Back Away From Unfortunate Girl.

This has been the Week of Annoying Crap that Keeps Happening to Me. Seriously. Not anything that really qualifies as terribly bad, just really really inconvienient and obnoxious.

First of all, last weekend I manage to get a flat tire. At 6:30 in the morning. On the freeway. In the freezing rain and snow. And guess what my #2 most neurotic fear it? Big semi trucks. The Evil Trucks of Death were zooming at 70 mph three feet away from my hysterical head. (The phone call to Eric went like this- I've got a flat AHHHHH on the AHHH AHHHH freeway. NO MORE TRUCKS! NO MORE TRUCKS! incoherant babbling...) Since I had been up for approximately 24 hours at this point, I was ever-so-slightly less composed than normal. While I waited for Eric, I called my Dad, who told me to turn off my hazard lights because crazy people roam the freeways looking for housewives who are Never Seen Again. I was also gently reminded of how I should have some way to protect myself in my vehicle in case of an emergency (DAMMIT JENNIFER GET YOUR SELF A GUN. I'M BUYING YOU A GUN. YOU SHOULD BE ABLE TO SHOOT PEOPLE, etc...)
So Eric came & got me, and the lovely roadside assistance people came & got my minivan, and we we got to buy New and Very Expensive Tires. (I left out all the stuff about how the tire BLEW and I fishtailed all over I-5 and there was almost loss of life. I thought that would be a little dramatic.)

The next super-fun thing to happen was the fabulous crashing of the hard drive on my laptop. Wheeee!!!! All my anal Disneyland-trip itinerary is gone. I will rebuild and it will be glorious. Perhaps even more exacting and OCD than before. I did manage to get the computer back up and running. Apparently I am a computer genius. If you ever destroy your laptop, call me and I will come over and hit all the F Keys about 1200 times and then it will be fixed.

Today my van decided that it didn't really want to go anywhere. Unfortunately for me, and the children in the back seat, this happened on the way to school as I was pulling out onto a busy highway. I managed to get it off the highway by opening the driver's side door and sticking one foot out so I could push the van backwards, Flintstones-style. You know the stories you hear about how people get incredible adrenalin-induced strength in order to pick up cars off of accident victims? Yeah, it was like that. I am superwoman. (And then I called a friend in a MODERATELY hysterical manner and begged to be picked up, because HOLY CRAP we are sitting here on the side of the highway and I should have a GUN!!) The lovely roadside people came & picked up the van again, and towed it to the dealer, where the even lovier fixing guys said it's all covered under warranty.

And the icing on my lovely week? I got a cold sore. Want to know how to become a festering troll, not fit for human society? Get yourself a cold sore. People will recoil at the mere sight of you. Small children will run in horror. It's awesome. I seem to only get them when I am stressed. Hmmmm.... I don't FEEL stressed. (ha-ha)

*Blog Disclaimer... I am at work & it's 2:45 a.m. I am not responsible for the ranting above. I may come back & delete it all tomorrow because I am a raving idiot. At least it help me burn a substantial chunk of time while looking like I'm doing something important.