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Tuesday, July 19, 2011

Bad, Bad Day

I don't usually complain (Ryan and my parents would say that is a lie). I am a pretty optimistic gal, not a negative nelly. BUT TODAY I had the kind of luck Beckie Jackson has when she gets on an airplane....NOT GOOD!
First of all, I got up to go running and my friends, especially my old roommates (Flash, Brooke, Al, etc.), I am the one to get up in the morning and get my stuff done. This morning I woke up early and went running to beat the heat. Well, that was not the case this morning. IT WAS STEAMING. Plus 3 miles would be a cakewalk for me usually. I had to walk a block or two just to keep from passing out.
Then to top things off all Jack wanted to do was go outside and play fetch. He is awesome at fetch. If there was a contest on Animal Planet, I would enter him in it. He is that good! So we had to take the ball inside and toss it around a bit to keep him occupied. During our time inside I decided to call my mother. In the middle of our conversation Jack starts to pee. Luckily my mom can get past the swearing and recognize my maturity level.
Thirdly at about 12:30pm, as I was just about to make lunch starved, our smoke alarms go off. Our smoke alarms=the most annoying sound in the world. I walked into the hallway by our bedroom and the wall was so wet. The ceiling was steaming above our attic. With the smoke alarms still blurring I rushed to get the battery out and ran to Menards (again another trip to our favorite store) to get a fan. I am so thankful for dads because I called my dad first to see if he had any ideas on how to better the situation. Then with Dennis's help I was able to get the problem resolved. After returning from the store I started the fan and dehumidifier, and wiped down the walls. (Thanks to Dennis's advice!) My heartbeat slowed and I was able to settle down. Talk about freaking out! I was mad, hurried, hungry, and not a happy camper. Just a bad, bad, Beckie Jackson airplane ride I guess. (Sorry Beck, I still love you!)

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