us calls me right as I am getting ready to just let loose a flood of tears, and she gives me her husbands credit card info…..cha ching……tickets bought! Woohoo! ( now i just wish i could get back stage passes!)
At this point I really must tell you about the whole debit card thing. I had gone to Wal Mart, which I absolutely hate, paid for what ever it was I had to have. I load the car up, then unload it, you know the whole ritual. I have no idea why in the middle of the night while I was surely dreaming sweet dreams of KR I suddenly sat straight up and thought “shit, where is my debit card?” I had no memory, none what-so-ever of having put it back in my wallet or my purse or even my pocket. I remember having swiped it and entering my PIN, but that is it. At that point I completely freaked out. I got out of bed, emptied my purse, emptied my wallet, I even went out to my Jeep and ramsacked it. To take it even farther, I got a flashlight and went over every inch from where I was parked to where I unloaded all the bags. I checked my jean pockets, I checked the washer the dryer, the bathroom floor. I left nothing unturned! The next morning I even called Wal Mart to see if one had been turned in to the lost and found. The lady told me they had many cards, but none with that name on it. That in itself surprised me, that so many people would lose their cards and 1. they were actually turned into lost and found 2. no one had claimed them. Anyway, by Sunday I was a complete mess. I was scared to death to tell my husband I had lost it, knowing a lecture of some magnitude would surely develop. Then, the thought of even one dollar going missing out of the account made me just sick to my stomach, not just for the loss of money but the lecture that would follow on the heels of that coming to light. Come Monday morning, I called the bank and reported it lost. Monday evening, I broke down and told my husband. After near panic attacks and surely an ulcer to develop, all he said was ” how did you manage to do that?” I was dumb founded! I wanted to reply at that moment with, ” Well if I knew the answer to that dumbass, I would know where to find it now wouldn’t I?” but I refrained, as hard as it was I did refrain. The very next day after having reported the card lost, I am digging through my wallet for change and guess what I find? My damn debit card!!!!! All I could do was laugh at myself. It was right there, plain as day. Now mind you, it was not in the little slots they designate for such things, it was in the part where you put actual paper bills. Oh well! I now have a bright and shiny new card!
Well, I suppose I have bored you long enough for one post!
Remember: Your reach must never be greater then your grasp!