Friday, February 26, 2010

Diary.2.26.10

If I had a diary this is what I would write in it today:


Stupid snowstorm! My gosh it was soo horrible out there today! I will tell ya a little story.. here it goes.... So last night I was supposed to drive to Long Island so I could spend some time with the family and on Saturday I have a ever so special "Bridal party Tea party" with the blushing bride Jessica and the other bridesmaids. I have been looking forward to this day for months now and of course the snowstorm had made a huge impact on my travels. I decided last night wasn't the best night to drive so I would wait till the morning to drive out. Well, for some reason on Fridays I can sleep till around 1:30 and that is what I did (I thoroughly enjoy my sleep, it does a body good). So when I woke up I was like Yessss its not snowing, I can have some coffee, make some breakfast, and maybe watch an episode of the O.C. or two. After that I was like ok, I'm good to go.. got all Suri's stuff together, my stuff and walked out to get the car which was parked around the block. Well stupid me forgot that my car was on a main road and plowed in. CRAP! I walked back to the apt. and can hear Suri barking from a few houses down (she gets really pissed at me when I leave to get the car but little does her peanut brain know is that I am getting it ready so WE can go to her Grandma's..whom she loves ever so much!) Got the shovel, started shoveling myself out, really good progress within a 20 min span and then of course, one plow, two plow, WTF three plows!! I am stuck again! Shovel, shovel, shovel yet again. Finally I get myself out and get to the apt, get the car loaded and pick up Suri. I heard some great songs, sang a little, and Suri slept the whole time. We were just about to get off the exit when things started to get really bad. Snow pouring down, roads covered in white. I seriously was scared. I turned down the music and prayed to my parents asking them to protect me and my baby. This probably went on for about a mile or two and then what is this? The road ways are clear.. Wow you guys work fast I said. From my own personal experiences talking to loved ones from the past is like praying. I choose to believe in them and it always works out in the end. So, I finally made it home and was greeted by warm hugs and kisses from my mother and father - in - law - to - be.. although I feel like they are the mother and father my parents replaced themselves with to take care of me. I told them about the stressful drive and I then was handed a glass of wine.. something my mom would have done. It's crazy how the world works and the little things mean so much. All in all I am very thankful.

Love you Mommy and Daddy!
xoxo






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