Surprise, Surprise.

Would you look at that, it’s been exactly one month since my last update. No excuses other than sheer laziness and extreme busyness. Contradictions? Right. They’re both however true. Excuses are not what I’m here for though. I came to tell you about a giant surprise that I got two weeks ago. It’s hard to believe that it was already two weeks ago, but that’s where that extreme busyness comes in to play. My brother took a trip to Michigan to visit our family and then headed to Indiana for the wedding of one of his college roommates. I planned to pick him up late on Thursday night from the airport when he arrived back. I was trying not to have to circle the airport 5 times since I was a bit early, so I was keeping a watchful eye out for him exiting the building while slowly creeping along. Just as the security officer was waving at me to get a move on it,  I turned to look and there he was.  Not only with his backpack behind him, but another special traveler. My jaw hit the middle console…surprise! It was my mom. I couldn’t believe me eyes and I didn’t really have to time to either, because by this time the security officer was shooing us out of the way. We managed to get out of the airport and I managed to form words with my mouth besides “Whaat?!” My mom had been telling me she wanted to come visit for my birthday, but that time had come and gone and the ticket prices had been outrageous! She happened to find a decent airfare and decided to go for it. That’s one of the things I love about my mom, she is one of thee most spontaneous people I have ever encountered. It’s great. I later found out that every single person in my family slipped up along the way and pretty much gave it away that she was coming to surprise me. I must have been really preoccupied, because I didn’t suspect a thing. Not even a smidgen.

I just have to tell you though about our one crazy day when nothing seemed to go our way, nothing at all. My mom happened to plan to come on the last weekend of the month which also happens to correlate with the “First Mondays” Flea Market in Canton, Tx. We had been talking for awhile about wanting to go together. I never really thought it would happen, but here she was on the right days! Although I had informed her that the name “First Mondays” was rather deceiving since the flea market wasn’t actually open on Mondays, only the weekend before the first Monday of each month. She somehow missed this vital information (all 4 times I gave it to her) and had planned on going on Monday, my day off. I informed her we would have to go on Sunday, but my brother was also leading the praise and worship at our church that week. Of course our mother couldn’t miss that, so we decided to leave as soon as church was over and high tail it the hour and twenty minutes it takes to get to Canton.

We got a late start…go figure. Let’s add to that a stop for gas and a stop at the drive thru of Wendy’s for a quick bite to eat. By this time we’re still doing okay. Not great, but still okay. We’re driving on 1-35 about to exit onto I-20 when some guys in a truck next to us start honking and pointing at us. I knew right then that unfortunately they weren’t just cat calling at us:), but that we must have had a flat tire or something could quite possibly have just fallen off our vintage Buick Century. We pulled over to asses the damage and sure enough…flat tire. We were right near a Wal-Mart, so we decided our best bet would be to go and get the flat fixed. Hoping and praying that they wouldn’t be busy on a Sunday afternoon or that they could just get us in and out, I held onto a tiny piece of hope. WRONG. We spent the next hour and a half in the waiting room of the Wal-Mart garage. So much for the flea market. Sad day. We decided not to let it get the best of us, and my mom suggested we find a thrift store. I thought she might like the St. Vincent DePaul, because it’s quite large and it was open until 6:00. We made a pit stop at Oddfellows for cappuccinos since coffee can just about always make everything better. Then headed about 20 minutes farther north into Dallas to the thift store. Upon arriving (an hour before they were supposed to close), we found that for some reason on that day only,  they had closed early. Whomp, whomp, whomp, Strike 2.

About this time I realized I had had too much water to drink at Oddfellows and all I could think about was finding somewhere to use the facilities!  Then all of a sudden out of nowhere all I could think about was the random heartburn that decided to make an appearance and take over my chest. I swear I’ve only had heartburn a few times in my life. The other times being in high school when we used to stop at Burger King for breakfast before FCA. I finally concluded that the BK hash browns were the culprit and stopped eating them. I honestly don’t think I’ve had a case of heartburn since then. So I kinda felt like I might be dying and also about to pee my pants. Not a good combination. Out of desperation I pulled over at a park to use the porta-potty. I marched right up to it psyching  myself up to use it. I opened the door and immediately slammed it back shut. No. Freaking. way. Not gonna happen.

We eventually found ourselves sitting in the parking lot of a Race Trac gas station feeling quite defeated. My mom decided I needed to eat something to cure my heartburn? I don’t think that’s an official remedy, but she grabbed me a lunchable and some water anyway, and grabbed herself a bag of pretzels. We decided since we had driven all the way up there, that we should at least check out the park with the horrendous porta-potty. We sat at the park, ate our snacks and split the tiny chocolate bar that came with my fancy meats and cheeses. It was a beautiful day so we took a walk around the lake and got to catch up on life. You know, even though we didn’t make it to the flea market (which still makes me sad) and the thrift store was closed, and I thought for about 30 minutes that I was too young to die, and the park was littered with Police presence, it turned out to be a great day and a memory that I don’t think either of us will soon forget.

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2 thoughts on “Surprise, Surprise.

  1. Natalie says:

    And then you tried to do facetime with your friends in Kentucky, but she was too much in labor and trying to appease her kids and husband to get past the part of the story with the flat tire. 😦 I really did feel like a jerk, but I am glad that I got to hear the story now!

  2. melissa says:

    No way! You are not a jerk at all! I think the part about you being in labor, trying to appease your kids and also your husband sound like pretty darn good excuses:). Sorry you had to endure that whole blog it was a lengthy one. Excited to see you soon!

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