This Blizzard Just Might Kill Me (Part 2)

Huz went away on his yearly snowboard trip and was supposed to be back home yesterday. His flight got canceled, and whenever he changed his flight, that would be canceled. So it was a nightmare.

In any case, I had to shovel our car out, so, when he did eventually come back, I could go pick him up from the airport. I WAS NOT looking forward to that part. I did not want to shovel snow by myself. But I didn't really have a choice.

So yesterday afternoon, after the snow finally stopped falling, I decided to get a head start with the task. Shoveling wasn't so bad because the snow was fluffy and not very hard to shovel. After a few minutes, I went to go back inside to get something.

That was when I realized the door was locked.

I effing locked myself out! No Huz. No car keys. No phone. I only had a friggin' shovel on me!!

How did I lock myself out?? I walked out the house and, out of habit, I turned the lock. It was the worst feeling in the world...realizing my mistake.

I felt like the stupid person in the world!

I started to panic. I couldn't help thinking about the direness of my situation. My husband wasn't around. I was by myself. The blizzard just ended, and there was no way a locksmith was going to be open. And if one were, it would take them hours to get to me. I never gave anyone an extra key just in case. If I wasn't crying, I would have been laughing.

Luckily, a neighbor was outside shoveling and lent me his phone. I called Tina. And started bawling. I am usually a strong person. But at that moment, I really did feel both helpless and hopeless. I didn't know what to do!

My neighbor probably thought I was a whack-a-doodle.

Tina felt so bad for me. She said she was coming to get me right away. Of course, she had to shovel her car out first, and that was going to take forever. And she had to brave the roads, which were probably not all plowed yet. Ugh!

Even though Tina was coming for me, I still had to try to find a locksmith. My neighbor had a yellow pages app on his iPhone. So I tried the first locksmith listed in my area. However, I really thought it was going to be hopeless. But I had to try.

The phone rang a couple times, and someone actually picked up! Couldn't believe it. I told him the situation and asked if he could come out that day. He responded that he just needed to dust off his car a little and should be over in 15 minutes. I couldn't believe my luck.

I was the luckiest unluckiest person ever! First losing my car and finding my car the night before. And then this.

While waiting for the locksmith to come, I continued shoveling, which is what I was going to do anyway. Before I was even finished, he came and let me in.

It was a hell of a weekend. But I came out unscathed...only just with a little less money in my pocket. But that's not bad at all. I can't complain.

This Blizzard Just Might Kill Me (Part 1)

I had plans with a friend last night that I didn't want to cancel. Plus I didn't believe that the weather was going to be as bad as they say. Blizzard? Yeah right. My firm even closed early in anticipation of the snow. I laughed! Like really. The snow was purportedly supposed to start in the afternoon. There wasn't any snow even when I left work.

At my friend's house, we made and ate dinner, and it still hadn't started snowing yet. We even started a movie, and still no snow. Then later in the night, we finally see it. There was already 2-3 inches on the ground. I for some reason wasn't worried. Bah, whatever, I thought. Let's finish watching the movie, and then I'll head out.

By the time I left his house, there was a lot more snow on the ground. I was walking to my car to drive home. But there was only one problem. My car was gone.

I didn't realize I parked on a snow emergency route. All cars on that road had been towed. My friend said that they sometimes just move the car to another street. I really hoped that was the case because the alternative was a lot worse--that my car was impounded, which would really effing suck.

So we set out in search of my car. I pressed my car alarm every time I saw a silver car. "Here car car," I said. We only walked a few blocks, and I had a sort of feeling about this one street. So I insisted we try it. The next moment, I heard the sweet sound of my car alarm. Yes!!

However, by this time, the snow was really falling. I knew the ride home was not going to be fun. I didn't live very close either. Probably more than 30 miles away.

I drove not one minute before I realized that driving home was probably a baaaaddd idea. But I was determined to get home. I wanted desperately to be home.

I also wanted to live, so I took my time. I didn't drive any faster than 30 mph. Yes, I realize that is slow. But I didn't want to risk going any faster.

My heart was pounding. My palms were sweaty, and my body was rigid. I was a nervous wreck. Slowly but surely, I made my way home. I made it alive!! I only had to endure one long tortuous hour of terror, stress, and every other horrible emotion you can imagine. But I was home!!

All I could think was, "That was the stupidest thing I've ever f**king done!" Never again.

You'd think I was done doing stupid things. Well, then you'd be wrong. The story unfortunately doesn't end there.

Home Sweet Home

I got caught with my pants down! Well, not literally. Huz's co-workers came over this weekend. And I wasn't thinking at all. Because the next minute, Huz's co-worker said, "It's still Christmas?"

OMG! The friggin' Christmas tree was up...and still is. I forget that people don't usually keep their tree up until February. So I didn't even notice...didn't even really think about it. How embarrassing.

Then immediately after that I started looking at my house as an outsider. Suddenly, all the mess and the flaws were highlighted for me. Here are the thoughts that ran through my head:

Oh, God, the coffee table is covered with crap. We are pigs!

Ahhh! The dining room isn't furnished, and we've lived here for two years. They must think we are weirdos.

We don't have any paintings or pictures up. Our house must look so dull and uninviting. Ugh!

Oh, crap, I left my feminine napkins out in the bathroom.

Ewww, my turtle tank needs to be cleaned...badly.

I'm not usually conscious of these things. I come home and go about my business. I tidy up but only one in a while. We have been thinking about furnishing the dining room and decorating our house for months. Keyword is "thinking." We just haven't gotten around to it.

Huz's co-workers didn't even go in the basement or upstairs. Thank goodness. In the basement, they would find Huz's hockey gear spread out on the floor getting aired out. Upstairs, they'd find our third bedroom empty except for a shelf and random boxes. And there are clothes (mostly Huz's) all over the floor of the master bedroom. *sheepish*

Even though our house isn't perfect. I still love it here. I feel comfortable here. It's the home that I share with the man that I love. Yeah, it needs some improvement. Hopefully, it'll happen soon. But until then, I'll continue enjoying my Christmas tree way past Christmas.

Get LOST Tonight!

The new and final season of Lost starts tonight! I'm so excited. I have followed this show through thick and thin and will finally see it pay off. Well, that's the hope at least.

Usually by the time a new season starts, I've already completely forgotten the last season. So being the great husband that he is, Huz found a 8-minute clip that recaps everything. I'm sure I am not the only one, so here it is.


After every episode and after every season, I have more questions than answers. Supposedly all of the big questions will be answered this season. Yay!

Here are some of those questions:

Spoiler alert!

1. Is Juliet really dead? Why did the screen flash white instead of black?
2. Who is Jacob really?
3. Who is the man in black? Is Locke really dead?
4. What is up with Richard Alpert? How old is he really? How has he lived so long?
5. What is Ilana's story? What are Ilana and company up to?
6. Will Jin and Sun finally be reunited?
7. Will Kate end up with Jack or Sawyer?
8. What happens to Desmond? Sayid? Claire? Hurley? Eloise? Miles?
9. Did Jack's plan to change the future actually work?
10. Will everyone get their happy ending?

I have more questions but just can't think of any more now. =p

Here are some ultimate questions that may never be answered. Who knows?
- How did the island come to be exactly?
- Why can the island travel in time?
- Why is Ben such a sonabitch?
- Why is Sawyer such a hottie?

I Should Be a Freakin' Hand Model

Aren't my nails pureetttyy? Aren't my wedding rings blingin'?

I should be a hand model. Don't you agree??

I do exclusively french tip on my nails. Even when I was younger, I've always admired pretty manicured hands with french tip. I think it looks sophisticated. Don't you?

You may be surprised to know that my nails are real and that I did them myself. Yup, it's true. And no, I never worked at a nail salon or anything like that. I'm just very talented, ya know. ;)

You don't know how many times I find out that someone thinks my nails are fake. What? Really??

Well, I guess I am lucky. I have good nails. I get it from my mom.

I do have to admit something though. I'm surprised how nice my hands look in the pictures from my blackberry. You can't tell that they are dry as heck. Haha. I basically have crocodile skin. Oh, well, at least my nails are pretty.