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OH MY GOD! I am so damn stupid that sometimes, I even surprise myself with my own stupidity. For some reason, I always seem to think I know what I’m doing so I make plans and then, I belatedly find out how stupid and impulsive those plans were.
Case in point: I decided that I would take a marble sculpture class as my birthday present this summer. I used to sculpt in marble but over the years, I couldn’t find the time or studio space to do so and I eventually quit. However, out of all the things I’ve tried in my life, this one was one of my passions. After doing some research with Andie, we found a class in the Sonoma Valley that seemed perfect for my needs. I could stay for as many days as I wanted and the instructor had a style that completely suited me.
My goal was to relearn how to use all the various and sundry tools and also, a refresher course on a pneumatic hammer. A pneumatic hammer you say? Yes, one Mother’s Day, many years ago, I received both a pneumatic hammer and a compressor as my present. Beat that gals!
At any rate, I found the spot and made my reservation. I paid my deposit, reserved a hotel room and stupidly booked my flights – non-refundable of course. The first thing that happens is that Kevin tells me he had been planning on coming out there to meet me so we could spend some time together in the Sonoma Valley where we had never been. Oops! But no worries, I was sure that I could switch my non-changeable, non-refundable tickets. Kevin said “I thought you were going to wait on booking the flights.” Hmmm…
But today…TODAY… I realized that my cousin from England is coming to stay with us from July 10-14th, coincidentally, the exact same days I just booked the course in California. This trip has been planned for a while but I TOTALLY forgot about it, as the exact dates had never been written down. I stressed about this my entire spin class and just called my cousin and YEP, same fucking dates.
So, even though the Sculpture people called me yesterday to CONFIRM MY DATES, today I have to call and change them, and the room, and the flights. Seriously, this is a colossal nightmare and I booked through Travelocity and they can be pains in the ass about this type of shit.
The problem is that I am so impulsive. When I get excited about something I tend to dive into it completely so when I found a date that worked I jumped in: hook, line and sinker. Now, I’m screwed. I’m sure I’ll figure it out…I always do but I feel confident that I will be paying penalty fees galore.
Oh well, this is pretty damn typical of my life which is always feast or famine. Normally I don’t have much going on but I’m trying to schedule this trip, BlogHer, a trip to Vermont as well as a trip up to Washington, DC to see Keely; all in the space of two months. In the middle of this Daniel has 3 lacrosse tournaments and I was hoping to run up to Type A Parents conference although that’s not looking so good.
Well, enough is enough with my bitching and moaning. It’s time to go into travel agent mode and begin another day of triage on my own life. Sometimes, even I can’t put up with me.
I’m just saying …