So I Was Just Thinking

Well, December Daily is up and running and me without my camera! What's a girl to do? Get out the sketchbook while sitting at the mechanics (again!) and sketch what I see in front of me. This was an older woman with what I think was an Australian accent (based on her pronunciation of "battery." LOL! This was a challenge for me because: 1. I don't do real people. 2. I only had a brief moment to capture her without staring at her. 3. I don't do furniture either. Yes, I spent my morning at the garage, but I am crossing my fingers that we are DONE! The one thing I will say is that they have been very nice and helpful. I had joked earlier in the week that I was going to place my name on a chair because I had been there so much. When I saw the owner, he was walking in with packages and he said, "Oh, you came in before I was able to get your name on the chair." It was a good laugh. When I left, I only had to pay for the parts. BONUS! Afterward, I me...

My parents loved the family road trip. Since my father was in the military, he would have 30 days off a year for vacation. He always waited until summer to use them. The trips always started with Dad getting out the old Rand McNally, a Best Western Guide and a pad of paper. (These were the days before Mapquest.) He would then map out our route correlating travel times with Best Western Motel locations. Dad knew he would be doing most of the driving while mom read the map, and my brother and I sat in the back of the metallic blue Chevy Impala station wagon continually saying, "I'm not touching yoouuuuuu." It's a wonder dad never pulled the car over. Lunches at roadside parks consisted of foods that would survive long times out of the refrigerator. Mom found something called "deviled ham" and another product known as "Cheez Whiz." She would use these together to fashion a ham and cheese sandwich with mustard on the white bread that stuck to the roof ...

This is the desperate cry my husband hears Tuesday morning. I am trying to leave for work in time to pick up secured testing documents and greet my students by 7:30. If you have ever read about my mornings you know how hectic they can be, but I digress. I open my purse - no keys. I go to the kitchen - no keys. The breakfast bar - no such luck. Yesterday's pants? Nope. Bathroom vanity, garage, couch, chair, computer??? No, no, no, no, NO! Where could they be? I begin interrogating my children, "Have you seen my keys?" #1: "No, mom. Did you try the kitchen?" #2: (Remember he is three.) "No, mommy." I have now enlisted my husband who has been through this many a time. He begins to interrogate me. It wasn't a pretty sight; there were tears. I am to the point of giving up, but remember I have that all important test to administer today. I start thinking of my resources. Hmmm. Dad? No, it would take to long. My husband? No, his car doesn't have the ...