Apparently, there is a strange distant neighborhood from mine called fern creek. I got turned around on I 65, and got to this place before I realized I was going the wrong direction. It is close to a place called Okalona. There was terrible traffic and someone honked at me. I was scared, but soon, I got to the correct direction on 65 and got back to my office.
My sense of direction is frigging terrible. Once, I had to get from the Conrad Conwell house (which is this super awesome house on St. James Court) to my friend Lisa's house, in Germantown. I think they are about a mile apart. So I called my friend Gary for directions. He gave me directions, but I still got confused and ended up at the Zoo, which is in the Highlands about five miles away. I have gotten lost in my own neighborhood and argued with Dbot only to find out she was in fact correct.
On a positive note, I can argue about the inherent executive powers the president is/may be conferred though Article II in a lucid manner. So, I'm not entirely a loss. I an also play a mean game of euchre, make puppets out of socks and I can cook ramen noodles. That's about it though. I'm fairly incapable of most pragmatic things. I am however, learning. I bought "Organzing for dummies" and organized my house. Next, I'll get "Cleaning for Dummies" and "Cooking for Dummies". I bet my gentle readers are not shocked to discover I in fact, got a D in Home Ec. in 7th grade. Seriously, when I was growing up, we had a housekeeper named Dolores who hated me and ironed and starched my lycra spandex pants to fuck with me. I lived in fear of that woman. Ironically, my mom would always clean up before she came over. My husband was shocked when my mom said, "We never taught J__ to clean, we presumed she'd hire someone to do it for her." I was not shocked. Its just been my life. In fact, I was super excited to realize the top of stoves come up so you can clean the burners. I was 25. Once time, I went to iron something and my son said "What is that robot?" When Dbot was five, she was amazed to discover from my friend Tracy that you an in fact mix ingredients to make cookies. If we baked cookies it was from refrigerated dough.
I'm apparently a devestatingly spoiled brat.