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Wicked Wednesday came a day early.

Today I’m talking about anxiety. I know you’ll be surprised to hear I suffer from anxiety. Suffer is putting it lightly. I suck face with it every day. But I do a pretty good job of making it heel. At least I think so.  You might wanna ask my friends and family. Better yet, don’t. now where was i? oh yes. So here’s the wicked Wednesday post. Yesterday I had an anxious day. On my early morning walk with cujo I saw a police car parked in front of a neighbor’s house. Since I’m the mrs kravitz (not lenny’s mom) of the neighborhood I was all about overhearing what the officer was telling the guy he was talking to.  Turns out I couldn’t make out much of what was being said. I did gather that there had been some kind of break in. so, I goes to work and later in the morning I checks me phone.  Message from the man saying there is a lock down at the high school and blah blah blah.  So I check my phone and there is an email from the school telling me about the lockdown. Then the boy sends me a text message about the lockdown.  As I’m reading these messages, the school calls my cell phone to leave the same message, but of course, my stupid fingers can’t figure out how to pick up the call so it goes to voicemail.

By now I’ve figured out that the high school is doing a drug search with drug sniffing dogs. Ok whatever. So I post this on facebook just in case some of my other moms don’t get the message. Meanwhile, my friend Jenny from the block calls me to tell me the neighborhood scoop about the break ins.  While I’m on the phone with her the fire alarm goes off. Oops! Gotta go. Hang up the phone and we evacuate the child care center and stand outside.  And we stand. And stand some more. Up come police cars. Then a fire truck. No one knows if it’s a drill or not. Good thing I grabbed my purse, cuz it would suck if my phone got burnt up.  Just as I’m walking back into the building Jenny from the block texts me and wants to know what happened and if I’m ok.  I do and I am. Sort of. By now my blood pressure is about 600 or something.

Fortunately it is now ten minutes before my shift is over! And good thing too cuz I am mentally wiped out. Now wanting to waste all of this pent up energy I decide to mulch the front yard. It’s a good use of time and energy. That is, until I sit down while I drive the boy to work.  Now my back hurts. And my thighs are shaky.  And I’m sweaty and stinky. By the time I get back home I’m sufficiently calmed down, cooled off,  and totally OVER the yard work.

But at least I’m not anxious any more. Moral of this story? There isn’t one. But my yard looks nice.

Regarding Queen of Everything

Her highness is still queen of planet blortnick and also a MODEL.

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