And 24 hours came crashing down!

Can I start by saying that there are times in your life where you feel like the entire world is out to get you? Well, this last 24 hours was one of those days, but on crack. :(

I had a great time visiting my best friend Emilie by Lancaster PA this past week for spring break. It was nice to get away and reconnect with my old friend and I always love the stuffing out of her kids. We left sunny 75 degree weather and hit horrific turbulence on the plane. It was so bad that at one point I looked Drew in the eye and quietly reached for the barf bag. Does anyone really think that you could puke in such a small bag and still retain some bit of dignity from those around you? I think not. I did manage to hold it down with several deep breaths and two air vents pointed right on me. I thought it was over till the second flight took off and every thing came back to me. Yikes! Here come the meat sweats!

We got back to Utah and no longer than 20 minutes in this state and a blizzard set in. I missed Jersey and Philly already! Dropped of our luggage and went straight to FHE. That's right! That's how we roll...keeping up with the church. Got back home and settled in with some egg drop soup to settle my tummy, a movie, and some friends. What could be better? Then, my sweetheart called. I had really missed him since I had not heard much from him in over a week. We talked and caught each other up on how our vacations had been. Then, out of no where he says "we need to talk" followed by silence. Do I even need to go on? As you may have guessed it, the conversation basically went as follows...

You are an amazing person. You have done so
much for me. You are so easy to love.
You...you...you...you....I will always
cherish you BUT you are not right for me.

By this point, I was sobbing so much that I could not even understand what he was saying any more. I hate this crap. For real. I find a good guy and things are going really really well. Then he changes his mind about me making me feel like I am not good enough. I feel lied to and led on. I mean, I followed all my new rules that I established after the boy fast. I did not pursue him. He asked me for my phone number. He started calling me every day! He kissed me and he told me that he loved me first. I did not go out of my way to convince him of how amazing I was. He was totally into me! He made me feel good and gave me the attention that I needed. Then one day he says that things are going way to fast. I am sorry...but who set the speed on this thing, it sure wasn't me. Every time he is around me, he gives me attention, holds my hand, greats me with a kiss, makes me feel like I am special and tells me how great it is and how much he loves spending time with me. Then, he goes back home and talks to me like we are only friends. Confusing! Then, a few weeks later he says it's over. Rejection hurts in any form, but this was seriously crap. He could have waited till we were in person...like next week when he was coming up. He could have waited so it was not the second I got back from a vacation there by ruining the good feelings I was vibing on and hoping to take back to work with me. He could have waited so it was more personal and easier for me to understand, but that would not have been easier for him. Now it is off his chest and he can sleep easier. He can go back to bachelor life and not worry about me getting in his way. All I have to say is I am hurting a lot and trying to do the best I can to understand.

So, I roll all night in bed. Woke up almost every hour and each time, the first thought that went through my head was "he dumped you." What the heck? Why was I forced to relive this horrible moment for the rest of the night like I was hearing the news for the first time? Endless torment.

I looked out the window this morning and saw that Aslan had disappeared and the white witch had her evil little way covering the world with 5 inches of snow. Where is my sunny Lancaster? I tried to leave early for work since I commute 30 minutes each way and snow can slow down that trip. I rolled up my jeans to my shins and threw on some boots but carried my high heals in hand. I needed to stay dry but still be fashionable so I brought the sass with me to change into later. Also in hand, was my breakfast - a bowl of apples, my lunch, and a pitcher of water. The water at school comes out of the faucet a light brown color...yuck!!! Well, I got about a 1/3 of the way down and decided to ride the left side of my body down the stairs and my ankle in particularly. In all this commotion my breakfast landed on each stair with the bowl rolling into the driveway. The pitcher of water some how cracked in half and my body got drenched in all the water. My rolled up jeans with full of chunky sticky snow and my ankle was a bloody pulp. Which I am sad that I forgot to take a picture of cause it looked real good!

I pulled myself up just as the neighbor looked up from his car and asked me if I had fallen and was okay. Not sure how to respond to this one. Lie through my teeth I guess. I picked up my breakfast and don't you worry, I ate every bit all covered in snow as I knew I would not have time to cook another apple in the microwave. I went upstairs right as the girls were coming out. I warned them on the treacherous nature that lay before them and went in the house to get some dry pants. I came back out to see the neighbor helping Reese clean the snow off her car. They made some comments about me being safe and I replied with something about how I was sure that I would be falling again very shortly. Low and behold...bah-da-bing bah-da-boom rode my body down the stairs again. This time I left my poor broken little body at the bottom of the stairs while my fellow friends helped themselves to a good hardy laugh. To which I replied, "I give up! I am done with this life. You can have me back, I am through." My feeble attempts did not work.

I hobbled to the car, for sure that my bloody stump of a nub was broken for sure this time and attempted to scrap the snow off my car. The neighbor came to help me with his trusty broom and together we dug my car out of this cave of wonders that set in upon our warm feelings of spring and 75 degree weather. He was totally cute and backed me out of the driveway...giving me the "go ahead" when all the traffic had passed. I made it to work and decided to roll my pants back down, change from the boots to the heals and hobble into the office for a little first aid assistance. I was jumping out of the car and noticed that I left both front and rear passenger doors unlocked. Yikes! Almost had a stolen car. Into the office I limped and was directed to the location where I would be able to assist myself in the much needed first aid. The secretary finally came back after I washed the blood off and looked like a dear in head lights staring into the first aid kit with bewilderment. By this time I was late and had no time to go up stairs and copy everything I needed, grab the books for the day, and get stuff set up for the class. I also knew that if I went upstairs there was no way this ankle would make it back downstairs to get those kids in 3 minutes. Who was I kidding I would not even be able to make it up those stairs in 3 minutes.

I did what I kid with getting the class started as normal so as to keep the kids on a regular routine. The last thing you want to do is not follow your routine with 5 and 6 year olds when you are having a bad day. Instant double bad day! I did sit the kids down and talked to them about what a bad day is, let them examine my bandaged leg and had them brainstorm about what they could do today to make my day happy. I got some good responses including singing me the ABC's and having another dance party at lunch. I for sure acknowledged the responses that included "listening when the teacher is talking and doing what the teacher asks us to."

The day went mostly as normal with only one kid going to the principals office. I was wicked sad from the loss of relationship from last night, but tried to do as much as I could to get my mind off of it and my broken body. I did math tutoring after school and started prepping for the next day and much needed projects I have been working on in the classroom. Around 5pm I start packing it up and getting ready to go. I had a relief society planning meeting at 6 that I had to get to and if you recall I work 30 minutes away. I gathered all my stuff and much to my dismay could not find my keys. Why now? Why today? I never ever ever lose my keys. I tried to stay some what positive...yeah right? I went down to the office with a prayer in my heart that I would find them in the first aid kit. Hey, you never know right? Well, as you guessed it, they were not there. I trucked on out to car with a sinking feeling that got deeper with each step I took towards that car. Yep...there they were, shinning in the ignition. I broke down at this point. That is right. I full on started crying in my work parking lot. I called Katy with a plea to search the basement for unopened boxes that may or may not contain a magical spare key to save my at this point, pathetic life. Reese and Katy took on that beast and lest we not forget that the kitty litter is down there and we have been on vacation for a week with a cat that was locked in the house. They are my unsung heroes!

They did not find the key but jumped in the car with coat hangers and a quest to rescue an intensely delirious red head. I went back inside and googled, "how to open a honda civic with a coat hanger." I kid you not! My two high school janitors stopped by and listened to my sorrows. Then, they went outside to try and jimmy rig my door open. Kate and Reese showed up and tried to do the same on the other side. We made some good dents and scratches to the window frame, but nothing opened. They suggested that I leave my car, go home to search for the key, and if it does not turn up, just ride into town with Katy tomorrow since she is subbing at my school. If necessary we could call a locksmith tomorrow. I thought this sounded like a fair plan, then I remembered where I work. Oh yeah, the gang zone in Ogden. Hmmmm, should I leave my locked car with the keys in the ignition in the parking lot. Let's examine this closer. The principal left the keys in his mini van it wound up on its way to Mexico full of drugs and minus a crappy standard issued radio. The second I walk out of the parking lot I am sure some one would pop that door open and off they go with a free ride!

So, I called a locksmith and $45 bucks later the door was open. Thank you knight in shining armor. I jumped in and turned the key and nothing! Could this day get any worse? What has happened to my life? I know what you are thinking too. There is no way that all this has really happened. Lolly is just making this stuff up. It is to much to believe! Well I kid not. I threw my head back and let out a stress scream. Climbed out of my car and got into Reese's. We went and got some jumper cables since none of us are prepared for such an occasion. Drove back to the school, jumped the heck out of my car and finally got on the road at about 6:30pm.

I headed for my meeting which if I was lucky I would get to about 7pm. No big deal, an hour late to a planning meeting. I pull out the address when I start to get close and begin the search for an address that seemed to not exist. I pulled out my phone to call and get some directions right as it died! Who knew that I was going to spend so much time on my phone today with text and calls trying to keep my life from tanking. Guess I am not getting directions. I turned my car around and circled around 3 more times and in frustration headed back home. So much for me magnifying my new calling. I drove home to make some dinner and collapse on the couch at now 7:30. Should I cry more or start laughing? Honestly. Is it seriously possible to piss off the entire universe so much that they cosmically draw every power against you in a 24 hour period? How did any of this seriously happen and all at the same time.

P.S. Did I mention that my ankle has started to make a crunching sound when I walk on it now? C'est la vie right?