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My Day of Stupidity

I have a confession.  I am an emotional eater.  At least I think.  Any maybe just today.

But I am not even sure how many oatmeal chocolate chip cookies I have consumed.  I couldn't make it to the gym to work out anxieties today, so I've been eating.  Crap.  Good thing I have basketball tonight.

We had a vacation planned for South Padre for about a week, but obviously we are not doing that this month.  Anyways, so we needed to cancel our hotel reservations.  We were going to be staying at three different hotels.  One on the way down, one while we were there, and then one on the way back.  Problem was, I deleted all the emails with the confirmation numbers.  So we called the Hilton number, no problem.  With a last name and city, state--they can look up the hotel and cancel it.  Only problem was neither of us could remember what city we were going to stop in on the way home and without that information the Hilton couldn't help us which seemed really stupid in my opinion; but I did put us in this position so I couldn't  really be too mad.  So then I pull up a map and start calling random Hiltons along our route asking if there was a reservation there for us.  I discovered that the folks in the south are real friendly like.  I enjoyed that.  But still I was having no luck.  I called one hotel and the lady informed me that the hotel was in the process of being built but she would try to check anyway.  She informed there were no reservations for us.  Well 30 minutes later a guy from the same hotel that was being built called Ian to inform him that we had reservations set for that hotel but there was a delay and the hotel will not be ready on that date.  That just so happened to be the hotel I had been searching for.  Moral of the story, I'm an idiot--but we did get all of our reservations canceled.  That was a good way to waste an hour I suppose.  

Then to my second order of business.  I got a letter from KCKCC stating that Breanna Beebe (shows you how long ago I was attending that college) owes money to KCKCC.  Well I knew this couldn't be because 1.) I went to college there for free 2.) I finished school there over two years ago.  So I called and after a long chat the lady realized that I was in fact correct and they must have put the charges with the wrong Breanna.  

And so my day continues.  I was instructed to move the dog from our yard to our neighbors down the street so the inspector could do his job without the dog slipping out of the gate or humping his leg.  Well dummy me, some how the dog got past me so I had to chase him around Edwardsville like a fool in flip-flops.  Finally got a hold of him and took him to the neighbors.  As I was putting him in their fence, the neighbors wife came out and was all like Hey why are you leaving your dog in our yard?  At this point I am out of breath explaining how her husband and Ian had spoke about this little arrangement.  While I think she was confused, she was cool with it and I went on with my business.  

Then I went to go put my number on my shirt for basketball.  I am weird about my basketball numbers.  I prefer either 45 or 55 as my number but I was assigned 9.  This bothers me for several reason.  One of which being that the number 9 is not even legal in basketball .  Two, being it is a single digit number.  I've never been a single digit number.  And 9 is just a stupid number anyway.  But I've justified it by saying 4+5=9, so I'll go with it.  I just don't know how I'll be able to preform with a number like that.  

And all of this happened by noon. 

On the bright side, the inspection was finished and everything looks great.  I guess we had a tough inspector because it is for a VA loan so they have more restrictions.  We have a few very minor things we have to do, but besides that--everything else is a go.  The next 10 days will be packing and moving.  

I just realized something else I would like to add to my hate list.  I have to walk the dog for bathroom breaks, which is fine, but I can't leave Haley in the apartment, so every time I have to walk him I'll have to get her and take her with us.  Being that it is going to be cold as .... soon, this sounds like no fun to me.  


Until next time...  

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