Let me tell you about my random Thursday:
It all began last night. It was extremely windy out and I had trouble sleeping (I mean more trouble than usual) because I have an intense fear of tornadoes. As I lay there devising a plan to save ourselves and our pets (this involved either quickly dragging the dog kennels into the hallway from the spare room, covering them with the spare bed, opening some windows, and then Paul & I hiding in our closet covered by pillows OR getting the dogs out of the cages and into the closet with us and the pillows...the cats unfortunately were on their own as I just could not figure out a way to corral them in enough time before the tornado hit the house). I finally fell asleep (courtesy of some melatonin--FYI great sleep aid, but will give you WEIRD dreams) only to be woken up by thunder and lightening. Finally fell back asleep only to be woken up by Paul's alarm clock which he decided to reset for another HOUR! Then I dozed in and out until 9:15am.
I was going to go to the gym this morning; however, felt watching an old episode of Tori & Dean Inn Love that I had tivo'd was more important...followed by an extensive searching of The Girls Next Door online, specifically Bridgette Marquedht. I am obsessed with knowing why they all broke up and felt the need to waste an hour of my life trying to find out.
Got dressed. Went to Publix and got subs for our lunch. Waited for Paul to come home. Had lunch with Paul.
Went to see a client. Noticed what looked like a controlled burn (minus anyone or anything monitoring it) on the side of the highway. I didn't pay too much attention because people in GA love to burn things like no ones business. I swear I pass some kind of fire on a daily basis. Must be because they have NOTHING ELSE TO DO IN SOUTH GA. An hour and a half later went back by this fire. Noticed the fire was larger and had spread and still not one single person monitoring it.
Made the difficult decision to call 911 just to make sure and this was our conversation:
Her: 911, what's your emergency?
Me: Hi, I'm just calling to see if y'all are aware of a fire on the side of highway 84.
Her: Um, no ma'am we are not. What is the location?
(now I have to try and figure out what the hell direction this road goes in and where the hell I am)
Me: Um, does 84 go east to west. It was near Delmare.
Her: Where?
Me: Um, on the way to Naylor, but on I guess the west bound side. Oh, near CCC Rd.
Her: On the way to Valdosta?
Me: Yes.
Her: What is your name?
(and here is where it always gets dicey because I do have a fear of being arrested someday for false reporting or my excessive use of the 911 system)
Me: Jennifer.
Her: What number are you calling from?
I tell her the number. She thanks me and we get off the phone.
2 miles up the road is the fire station and as I get up near the fire station and am debating whether to stop and try to clarify my bad location description a fire truck pulls out and across the road and heads towards the fire...SUCCESS!
So, I immediately want to call Paul, but remembered he was teaching class so I called my sister to gloat.
Get to another client's house. Let's just say that it did not end well.
I then do the Wii fit for 50 minutes...after he chastises me for my lack of work out commitment and calls me overweight he also tells me I lost 1.5 lbs...in the past 23 days. I did rock the Wii fit yoga though and have the high score for all yoga poses.
Then dinner, tv, and bedtime...such a glamorous life I lead! No complaints though. I have a lot to be grateful for!
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