current state of mind: quiet
All you're giving me is fiction
I'm a sorry sucker and this happens all the
time
I found out that everybody talks
Everybody talks, everybody talks
“Everybody
Talks” by Neon Trees
I celebrated
Memorial Day with Girl Twin, her bestie (GTBFF), Boy Twin, and some of his
baseball peeps. What better way to celebrate than spending the day at a
waterpark?!? Boy Twin and his friends were supposed to meet us girls at the
park around 11am. At 10:45a, I parked Lucius in the NRH20 parking lot and had
the girls help me throw things into the trunk so that nothing was left in the
passenger area of the car. I rolled the windows down enough to allow some air
circulation, grabbed my bag, and locked the doors. As soon as I shut the trunk
I knew that something had gone terribly wrong. I dropped an expletive, much to
the amusement of both girls. Girl Twin asked what was wrong and all I could do
was point to my car keys, lying on the driver’s seat of the car.
I told GTBFF
to put her skinny arm through the cracked window to see if she could unlock the
door. She couldn’t. Neither could Girl Twin. Bloody Hell! It was at this point
that a Good Samaritan stopped by to assist. He phoned his buddy who was almost
inside the park to come back and help us. They were not really much help. We
thanked them for trying and sent them away. I looked around the parking lot and
noticed that there were some thin tree branches in the field at the end of the parking
lot. I sent Girl Twin over to procure a sturdy one that we could use to “play
Survivor”. Of course, the girls were laughing at the ridiculousness of the
situation. Still, Girl Twin found two and brought them back. They were pretty
flimsy sticks – but beggars cannot be choosers.
First, we
attempted to press the unlock button with the sticks; but they were not strong
enough for that. Then I decided to use the sticks to hook the keys. Thank
goodness I have so many key chains. Though I almost lost the stick through the
window twice, eventually I was able to hook the flash drive on my key chain and
slowly drag the keys up the car seat. I told GTBFF to slide her arm through the
back window and try to grab the keys. She was successful and once the keys were
pulled from the vehicle we did a celebratory dance and gave high fives all
around. Yes, the “high-five hater” enthusiastically participated in a frenzy of
high fives. It was an amazing moment of solidarity, girl power, and disbelief. I
highly recommend it to anyone who wants to feel like the winner of a reality
show!
Now, a week later, I am back in Omaha and
missing my Texas family. My departure from the Lone Star State was a little
abrupt; as I left a day earlier than expected. Sometimes we need to follow our
self-preservation instincts. Mine clearly said that it was time to get in my
car and drive. So I did. I didn’t drive as far or for as long as Jim Nasche in “Music
of Chance”; but the sentiment was the same.
PERSONAL NOTE: Looking forward to dinner
on Wednesday and girl time!
CONFIDENTIAL NOTE: I’m not like you.
Not this time. Not anymore.
