I just know the universe was trying to tell me something
PLANS FOR THE DAY*Get up early and out the door
*Grab a quicky breakfast
*Drive leisurely to Boston
*Have PLENTY of TIME to take care of Steph's college needs (see counselor on getting loans and fix financial aid mix up)
*HAVE PLENTY OF TIME TO STROLL AROUND BOSTON
*HAVE PLENTY OF TIME TO VISIT WITH LYNDA,TOM,BOO AND COMPANY
*Be relaxed when we went on the birthday adventure
Yeah right, like that would all fall into place. I mean what could go wrong, right?
"Get up early and out the door
Grab a quicky breakfast"Well, we woke up pretty early I suppose and went down to the hotel breakfast buffet where I proceeded to stock up on muffins and donuts and oranges to snack on while we strolled about in Boston. I think this may have triggered a karmatic negative chain of events. I also "borrowed" extra napkins.
Lynda calls, the perpetually concerned, well orchastrated sister.
"You want to get going early. You want to beat traffic. Are you sure you can make it?" Lynda asks concered.
Of course we were going to make it. We had plenty of time. PLENTY!! I thought to myself
"I just got to print out the directions and we are off." I reassure her.
But during the printing I run out of black ink right after the first page.
KRAPP! KRAPP! KRAPP!!!!!
Now just before we left to come back to this land of Happy Happy Joy Joy, I said to Mike (who in no way helped me to pack or load up the cars and then complained we got a late start leaving, never mind the fact he spent several hours playing softball),
" I just got to load up these last two (mini plastic) drawers"
"Oh Missy we do not need it. There is no room. Get it next time"
Well, it turned out I did need it. For it contained the precious (prefilled by yours truly) black ink cartridges.
UUUUGH!!!!!!
So, I managed to find two empty black ones in the draw I did have with me mixed in the colored cartridges.
So I scrambled to fill one up and then realized I had filled an Epson Cartridge (my old printer) and not the Canon.
I sucked up what was now left of the now foaming black ink into the ink filling syringe (sorry junkies, ink purposes only) and got ink all over my fingers
UUUUGH!!!!!
I place the semi filled cartridge in the printer but nothing is printing correctly
UUUUUUUGH!!!!!!
I now have to go down to the lobby and pray one of the "community" PCs are available.
The elevator decides to play "possessed by the devil" and flounders up and down between floor 3 (my floor) and floor 4 (the highest it goes).
I think, "now what if this sucker snaps it's cables and crashes to the ground"
I wonder how much I would get in a settlement.
I think about how it would pay for Steph's college and allow me an out from KrappaTurdShitz.
Would I burn in hell for such thoughts? No, just in the elevator. or at the very worse get stuck in a 5x4x7 metal cube that heats up like the Arizona Desert and has the humidity of a steaming cup of mule sweat.
I feel relieved when the doors finally empty on the first floor.
Yay, and a PC is available. So I print out directions and tons of maps in a variety of views.
So we are just a bit off schedule but we will be on our way, very soon.
Back into the lift from Satin's lair then back into the room, I ask Steph to help Brandon get ready as I get dressed....but, but....where the *%#*#@* is my bra?
We...um, I search frantically for the only bra that does not cruelly dig into my shoulders with razor sharp straps. Finally I freak at the kids to please help me look or I was giving up and not going.
I swear I thought I was going to lose my mind.
I mean, not for nothing my "booby trap", as Brandon calls it, is big enough to use as a hammock, FOR TWO!!!. How could it dissapear in such a small place?
Then the little imp of knowledge that lives in my head looked up from it's Game Boy, or whatever it was that distracts it on a regular basis, from doing its job, and says to me
"did you look in your back pack?"WTF? So I did and it was there...Mystery solved...or is it?
So finally we are off and running through the lobby and out the door and into the mini van and I turn the ignition and...nothing, not even a sputter.
My car battery was dead.
Steph's face washed over with a pale look of panic and dissapointment.
"Don't worry Baby, we will get there"
I go back into the lobby and ask if anyone can give me a jump.
Jeff, the new assistant manager, and son to the receptionist at Mike's job (small town coincidence?)offers his assistance.
This kid, yes kid, is sweet and adorable and very polite.
We discuss this and that while waiting to see if my poor Villager can be resurrected.
It must have been at least 101 degrees out there.
Mike said he would come on lunch break to save us if it did not start.
Finally after many futile attempts (and the final one before we were to announced time of death) the ignition finally rumbled into a Beethoven symphany.
I thanked Jeff profusely and called Mike back who wanted me to drive to his job while the van was still running to see if it needed a new battery.
His job is a fifteen to twenty minute ride further from Boston.
But I did not want to take the chance and stall out again.
So over to Middle-Of-Nowhere-Burro for Mike to take a quick glance and say, yeah your OK.
Well he did add more coolant, but by now we were way off schedule.
So off we go again but now I have to stop for gas.
After I swipe my plastic money at the pump I get greeted with a message flashing "card expired" while a shrill beep emulating from it's innards.
So I have no choice but to use the higher interest rated card being it was August 2nd, two days after the other card became invalid.
But why did I not receive a new one?
"Steph, maybe the universe is trying to tell us something. Maybe we should go straight Lynda's and try Boston tomorrow?"
But she wanted to get this over with.
So off to Boston we go.
*Drive leisurely to BostonIn the city we drive around for a half hour searching for the college parking lot. My car starts to make a rattling sound below us. I pray it does not break down in this horrendous heat.
There is a gate thingy and no attendant.
A sign says to press the call box.
We cannot find one.
Steph calls the number given in case of such an event.
"Yes, uh, hum" I hear her say into her cell phone ( I then wondered 'what if a person did not have a cell phone, would they be stranded before the gate forever?), "we are only staying an hour"
Then magically the gate rises. Brandon freaks out wondering how that happened without an attendant in the attendant box.
So in I drive and find visitor parking. Three spaces in which two are reserved for group van parking.
We are group are we not? But I take the regular space but have to actually park halfway onto the group van space or else the kids could not get out of the vehicle due to the fact there was a fence blocking their exit.
So out of the van and Steph is off and running like a cheetah with a mission and Bran is lagging behind about to have a coronary from the heat as most 8 year olds tend to have in their frail old bodies.
And I am in the middle trying to keep up with my daughter without losing my son.
*Have PLENTY of TIME to take care of Steph's college needs (see counselor on getting loans and fix financial aid mix up)It is about two thirty by now.
In the school we find the financial aid office. As we are walking in the counselors office my cell rings.
It was Lynda.
"I have to call you back" I mumble on the phone as Steph glares at me for taking the call, "I will explain
My Story Of What Happened later"
Then we come to find out that woman who is suppose to help us is actually an idiot in disguise.
"You are not on our appointment list"
"No, we were told we should just come in and that we do not need an appointment" (This I was told after trying a gazillion times to actually get a live person on the phone and after telling this actually live person that we were coming in from NY)
So the idiot in disguise types Steph's info and tells us "You are not in the system"
I think at that point she was contently finished with her services to us and expected us to leave.
I tried to explain her coworker, Laura (the actual live person on the phone), found us on the system when I spoke to her yesterday.
"No, look is that your SS#?" She says pointing to the screen. There is nothing here for you"
She once again gave us her blank, "Now you may go away" look again.
"Well, then we want to speak with Laura" who we knew was there because she inadvertently called Steph thirty minutes prior, I guess while returning another one of my frantic phone messages, and the fact she walked in the office and said she knew who we were when we arrived in Idiots office.
The woman would not comply. She was sadistic.
She also had a very thick accent that was hard to decipher.
Steph and I try to explain that FAHSA sent us an email confirming the info was sent to Mass Art.
"Then what do we do?" Steph asks.
The woman shrugs her shoulders.
"You need to bring in a print out of this email."
You think the woman, who's job it is to help get the students in the school, would offer her a pc in which to gather this info.
THE PEOPLE AT THIS SCHOOL ARE NOT HELPFUL!!!
Steph leans over the woman's desk and at her screen and comments "You spelled my name wrong"
And so she did. There was an extra "r" in her last name.
oh.
no apology of course.
Then she says there is no parent signature.
I said I sent in the forms for my electronic signature and got a confirmation.
She asks me if I claimed income in 2005.
I said no. I did not make enough money and became disabled.
"Then how did you pay for things?" She inquired
"Good Question I said matter of factly. "credit cards, lots of credit cards. I also receive $80 a week in child support"
"That does not add up to much", she says writing that tid bit of info down, "Then how did you live?"
"My boyfriend gives us a roof over our head. He is not her father. He never claims us and his income should not be counted."
I also told her our relocation dilemma and how we have to pay out of state tuition and cannot get NY aid if we want to claim residency next year. I explained how Mike had to take this job in MA as there was no work for him in NY. I explained how I am still pending disability. Basically, a quick overview of our crappy circumstances.
"Wow, that is quite an unusual situation"
NO SHIT!!!!
She gathers up the info throws in a grant and a puny student loan and tells us we have to take out another loan but I won't get one on my own with my lack of income but maybe I could co-sign one with my daughter if my credit is good (yeah right, I hardly can pay my bills).
So how is it that no one in this place (and I spoke to the director of the school about two months ago) can come up with a solution or a referral on how to get help for such "unusual circumstances" why? Because they are just lazy or do not give a shit or are holding back on info?The phone rings in mid-explanation. It is a personal call and she takes it. She leans back in her chair and chats away.
I WANTED TO SCREAM, I WANTED TO GRAB THE PAPER WORK AND STORM OUT THE DOOR AND DEMAND TO SPEAK WITH SOMEONE WHO COULD BEHAVE LIKE A PROFESSIONAL!!!!
The woman picks up the paper work, the very paper work I wanted to snatch up and run off with, and starts fanning herself.
Steph and I look at each other as if we could read each other's minds. "What a pompous asshole" I believe was the phrase sequentially floating in our heads.
Bran starts to make armpit fart sounds in the hall. I decided "fuck it, let him"
Lynda calls back wanting to know what kind of candy we want for the movie.
"Get Bran something gummy" I whisper to her as I step outside the room. Sour gummy if you could, Something sour for Steph. Goobers for me...yes, yes..., got to go....I'll explain
My story of What happened later"
I hated having to rush Lynda off. But I did not want to miss a word miss idiot had to say when she finally got back to the back bone of the institution - its student.
In the end when she finally did get off it turns out that we still have to wait again on FAHSA and try to get a loan.
I left feeling empty and aching in my heart for my daughter.
We dropped off some more paper work for her health insurance and student orientation.
We headed back to the car with Steph full throttle and Brandon schlepping behind again.
*HAVE PLENTY OF TIME TO STROLL AROUND BOSTON
*HAVE PLENTY OF TIME TO VISIT WITH LYNDA,TOM,BOO AND COMPANYIn the car and already 4 PM we head off on our mission to Natick but stupid Map-quest says to U-turn where no U-turns are allowed but we finally head in the right direction, or so we thought. Oh and my van is still rattling.
I ask a parking lot attendant for directions. Steph calls Lynda.
We get on I-95. It was scary driving through a conglomerate of city highways all twisted and contorted around each other.
Map-quest also did not mention tolls.
Apparently you have to pay to get on and off.
Steph had to call Lynda back several times as we got into Natick.
What a beautiful site it was at we pulled up to her home and saw her standing there. YAY!!!!
After big hugs of happiness we head inside.
She has a cool porch.
She has a really beautiful cool cat.
Lynda is a cool person.
She lends me her baby powder to sprinkle my sweaty fat thighs so they do not chafe together.
And, she is cool about it!!!
"Do you want to hear
My Story of What Happened" I ask her then decided to wait for the others so as not to repeat it.
Soon afterwards Donna, Tom S. and the kids pack into the apartment.
Johnny gives Bran one of his Game Boy games. Now how cool is that?!!
I look up at the ceiling and there are, what looks to like jelly insects and a slug hugging the surface.
"oh, Tommy (Boo) likes to toss those up and let them stick."
The kid has an interesting hobby.
"Do you want to hear
My Story of What Happened?" I ask them but decide to wait to we meet up with Tom W.
Off we go to meet him at the Rain Forest Cafe....A HALF AN HOUR AWAY!!!!!!
I pry my wretched, overheated, exhausted, frazzled body of the chair and back into my clankaty car.
Tom S. joins us for moral support.
He wants to hear
My Story of What Happened. I tell him to wait until we are all together.
We get up to another toll area.
"Go through the quick booth" Tom cries out to me as if all of life depended on it.
I tell him I do not have a pass.
"NO NO GO, it does not matter!!! There was a news story about how they do not go after out of state vehicles. It was a big thing."
Meanwhile, Lynda already passed through with her easy pass.
I take my clackity car and muddle slowly through the regular booth and grab a ticket.
All the way to the next toll Tom is edging me to drive through.
"If they fine you I WILL PAY IT!!!"
Fine Tom, and I will hold you to it.
*Be relaxed when we went on the birthday adventureSo, exhausted, and frazzled and beated by the day I fall to the pressure of my brother-in-law and zoom through what is forbidden for non-speed-pass-peons like me to zoom through.
Mike is going to have a coniption when he gets the notice and a picture of me and Tom breaking the law.
Now could the day get any worse? I thought,
surely not.
We get to the mall where the resturaunt is located and the sound of the mall fire alarm blaring through our brains.
But no one is running out screaming.
No one is grabbing hold of their kids for dear life.
There are kiosk cashiers sitting by their post as if this was a normal, everyday, occurrence.
"Oh,dear G-d, please do not allow this torturous sound to pierce the celebration of this evening"
Luckily, the sound effects of the Rain Forest was much louder and muffled that of the fire alarm (which BTW turned out to be a technical problem rather than an actual emergency).
We are seated at a table near a Golden Zeus standing in a real, loud, waterfall.
I cannot tell them
My Story of What happened. It is too loud.
The food in the place was incredible!!!!
I had a salad I split with Steph consisting of an entire half head of lettuce still in its half head of lettuce form, tomatoes, glazed pecans, onions, and the most amazing blue cheese dressing EVER which had a slight peppery taste.
Then I dined orgasmically on a breaded fish, veggies with a mango sauce, and a tasty curried rice and OMG...OMG.. AHHHHHHH - YES YES YES!!!!!
I never expected a theme resturaunt to have the best damn food.
To bad it is not close enough to Middle-Of-Nowhere-Burro. Oh, that and the fact it was just to dang loud.
But I guess it had to be loud to drown out the cries of those petrified of clowns.
Yes, clowns.
There was actually a freaking clown walking around the jungle of the "rain forest" making balloon creatures and swords.
Steph said it was really a gorilla disguised as a clown and that the jungle authorities trained him in the art of balloon shapes to support himself.
One of the Tom's went up to the clown and asked if he could go to our table. It seemed as if the clown was drifting away from us. He was told we would have to wait....I guess until Hell freezes over.
Well, Bran was not having any part of the waiting game and marched right over to the clown primate and asked for a sword.
He came back and my sisters looking at him, open jawed and speechless.
Yeah, that is Brandon for ya.
He once cut in line to speak with Santa afew years back.
After such a fabulous meal and THANK YOU- THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR IT - Lynda and Tom, we had a few moments to kill to look in the shop.
I took this moment to call Mike.
He tells me the hotel lost power.
He said I should stay over Lynda's if it gets to late.
But I knew I wanted to get back before the heat of the day attacked us again.
After dinner we go over to the theater.
Waiting on line I said "Do you want to hear
My Story of What Happened?" We decided to wait until after the kids got their drinks and we take our seats. But by then I forgot.
Oh and what a fiasco getting seats. There were so many to choose from but The Natick family wanted to sit further from the screen in the center as did Steph. The N.B. family chose closer but off to the side for some twisted voodoo ritual of some sort I suppose and I wanted to sit closer as my eye sight sucks and I like to be perfectly centered in an obsessive compulsive type way.
But Bran started to cry. He wanted to be near Johnny.
So I, in a motherly loving sacrifice, sat us in front of Jacob (which was the closest he was getting to Johnny) and prepared my neck to be facing left of the screen.
The movie starts.
The color was brilliant. The picture perfectly clear.
I never seen a movie like this before!!! Not even in the fancy smancy Island 16 cinemas.
The main character appears on the screan.
"IT'S JOHNNY!!!!" I thought the moment I saw this 3d animated 14 year old who looked just like my nephew, "just older".
I wanted to go over to Johnny and tell him this but I did not know if it would upset him.
Midway in the movie Jacob's candies do a little dance on the floor past our feet.
"Rattle rattle rattle"
I wondered what kind it was.
I offer him some of Bran's gummy bears.
After the show we fuse our group of mini groups back into one big group.
Donna calls out "DIDN'T THE (MAIN) CHARACTER LOOK LIKE JOHNNY?!!!!
LOL, I guess it is unannamous.
Now we have to part.
I cling to my sister Lynda, taking in her essence as if to say so glad we finally hooked up and I will long for you until we meet again.
I guess I will have to write to you
My Story of What had Happened?
Then we follow her car back to the highway.
The ride back was not so bad even though my car had a bad crop of gas.
The air had cooled.
Then we were almost creamed at an on ramp that was practically kissing an off ramp.
The speed limit is 65. The guy getting on was doing 20 and cut me off.
I screach on the brakes and hear a thunderous echo of other cars honking their horns.
I promised myself a cup of Chamomile tea to calm my nerves.
Finally we arrive in the town of Brockton where our hotel is located.
I drive pass the intersection where I was suppose to turn left.
I did not see the intersection.
I heard horns honking. WTF?
Turns out the entire neighborhood was in a major blackout.
I had to turn back around but it was so dark and I was unfamiliar with the area.
I finally managed to get us to the hotel.
People were outside talking on their cell phones and to each other, preteens we dancing at the front entrance with rainbow light things they were twirling around.
People were walking all over inside the hotel using the lights to their cell phones to guide the way.
We tried to find the stairs using Steph's cell the stairwell disappeared.
Turns out someone had shut the door to it.
We head up the stairs and I say to Steph that without the cell phone light it would be pitch dark.
I thought I would have a panic attack if that happened.
When we reached our room we had to bang on the door to wake Mike (it was around eleven pm) to let us in as the key card required electricity.
Bran wanted to recharge his Game Boy and became upset when we told him it was not happening.
I also could not go on the computer and write
My Story of What had Happened.
Nor could I make myself my calmng cupof Chamomile tea.
So we played "Trapped on a raft in the middle of the ocean with nothing to do but play mokey in the middle with a Winnie-The-Pooh beach ball but do not fall in the water or else you will be eaten by sharks" game for a little while.
Then we tried to sleep.
I woke up a few times gasping for air praying I would not have a panic attack.
No A.C. and the windows only open up three inches.
I think at one point, while I slept, around midnight, the power came back on.
So I wonder if the universe was trying to tell me something?
I am going to write
My Story of What had Happened.
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