Loki: Hi my name is Loki, aka Lucy. I am sure most of you reading this blog understand why my family calls me "Lucy". I think my father coined the name for me after the millionith time I got myself in a "lucy type" situation. I would just like to tell you that sometimes being Lucy gets on my nerves. Have you ever said I am getting annoyed with myself? A lot of these things have happenend because I am clumsy. Big T used to laugh at me every time I tripped or ran into something (a wall, corner, table, coffee table...really any stationary object you can run into...I will) now he just rolls his eyes. Today I was drinking some coffee. Something must have startled me because out of no where I jerked and splashed it on my arm... scalding me. I then somehow decided to jerk again and spill the burning coffee all over the couch and my boob. Big T saw this happen and he said it looked like I just poured out my cup 3 different times on myself. To me, this happened in slow motion but I was not able to control it. I shot up screaming and had to rip my shirt off and then my bra. Standing there coffee soaked and splotchy red my child and husband sat there starring at me like I was crazy
One more and I will be done for the day. I went to Wal-Mart the other day. I usually pack some kind of toy for Blue to entertain herself with if she gets bored looking around. We were in the super store because I had to get everything. I racked up a $250 bill. Everything was loaded in bags into my cart when I reach in to find my debit card and....its not there. I search again...and again and still nothing. Crap. Then I remember at some point during this last hour and a half that I looked down to see Blue playing with my coin purse. (I got a new "coin purse" for Christmas that fits all of my cards in as well) Anyway she had unzipped it when I caught her. I swiftly took it and put it away... but apparently my card had fallen out during that process. I dont have my check book on me because I am carrying this dumb coin purse! Meanwhile there are 5 people lined up behind me...one already has her entire cart unloaded onto the belt just waiting for me to leave. I dont know what to do. I call Big T to see if he is in the area and maybe can come bail me out? Uhh Nope.Blue has been hamming it up for the people behind us...smiling and talking so they were not mean people. I try to explain what is happening. I sound like a retard though trying to explain to strangers that I do have money to pay this...but I dont have my card! How embarrassing. The dumb high school cashier just stares at me waiting for me to decide what to do. So they end up having to cancel my entire order and movnig my cart to the side. I have to rush home to find my dumb check book so I can come back and pay. So after loading up Blue again and getting back up to Wal-Mart-- I walk to my cart but the same cashier lady has left... No I dont have a receipt for this...I havent paid yet. Right at this moment I notice someone carrying a debit card around... it turned out to be mine. I have to go wait in line again while they take out all the items from the bags, re-ring it and then re-bag it. Spending 4 hours at Wal-Mart was exactly what I wanted to do.
Its a blizzard out there right now.... ENJOY!