Wow- I just can't make some of this _____up!

Well, it has been a while since I have posted some of the crazy stuff that happens to me. (trying to keep it G-rated today). So here goes. Enjoy a window into my life.

I am a member of the Brandon MOPS (Mother of Preschoolers) and was asked to be on the steering committee, yeah!!! We are meeting two nights this week to plan out the year and make discussion and get a sense of direction. I was like a sponge taking it all in, excited to be apart of the group, feeling like the Lord is helping me in my walk through MOPS. Overall, great meeting, a lot of time to commit but I will make it happen.

On my way home, the meeting was at a mentor's home in the country, still in Brandon. Once the Pilot hit the pavement, my mind was spinning with ideas and I was just following the flow of traffic, when all of a sudden I see the flashing blue and red lights and have a "oh s__t moment." Crap! Why me. So I pull over and watch as the remaining member of the steering committee pass me as I proceed to listen to the officer tell me I was speeding. Really, didn't know that! I provide my information and tell him I was at a MOPS steering committee and thought the speed limit was 55. Where did this dude come from? I did not see him hiding and lurching in the bushes.

As I wait for the verdict I notice my gas light has come on, perfect! Bring it on! I hope someone upstairs it getting a kick out of me.

The officer comes back with my registration and license and tells me I am just getting a warning, thank you Lord. And then begins to ask me about MOPS and who can come, does your child have to be in preschool, how long has the program been in Brandon, when does it start, where do we meet. As publicity co-chair I felt I needed to answer these questions, plus he gave me a warning, I better answer all of these questions with pep and excitement.

After the chit-chat with Mr. Officer I made it home to see the remains of Ella's clothes from that day in the garage, popcorn in bowls and the bag, and a sleeping child. I didn't tell Kyle about the ticket, figured I would wait until today.

Now it gets even better, I thought I had a South Dakota Communicators board meeting this morning, so I proceeded to get Ella up a little earlier, remember I have no gas in my car. Luckily Ella, once awakened is happy and excited for the day, oh to be two! We head out the door, to Casey's to fill the Honda up, was under $70 bucks, this should get me through a week in a half of trips to work and daycare.

Hold on, here is the meat of the story. So I make it to the meeting location for the board meeting, order a bagel and coffee, might as well treat myself, only... to spill coffee all over, and I mean, all over myself. And of course I am not wearing black, by gray, so now I have brown spots all over my shirt. I was wise enough to wear a long necklace that competes with it, but hey at least I had that much foresight this morning.

As I proceed to wait for the remaining board members I start to think today may not be the meeting, so I call the office and speak to my coworker who checks my email to find the meeting is next Tuesday, not this Tuesday. Nice. So now I have slide under a ticket, no gas, woke child early, rushed to location for meeting, spill coffee all over front of shirt, and will now it will appear I am late to work and hunger with my bagel to hand. And to top it off, at work, the managers all meet on Tuesday morning and we have huge glass windows for them to see everyone come in and check the on time and tardiness. Well, being I show up a good 25 minutes late, wonder if the noticed....yup.

What a great professional I am. Help! And the positive side, it's pay day! Lets hope I can stay in my office, keep a low profile and not spill anything else on myself.