So picture this...I'll have to get my mom to take the picture...for now, use your minds. I've got the jogging stroller with the baby, on the left is the German Shorthaired Pointer, the right is the Brittany and in my hand is the leash for the Schnoodle. (the big dogs get their leashes tied on the stroller handle) I try my usual jog, which probably isn't really a jog but more of a quick foot shuffle in a forward direction. I get a little over 5 on my jogger app, so you tell me. (rambling, I know, but you were warned previously)
If you know these breeds, you might have already guessed what happens next. I'm jogging along...and as my heart rate reaches it's max...I realize that I kind of feel like I'm on a treadmil. Why is this, why am I going so fast, still...I want to stop...but the SLED DOGS have been mushed, and they now spy a bird. With everything in me, I pant out 'StOp'. Which, probably sound more like 'Suhh'. The rest of my 2 mile adventure didn't get so fast, a huge disappointment to the dogs.
I lived through the experience. The dogs did also.
Now, it's time to run off to take my pre-assessment test for a job at a Honolulu hospital corporation. I'm running on such good time that I'm going to be early. Well, until I pull into the parking garage. It's all reserved for people who own the spot. Ok..really, we have to buy parking garage spots in the stupid building? And if so, why not just pull forward for someone like me, who just needs to park for about an hour. I was shoo'd to another entrance where I saw this hanging bar that said 'max height 6'3".' I drive a suburban. I have no concept of how high something is that I am in. My rails and the hanging bar meet, became close, and after much encouragement departed ways. So, imagine me in my football field in the ramp of a parking structure. Do I turn around? Do I just step on the gas and hope my car sinks down like in those fancy car commercials and goes under everything? Do I back out?
I called my husband and screamed at the poor man. It was his fault of coarse. That I am stuck driving the biggest car in freaking history. Ok, so it's not, but when you are downtown Honolulu, it really is.
I called my husband and screamed at the poor man. It was his fault of coarse. That I am stuck driving the biggest car in freaking history. Ok, so it's not, but when you are downtown Honolulu, it really is.
I chanced it, and backed out. I lived. It was ok. Well, this was after I attempted a turn around. I got most of the way around when I realized that if I kept going I'd be stuck horizontally in the garage and would need to pay a professional driver to remove the stupid car.
It took about 20 min, but I did manage to find a parking structure that had higher restrictions. This one didn't have wiggling bars though...the look of pure fear on my face encouraged the security guard to wave me in, it was ok.
It took about 20 min, but I did manage to find a parking structure that had higher restrictions. This one didn't have wiggling bars though...the look of pure fear on my face encouraged the security guard to wave me in, it was ok.
Wow, it was tight. My antenna hit almost every cement beam and light. Twang, twang, twang...as I'm going ohhh my, ohhh my... Lewis probably wouldn't like it if I peeled off the top of the car. I don't know..maybe I could invent the convertible suburban?
Well, got to where I needed to go, took my test, passed it. Apologized to probably the most forgiving man ever...and thought about buying some form of beer for my drive home. Well, yeah, that would be stupid so I didn't.
Well, here I sit, at night noon, trying to remember the last few stupid things that I did...but I'm at a loss. I'm tired which causes mind fragility I guess.
What I'm taking away from the day....No matter how much I want it to be, everything isn't Lew's fault. The dogs would do fine in Alaska if Lew took up racing in the Iditarod, and they may even win. Also..that I am good at my job, which is totally why I passed that test.
My favorite part of today was going shopping with my mom, my 10yo and my nearly 2yo. Three stores in 2 hours. Good Times. :)
Lessons learned...three stores is too many for baby girl. She was done after one.
Darcy~This CRACKED me up! Only because I can picture every parking spot in Hawaii and there isn't one meant for anything bigger than a Honda Civic! I sympathize with you! And as for jogging with the dogs, you're a good momma... I never jog with the dog (notice it's not plural) and the stroller. It's either one or the other or neither! :-) Keep up the good work!
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