The vanishing post

I spent a good long while writing this wonderful post about the ridiculously selfish thing I did tonight…and then it vanished. Tonight, I am on my daughter’s computer, and I put curse words in the post, and Safari decided suddenly, it couldn’t establish a “secure connection” to my blog when I tried to save it. Apparently I forgot that I set parental controls on this computer. To hide curse words in the dictionary. Effing fabulous. Sign me up for Mom of the Year, right now.

So.

I’m tired now, and frustrated, which defeats the whole purpose of the freaking self-indulgent, glorious 45 minutes I spent tonight….focusing on me. When I get back to my laptop tomorrow, I promise to rewrite it.

Until then….goodnight!

xo,

N

We must not forget ALABAMA…..

Not to downplay the importance of the demise of Osama Bin Laden, but….WE MUST NOT FORGET OUR BROTHERS AND SISTERS IN NEED IN ALABAMA. The following is a comprehensive list of the hardest hit areas and information on how to help each community specifically. Please share the information in any way you can, as these small rural towns are not receiving media attention, and therefore the supplies they need. I beg you, please get the word out!!!!!!

Sweet Home Alabama needs our help….

As you all have probably seen on the news, Alabama, my home state, suffered devastating damage on April 27, 2011, due to a wave of tornados. The carnage…yes, that’s the right word….is simply beyond comprehension. Entire communities have been obliterated. Families have been left with nothing but their lives and the clothes they were wearing when disaster struck. Among the hardest hit areas is Tuscaloosa, which is home to my alma mater, The University of Alabama. It’s no longer the city I once lived in, and will never be again. So heartbreaking. And beyond that, other areas hit equally hard are Pleasant Grove, Cordova, East Limestone, Pratt City, Alberta City, Rosedale and Forest Lake. People in these communities are in dire need of basic necessities, including blankets, pillows, baby formula, diapers, wipes, towels, batteries, flashlights, feminine hygiene products, deodorant, toothbrushes, toothpaste, soap, non-perishable food items, and bottled drinking water. If you can help with any of these items, please contact me at calibamanancy@me.com for information on where to send the donations. 

Or, if you want to help, but can’t donate tangible goods, what about buying a t-shirt whose proceeds benefit the cause?  I have posted the link in a separate blog post on here. 

Thanks in advance, and God Bless You all 🙂 

Fender bender.

Got into one yesterday. Picture this…. During rush hour traffic yesterday, The Beans and I are in the family truckster sitting at the bottom of an off-ramp, preparing to turn right onto my desired road. Lady in BRAND NEW Toyota Camry is stopped in front of me. She lets off the gas and moves forward, pulling onto the road…..or so I think. I look left to double check that it’s clear, let off my gas slightly and roll forward……RIGHT INTO HER BUMPER!! Yes, folks, she stopped again, while I had my head turned.  So I speed around her and take off….LOL. I’M KIDDING. Pulled off into a dirt patch just to the right. I get out and approach her car. What I find is a little Korean lady behind the wheel, with her head in her hands. Tap, tap, tap on the window.  She opens the door and says, “You hit my car. You understand? It’s new car.” I say, “I’m so sorry. I didn’t realize you’d stopped again. There doesn’t appear to be any damage. Are you okay?” We walk to the back of the car and she points out what is the equivalent of a DOOR DING on her bumper (see pic below), and there is not so much as a scratch anywhere else, nor is there any damage to my tank. “You see this? You do this to my new car. You understand, it’s your fault” she says. With that, a light bulb goes off in my head! She’s done this before, knows the drill, and is trying to make me say it’s my fault. Well, I am prepped and ready to switch from sweet young mom with Southern drawl, to full on Southern Bitch if necessary. I mean, it’s a DING, for crying out loud. Build a bridge and get over it!! Luckily it didn’t get fiery. I simply replied, “I understand you stopped short in front of me, and I can see a ding in your bumper. Let’s exchange information.” Thirty minutes later, I have H.K.’s number with photos of her DINGED BUMPER, and she has every piece of info about me, just short of what color my underwear was (black, btw)! Although I was rattled, The Man was not even phased by the info when I told him. He cracked open some vino and said let the insurance companies duke it out. That’s why we pay them, right? But for the record, if you stop short in front of someone, for no reason (or you have an Obama/Biden bumper sticker on your car) you deserve to get dinged. Just sayin’.