Today was busy. Mainly because I had something else to do other than deal with obnoxious tourists trying to buy furniture and candles. . . well that something else was driving my brother, and that task was stressing me out. I had already changed my work schedule around his golf practice, (the parentals were m.i.a in denver. . . ) After waking up way earlier than normal (normal being 9am now) I said to goodbye to my grandmother who had a southwest flight back to Arizona, and got caught in one of those worst timing ever moments. We have an abundance of mushrooms in our backyard due to the rain and such, so being the photographer she is (she's always managed to catch the most awkward moments ever, and you can't argue because of course she's your grandmother) so at 7am she decided I needed a picture next to the mushroom. . . So there I'm standing in my pink capri pajama pants and tank top, no brush through the hair, didn't even splash water on my face, glaring at the camera, next to a mushroom. In the background my mother is screaming at her mother about cruel pictures. . . Now she'll go back to Lake Havasu and show all of her friends her oldest grand daughter, the one looks like a crack addict standing next to shrooms. . . and of course thats the only picture she took of me the whole 8 weeks she was here. . .
After a completely dead 5 hours at work of rearranging pillows, candles and building tables, I rushed the whole mile home to let loose the house keeper (who I'm pretty sure is freaked out of my family. ..) So I'm trying to herd my brother out the door, change clothes real fast, make lunch for my brother and I (who is 15 but still expects lunch made. . . ) throw golf clubs in the back of the huge Denali I've been driving since my sister swiped my Jeep for college. My grand idea was to ride my newly fixed bike while my brother was at practice over in Vail. Only to find that the seat is broken now. Then 10 min into the drive, I had become my worst fear at 22 years old, a fill in soccer mom. Well in the case golf, but here I was in my running shorts and hat, stuffing food in my brother, racing to get him to practice on time in my huge gas hog of a car. I sort of had a mental breakdown and just started laughing. . . I can't stand the people who were constantly rude at work, my worst fear is never going anywhere in life. I love an eliminate of chaos, and I guess I got what I asked for. . .
I know this post makes no sense, my boyfriend will probably read in confusion and laughingly call me crazy funny, and the rest of you will read and truly believe that there was no point to this post. Which there is not. So congratulations.
