2010

2010 is finally here, and let me just say....I really hope it brings good things!

Before I continue, I want to touch-back on a recent post wherein I mentioned an adventurous time on the day after Christmas. I don't want to forget to write about it, because it was just THAT ridiculous.

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I woke up that morning feeling so much better. I actually felt like a human again. I even put on real clothes and makeup for the day at my grandparents'. Drew and I headed out a little later than expected (around noon I think) because I was moving slow and his heart wasn't 100% in it - the drive to Blue Ridge is 2 hours long and I think he was just exhausted from Christmas week and taking care of me.

Our first attempt to leave the house resulted in having to turn around to come back for some personal items I needed. We had already made it out of our neighborhood, but no big deal. It was a quick turn around and then we were on our way again. We then made it approx. 2-3 miles away from our main road when Drew realized he had forgotten to get his radar detector from my car to put back into his for the long ride. Normally, that would have not been a big deal either, but he got a speeding ticket just weeks before and we were not in the position to gamble, especially on a lot of highway/holiday driving. So, we returned to the house once more.

When we finally left for REAL, we were already in even less of a mood to continue on. However, we had my grandparents' "big" gift with us and couldn't very well back out at this point. My parents were already well on their way and would not have been able to double back. Traffic was a beast, especially closer to the city, and that put us in even more of an ill mood. A collective one, if that's possible. Then...the pisser of all pissers....

....we get on the wrong highway. Now, mind you, I'm still basically doped up on some hardcore cough medicine and Drew is blinded with frustration and exhaustion, so the mistake was completely understandable. Instead of hopping on the correct highway, we turned too soon and ended up on the wrong one. I mean, north is north, right? Wrong. About an hour later I realize nothing has looked familiar for a while. At this point, Drew needed to stop for a restroom break and, trying to be the calm wife, I was going to wait until he was out of the car to call my father to double check directions. Our first attempt to stop was WAY off the highway (because we were in the middle of nowhere) and the sign on the BP Station we chose read "No public restrooms." Unbelievable. Ten minutes later, we found a random Wendy's. Whew.

This is where it gets ugly. I call my father and he explains how completely not on the right highway we are and tries to direct me, mapless, back to the correct one. I then wave to Drew from inside the car and mouth "Get a map." The look he gave me was priceless, but, he retrieved a map from inside Wendy's somehow. We then realize that during this whole drive we had been heading north as we should, only, parallel to the highway we should have been on. Thankfully, we were only maybe 30 minutes off course and were able to correct the situation very easily. Unfortunately, we were both in such sour moods at this point, I think we both wanted to scream.

Once on track, we realize we should stop for gas. We do so at yet another random location and....the gas pump does not automatically shut off as it should once your tank is full. SO, the pump spills gas allll down our car and onto Drew's new shoes.

F.M.L.

It should be mentioned here that Drew loves his car. Yes, it's a weird man-thing, but it's true. I sincerely thought we were going to have a blow out at this point. Even the biker next to us blushed. Hey. We fight passionately...but love even moreso.

Once we finally made it to my grandparents' (about an hour and a half late, of course) we both were no longer hungry, no longer eager to open gifts, and not even close to in the mood for socializing with the ENTIRE family that actually showed up this year for once. We somehow made it through about 2-3 hours of "Christmastime" before leaving. We talked pretty good on the ride home and decided on a few marital things that needed discussing. We worked it out and were just fine once we returned home...where we changed into pajamas and sat, like statues who have lost their will to even be still, in front of the television.

Merry Christmas, 2009.
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Okay, so moving on from that fun..... :)

We spent New Years Eve just the two of us. We drank a bit and watched a good movie and just hung out. I am more than familiar with having days off and no schedule, but Drew is not at all so we enjoyed the down time together for those few days.

I woke up this morning prepared for a new year and a lot of new goals. I am going to ensure that this year is good. I have a few projects that I am working on, and I started a really thorough job hunt this morning. Unfortunately nothing has panned out so far but I am remaining optimistic. I am eating my tuna sandwich and remaining optimistic, that is. There are very few other emotions one can have while eating tuna, after all.

Now if it could only warm up a little, I'd be even better!