Wednesday, December 22, 2010

Oh mom. Maybe you're right ... Damn it.

Above : BEV

I have been running around getting ready for Christmas, job searching, entertaining, going to holiday parties, and doing all of this on the fashionably late time tables i have always operated life from... 

However today, the world is full of so many morons that get in your way everywhere you go, that fashionably late frequently turns into absent which doesn't usually make others very happy.

Anyhow my cousin text me at work and let me know that one of my aunt's was in town with my uncle and their son and his girlfriend, and that they were all going out to eat with one of my other aunts and that i was wanted at that dinner visit as well .. i agree with out taking into consideration that i work 15 minutes w/o traffic, from where they are, and that i still needed to go home and let the chihuahua out, and that there are approximately 8 parking spots in downtown San Antonio ... but this request is no problem for me ... will meet them promptly at 6pm ... i get off work at 5:15'ish on a good day...

fast forward thru my road rage and parking issues... I have made it to the Riverwalk (it is now 6:20pm)

i am stuck behind a geriatric (AKA: huffing a puffing 2 cm from her backside, and loudly mumbling how nice it would be if people would just stop breeding), and her group of friends trying to get up a stairwell on the when i realized: if i wasn't in such a hurry due to running late i totally wouldn't be envisioning this old lady falling down the stairs and pulling her 3 plump friends down with her and out of my way so that i could more quickly get to the top of them ... if i wasn't tearing thru the riverwalk like a bat outta' hell, me and this little old gal could be pals maybe... i might have even been able to enjoy the 2.6 million twinkling christmas lights that had been put up on along the Riverwalk for Christmas ...  hey, much stranger things have happened right?






i loose track of that fleeting moment of womanly clarity when i finally get to the top of the stairs to bow be stuck behind another group of irritatingly slow and stupid people and their 4 dumb kids ...

finally make it to the restaurant, (its about 6:35 at this point) i am meeting my family at and i am out of breath and totally annoyed and...


BAM! i cant help but think... Might i be in a better mood? Maybe even happier to see my family if i hadn't just verbally bitch slapped the elderly and elbowed my way there to make it 20min late? maybe so... These thoughts were quickly dismissed when i remembered that my cousin had just barely text me just a few hours before while i was still at work to even tell me of the dinner.. So really its their fault i was in a rush.
None the less.. After i made it back home and had decompressed enough to reflect on the evening, the scariest thoughts crept into my mind... My mom could have, maybe been right about this whole "Don't dottle, you'll be late." business.... And if she was right about this ... What ELSE could she be right about??!?!?!

WHAT IS A GIRL TO DO?  WHAT IS A GIRL TO THINK?
....

me.

Me.

ME...

ME!

The above pictures illustrate just how traumatizing that notion was for me to come to terms with ...

FIRST NEW YEARS RESOLUTION FOR 2011: Be on time.