Grrrr....BIG White GRRRRRR.....

Ok, so I was getting this notice that I could now add things to my blog. Cool. (You'll see a few off to the left there.) However, you'll also notice that stupid Blogger went & killed all the special added things from my blog (like my main picture, which I loved). Now I'm forced to have to take the time to refigure out how to do the HTML to add it again. (If anyone can just tell me so I don't have to research that, I'd be eternally grateful!)
Stupid technology.

On a more personal note, we have snow. Not as much snow as other parts of Wisconsin, but snow. (It seems that being on the shores of Lake Michigan mean we stay warmer in the winter than other areas, and don't get the lake effect snow Michigan gets. Hmmmm...its still only 12 degree today, I might add. Yeah, warmer...sure....)

Things are good. I have much of my Christmas shopping complete, with only a little left to do after my next paycheck. I've found better deals online than anywhere else this year, actually. We're all well. Darcy sat herself up twice yesterday without me even touching her!

That's all. Now to figure out this stupid blog HTML...sigh.

Ridin' the Highs & the Lows

Yesterday was nothing but a serious emotional roller coaster. What began as a typical day of dropping baby boy off to the grandparents & heading to the museum spiralled into something else entirely. On my way to get him in the afternoon I was taking a route different from what I typically take, because I wanted to stop & get some elastic to finish a cute pair of PJ bottoms I had made for myself to lounge around in. (They are pink with figure skates on them, if you care.)

So, all of a sudden I stop at a light, and the police car behind me flips on his lights. Instantly all I can think is "Oh shit..." He says, "You've done nothing wrong, I just wanted you to know you're brake light is out." "Oh, ok, thanks, I'll get it fixed right away, there's an auto parts store at the next corner, I can see it from here. I just need to pick up my son up the road." No, that wasn't enough, he had to see my license to verify that the car I was driving was my own. Can you not see the baby seat behind me & my crap in the car? *sigh* I grab my coat to pull out my little wallet I keep my things in since there is no place at the museum to safely put a purse. It's not there! What? I frantically start looking for it...nothing. I explain the situation to him. He proceeds to say "I can't let you go unless you can prove you're you. Is there anyone you can call?" uh...I don't know WHERE my license is, so how the hell is someone else supposed to know? He keeps asking me things like whether or not I know my driver's license number by heart? Uh...no, why would I? Would someone else have it? Well, since I don't have it smart guy, anything is possible. Long story short, I am forced to leave the car on the side of the road (2 blocks, literally, from my in-laws house I must point out) and go to the police station.

Two hours later I've had to call my in-laws to pick up my car & then come pick me up, but not after I've been finger printed & photographed! Can you believe it?! Yes, being pregnant & hormonal I cried. Alot.

My in-laws were surprisingly nice about everything, brought dinner down for the family & quickly drove me home since I HAD to be home by 6pm to go with my cool neighbour to a meeting & job interview.

She & her family are, sadly, moving to NE next month leaving her position open. It seems like a really cool job working for the Parks & Rec. I applied & they were interested. Long story short, they offered me the position last night!!I am the new Director for the Caledonia Parks & Rec commission! I'm terribly excited about it & everyone seems very, very nice. Wish me luck!

So my "normal" day went from the lowest of lows to a fabulous high! Emotional rollercoasters are not nearly as fun as Cedar Point, let me tell you.