Whenever I did something stupid while growing up, my dad would always say that to me. At the time, it hurt my feelings, now, I think he might be right.
This morning I woke up a little late, but I was determined to look better than I did yesterday where I just showered and ran to class in some sweat pants. I put on some makeup this morning, flat ironed the frizz out of my hair. I also packed my school laptop bag with all the essentials I would need for the day. One laptop, two books, a lean cuisine, two slightly old bananas that really need eaten and my umbrella. I then got my son dressed, which is a battle, pot-tarted him, and put him in the car and took him to preschool. I was in a huge hurry b/c if I don't get to school by 9:30, there is no place to park.
I get to school right on schedule, and bam, I take one of the last five spots. Feeling jubilant, and especially proud that I remembered to put my umbrella in my bag, (it was starting to drizzle), I reach for my laptop bag, which is nowhere to be found. As well packed as it is, its at my house.
So I'll be slogging around with no books, no laptop and no umbrella today. I can't even go over to the library to get food until it stops raining. Of course, being me, I'm wearing a nearly translucent white shirt. I can't go out in the rain in that.
GRRRRRR.
A few days ago I was at big lots. I see this dog walking around loose. So I walk up to it, and then the owner walked up to it, and I'm like: "Is that your dog?" She said yes. I thought she was the owner, but there was another woman who'd gotten out of the passenger side who was staring off into space strangely. So I said, "Um, I just wanted to make sure the little fella was not lost". Apparently they'd let the dog get out of the car before they got out. Okay then, so I patted the dog on its head, and was still petting it when the driver-owner person got out its seeing eyed dog uniform. Dog at work!
So I feel like really stupid. O well. That will serve me right for the fact I really don't like dogs too much. They are too needy.
Apparently, my grandfather is very strange. My mom was detailing the more odd behaviors her dad has taken to lately. For example, he drives out on the farm in his car and sits and watches my uncle, (his youngest son) work on the farm. He sits in the car with the engine running and the air conditioning on. If my uncle goes on vacation, my pappaw complains he has nothing to do. (He has digistar cable. I would think even the History Channel is more interesting than watching someone farm.)
In other wierdness, all the brothers and sisters take on different tasks that my grandma (who passed away 9 years ago) used to do. My uncle (not the one under constant surveillance, but another uncle) goes down and makes him coffee every morning and in the words of my mother "I suppose to make sure he's still alive." This struck me as surreal. I mean what if Uncle Mike fucks up and makes the coffee first before checking. That coffee won't be necessary. No wonder my mom barely talks to her family members.