So I’m kinda lame on the whole blogging front these days, hmm?

Scrapbook: 080121 Yesterday I picked up two girls – women now – that I used to have in youth when I did that kind of thing and we headed a bit south and had a lunch. Elijah was along, too, of course, and he took the opportunity to show off for them and was quite a handful. He’s so embarrassing these days, honestly, and let the waitress know just how bad she was by demanding something the few times we actually saw her.

Twice yesterday we had this scenario: E starts doing something, Mommy says “no,” E demonstrates why Mommy says “no.” This included his spilling of the chocolate milk in the restaurant only half a second after I told him not to take his lid off and the spilling of the scrambled eggs that morning after I told him to take them back in the kitchen and eat at the table like he was first told and placed. Boy, the dog was happy with that one. The waitress, not so much.

Went to a meeting last night and had a decent time. Afterward it was, as tradition dictates, to Steak ‘n’ Shake. I’d told Steve I would leave there by 10pm at the latest (getting me home around 10:30-10:45) but our food hadn’t arrived by that time. After eating and chatting a bit then waiting in line for an insanely slow lady to place her order so I could pay, I finally left around 10:20. As I was pulling out of the parking lot, a fire truck was approaching. I waited and then pulled out behind him (no traffic by that time). I ended up following him onto the highway; he wasn’t going very fast, I guess because of the little bit rain that had fallen, making the roads slick. I thought he was going to take one of the first few exits and I was surprised when he didn’t because the next one after that is 13 miles. However, halfway there, we came upon it. Flares on the right side of the road, around the corner, and then… he was the third fire truck to arrive, something like ten state patrolmen, just everywhere. A car, up the right embankment, just… nothing, just the frame left. Still smoking pretty good. And it smelled so bad. Immediately I got very emotional and ill and was lucky to make it home without throwing up. I haven’t even heard any news about it, I hope that everyone was okay and escaped the car before the flames came. The ambulance was already gone with whoever it was. But you know… calculating the approximate time of the accident and all other variables, I could have been right there had I left on time. Life is fragile, folks, one minute you’re there… the next you’re not. I had a hard time sleeping last night. I kept thinking about that and then about the one Steve told me about, how he and his brothers and dad pulled someone (that turned out to be something like his second cousin or closer) from a burning car and how the guy, his age, died within a day or two. I remember, that happened shortly before we got together, but it affected him for a long time.

Today I had to go to the post office not once, but twice. I had two orders to get out but only one flat rate box and had already printed and paid for the shipping labels so that second box had to be a flat rate. So I mailed one box, got some more boxes, came home and packaged the other, and went back. I wasted time attempting this yesterday only to be reminded that the post office is closed for Martin Luther King Day. I just wish I could mail the other box that’s in the back of my Jeep where it’s been for a couple of weeks now. I’m still waiting on a check from that guy and wondering if it’s ever going to come so I can mail his candles out or if I could sell them to someone else. Guess I should email him.

Of course, all this after I determined that Elijah was, indeed, not sick like he claimed he was. He’d been saying his stomach hurt and I felt like he was probably just hungry and when I asked him what he wanted for breakfast, he said, “ummmm, marshmallows!” Uh, no, no marshmallows for breakfast. “Ummm, then candy bar!” And then he wanted medicine (which he also didn’t get). We go through this every morning, people. Every morning.

Since then? I honestly don’t know…

I hope I’m not getting sick. *sigh*
I’ve been coughing at night for the last week and within the last hour have developed head congestion, the sneezes, and those same bumbs on the roof of my mouth (from when I was really sick). Blah.