Epic Fail Moment

This weekend started out to be an adventure from H-E-double-hockey-sticks. I had a training workshop to attend this weekend that I was REALLY looking forward to.  I had been preparing for this training for a couple of weeks, and literally busting my bum to learn everything. I woke up at 2 a.m. Saturday morning to find that the Ice Princess had visited the land of D.C. I fell back into a shallow sleep until I realized I should probably get up and ready earlier than planned.  Eric thawed the car out and we were off right on the dot at 7 a.m.  We passed several cars sliding off the road, and even a minor car wreck.  (People out here don't know how to properly drive in the snow. It makes those of us who have lived in place like Idaho go crazy!)  Just when we were about 4 miles away from the final destination, our car started wobbling and making a strange sound, so we pulled over to the icy, icy shoulder to find our car had a flat tire. Being the man he is, Eric started to change the tire- on the icy shoulder mind you- when the jack lost its gripping and the car fell on it.  (Thankfully not on him!)  I started to get really cold, you know sitting in the car while my husband braved the weather outside in non-waterproof clothes, so I went to turn the heater on.  The car was dead.  So now we had a flat tire, a broken jack, a dead car, and no AAA service. We called a tow truck to help us with their nifty tools, and $95 and two hours later we were back on the road.  When I arrived at my training, almost 2 hours late, they turned me away.  I was so sad.  All that preparation down the drain.  I saunterd in my Charlie Brown way back to the car, and we headed home. And of course, Murphy and his law wanted to join the party, so right as we pulled in the driveway, my phone rang and it was a woman from the training telling me they had decided to let me attend.  Too bad I was already an hour away, and would be even more behind than the rest of the class.  FAIL.  Boy do I hate the Ice Princess.

At least they said they would refund me or put me in the next training session.  So after that depressing event, Eric and I stayed in our P.J.'s all weekend watching The Big Bang Theory in our snuggie's, only getting up to order Chinese food. 

Cheers to 2012

The start of 2012 means a lot of things. Goal making, starting over, breaking bad habits, forming new ones. It's a fresh start. And I love that about the new year.

I need to revive this little blog of mine. I have found it hard to keep up with the blogging world, but I am committing to writing more blog posts this year. (Last year I didn't blog once, so I am already beating my record! I love to win.) Maybe if I am on top of my life, I can actually find the time to post pictures on here for memory's sake.

So I am raising my glass of sparkling cider, and cheering to a better year of blogging.