Last evening, I took the kids and headed to the nearest JC Penny, aka a half an hour away. I didn’t even get to head out until 6. First we had school, then my sister-in-law stopped by to pay me for my brother-in-law’s phone bill. Apparently she’s as brainless as I am, haha, because she’d forgotten her checkbook and left to go to the bank. While she was gone, UPS arrived with the wedding book I’d made them. She returned, paid me, took her book and only then would Kayleigh finally take a nap. So it was 5 pm before K got up and we could get started out the door.

Drove out there and took the kids to Sonic because OF COURSE I didn’t get us anything to eat for supper before leaving, then we were in the car wash getting rid of all the salt and snow grime that built up over this last snow, when Steve called. The whole reason I had to go to Penny’s was to return some things I bought online that arrived and totally did not fit. Guess what? Yeah, I’d left them on the kitchen table! My purse had been sitting RIGHT by them and somehow I managed to get that.

Elijah wasn’t phased, of course, he was on a mission to spend his Christmas money. Well, the Christmas money he knew about. :P (Really, my kids have enough stuff as it is, they don’t need to just run out and spend all their money when I can save some of it for them for a rainy day or whatever.) So we went to Walmart so he could spend his $15 on – you guessed it – a Transformer.

I made a list before we left. Apparently I can’t even do that right and I forgot to write down several things and forgot several of the things I needed from there. Ugh!

I used to have this great memory, what happened??

So we get new plates, because, apparently we can’t keep the others even though they have nearly a whole year left on them, and head out. I go, “oh, gee, let’s go buy groceries.” We get groceries and as I’m paying, I nearly do slam my head into the counter when I remember, again, that I don’t have my debit card! “Can I pay with a check, without a license?” Thankfully, yes!

Back at home for a few minutes later, and Sheila comes over on her way back south. I’d promised some gas for her to help her out so I told her to stay with E while I took her car that she recently got (a used Cavalier) and that I’ll get some gas and then come back. I did this with ulterior motives: I planned to fill it up and didn’t want any protest. (She’d asked for only $10 silly girl, that’s barely over 2 gallons these days!) I tell you what, though, I had to laugh because driving that thing was SO different from being in the Jeep. Actually, I don’t think I’ve ever driven a vehicle where I had to actually lean back in the seat, I’m used to sitting nearly fully upright. Sitting upright in there, though, and I hit my head, haha.

And, if you’re squeamish, stop reading now!

So yup, there’s Steve’s hand there. He sliced his thumb open yesterday at work when pulling on a wire. He rubbed or scraped, or whatever, against a metal stud and there you have it, enough damage to head to the urgent care center, or wherever it is the union takes their peeps. He’s kinda funny though, like when he sliced his knee open with the chainsaw 6 or 7 years ago, he said it didn’t really hurt, just the tetanus shot hurt. Or rather, this time, the shot to numb him for the stitches hurt. Heh, when he sliced his knee open, his parents forced him to the ER, he was just gonna stick those butterfly bandages on and leave it at that. So macho.

And, also typical: I got distracted by shiny things and no longer remember what else I wanted to say. So, goodnight!

Friday I kept thinking, “I’ve got to get this candle order out, I’ve got to get this candle order out.” After all, the order had been placed on Wednesday and if I’ve not shipped by the next business day my panties start to get in a bunch. So I was busting my butt to get it ready (it’s my biggest selling scent and I had to start a completely new batch for this order to be filled) and I kept thinking, “If I can get this ready and pay online before the mail lady comes, I can have her take it and I won’t have to go anywhere today.” But it wasn’t until I was printing the lady’s invoice that I realized she’d not paid me yet. She’s a pay-by-check-er, so I’d need to wait for the check to arrive in my PO Box before shipping.

But then I realized I did have to go somewhere. Steve’s been on me for the last week or so to go to the insurance place to ask about getting the Jeep’s windshield replaced. We got hit by a rock about a month ago and then while we had all the ice and such, that one chip decided it was going to crack all across the windshield. It has to be replaced to relicense it next month. By the way, the answer is that we have a $250 deductible on glass breakage. (To which Steve says wtf?)

So then it was to the license bureau to pay for the next year of plates for his truck, another thing he’s been harassing me to do and it had to be done by the end of this month. So we go in and the girl starts to help me. I give her the paper and the 2007 personal property taxes receipt. (Which, by the way, took me forever to find before I left. I found every other year first. Go figure.) So she says she needs to see the insurance card. I start rummaging through my purse then I say I’ll have to go out to the Jeep to get it. She says she needs the insurance card for the truck, and that’s my first “duh” moment. I don’t have that one. I’m totally dreading going back to the insurance place to get a copy, not wanting to wait until Monday for Steve to leave me a copy. But I notice there’s a fax machine, can the insurance place fax it over? Sure, here’s our fax number. So I get out my cell phone and proceed to call… the fax number. Second “duh” moment. She looks me up the number in the yellow pages. I call, insurance lady obliges, we wait for a couple of minutes before it’s faxed over.

The other sign? I actually started this post on Friday. And now I’ve forgotten the rest of my craziness of Friday. Oh, I remember there was more, but what, I’m not sure. It continues, too. This morning (Sunday) I forgot only a couple of things, but they were important things. I was kind of slow editing because I kept getting sidetracked and even completed some tasks twice… needlessly, of course.

Not to mention there’s the physical part of it all. Still, if I spend too much time walking or am too active, etc., I get pain in my head. Also at night when I’m starting to get tired, I start to hurt. I only made that connection now.

It’s so weird though, the pain. I can’t fully describe how it feels. Usually it’s not something that’s migraine level, but it is painful… hence “pain.”

Yeah, I tend to say some strange things sometimes, too. Repeat myself. Repeat myself. You know.

When will it all end!!!!!!?!?!?!?!?! AHHHHHH, will I ever be normal again?