Stuck doing Laundry

I'm a night owl, and enjoy doing laundry late at night, when no one is around (well, except the homeless). I went to a local Laundromat, which is open until Mid-night.  A notification posted everywhere stating the door automatically lock at midnight, the premise is that you will be able to get out, but if you leave after mid-night, you won't be able to get back in to the building.

So, as you can see the scene is set.  It's Thursday, I'm alone and it's midnight, and I'm folding my clothes. Some of the lights, shut off automatically, still bright enough to not be concerned about not being able to see my clothes.  I'm all set to leave, I get to the door, and the door won't open. No matter what I do, the door won't open.  A phone number is plaster everywhere in the Laundromat, and I don't have a phone with me.  

Every car that drives by the plaza, I am trying to wave down, at this point. Lets just say, I know what a monkey feels like in a cage. I was doing moves that I didn't even know I had, jumping around like I was crazy.  My thought was, ok if I can flag someone down, they can call the number, and I will be freed!!

Well, the first hour rolls around, second hour.  My thought process changes too, well it opens back up at 7 a.m. Maybe I should sleep, doors will unlock, I'll have just enough time to get home, take a shower, and go to work.  Ok, there is no way I was going to get any sleep.  Anytime, a car passed I did my monkey dance, @ 3 a.m. I see a car slow down, turn into the parking lot, and it's a cop. I'm thinking YAH!!!! ok, must have been a slow night, and I was going to be the story of the night. The cop walks close to the window, as I am screaming trying to explain the situation and the cop is chuckling, ok not something I want to see at 3 in the morning.  Before I knew it, two other cop cars appear, and I'm glad I don't have a complex, because all I see, is three guys laughing as I pace the floor.

The owner of Laundromat, took over 2 hrs before he showed up, to unlock the door.  Needless to say, one of he requirements when I moved was to have a laundry room that is accessible 24 hours a day.

Wide Awake

This post is not to advocate drinking & driving.  This story takes place over 20 years ago, when the times about drinking & driving were slightly different. Today, I'm a DD (designator driver), and I seldom drinking anymore.

Please don't drive & drive.

A group of co-workers and I decided to rent a limo, and go into Boston. I left my car at a friends house, ( At that time, I lived about an hour outside of Boston.)  Before picking up the rest of the crew at their homes. My friend and I decided to get our drink on, before we left for the night.  I drank a pint of Jack Daniels, and was feeling no pain. After dinner, we walked around Boston, stopping into different establishments for a drink.   As we were walking, I tripped out of my shoe and I fell into a car door, yes folks a police car door.  Of course, the policemen was in the car at the time.  His response "She is not driving is she?"  My friends response was "certainly not".  He laughed, and said, "Have a good night ladies".  Of course, I laughed the whole time this was taking place, and then said, "Thank youuuuu, Mr Officerman".  Then off we went to party the night away.  At the end of our night, the limo took my friends back to their respective homes.  However, I was the only one who wasn't home yet and when I drink to much,  I have this overwhelming feeling that "I just need to get home."  When we got back to my friends house I  drank some water, and said, I'm good to go." So, I said goodbye and off I went to my car.

As I was driving home, I opened all the windows, air conditioner blowing on my face, and I was doing the whole head bobbing, putting the music loud, shaking my head.  I knew I was falling asleep.  In my mind, it made sense to pull the car over, get out of the car and walk around a bit, just to wake myself up. Then I would be fine. Looking back, stopping on the highway wasn't the best decision.

I pulled over,  got out of the car, walked to the passenger side. I then realized, if a cop pulled over he would ask me what I am doing. Then, I got nervous but I felt I just needed a few more mins, to wake up. So, I decided to "act" like there was something wrong with the car. So, I walk to the front passenger side of the car, looking at the tire, and walked to the back tire, and returned to the front and then to back once again.  I decided that my "acting" job wasn't really working for me.  I need to step it up, so I bent over and actually was looking at the back tire.  Of course, after several hours of drinking, bending over quickly is not recommended.  I got dizzy, and wobbly, and missed my footing, and fell backwards.  Down a ditch, along the highway. Once again, my dress (lovely mustard color) was over my head , my black shoes flew in the air and I rolled all the way down the ditch  As I laid in the pitch dark, in a ditch, along the highway.  I said to myself OMG, how would I explain this?  So, I jumped up, tried climbing out of the ditch with no shoes, while pulling leaves out of my hair.  I hopped back into my car, and took off.  Oh yeah, I was wide AWAKE now.

I went home, passed out, and the next morning, well let's just say, I found leaves where there shouldn't be any!!

Over the Moon

My oldest brother reminded me, that it is our brother's 30th high school reunion.  Which brought back a memory (which I had hoped I would forget) however, I'm thinking only Alzheimer's will be the only way to forgot, but it is me we are talking about, so it is probably the only memory that will stay in my head.

It was a rainy day, and so the graduation was to take place in the high school gym, I was wearing a skirt outfit.  It was gray and white strips, picked especially for this occasion.

The gym had already started to fill up, and so we had to walk up to the 6th row of the bleachers.  My mother turned to me, and said, "let me hold on to you", so I was like "OK", so we walked up together.

As the ceremony ended, and people started to pile out of the gym, my mother grabbed my elbow and said, "let me hold on to you" and once again I said, "OK".

We only got passed our first step, when I hear,  Whoa, and again, Whoa....and then the final WHOAAA!  I felt myself being pushed. Yes PUSHED!!  Let's just say, it was like a slow motion somersault. I somehow landed with my legs in the air, skirt over my head. Yes folks, I mooned the class of 1982!

I asked my mother, why did you push me? Her response, "Well I had to gain my balance." My response,  "So, you threw me down the bleachers?" We laughed  Of course, I was embarASSED (pun intended), but it is one of many wonderful memories shared with my best friend (my Mom).

It's my Life!

Welcome to CrazyKimADay!! Ok, so what is so special about this blog?  Well, it' my life story.  I will share with you, funny, inspirational, sad and let just say, stories that can only happen to me!  So, why not start with a memory which was sparked by today's event.

Here is what I had posted on FaceBook today:
I swears, I'm the only one that can walk out if a hair-salon and look like I never got a haircut and it took an 1 1/2 hours to cut, well am hour of cutting and the half for playing with it, "your hair is so soft". " Its just sliding threw my fingers" "oh did I grab your hair to hard" Look at those banana curls. I think she needed a shower after I left. LOL.

Which leads to my story of the day:

My Mom who sadly passed away 3 years ago, was my hairstylist all my life.  So, going to someone else, has been a painful occasion, not only because she knew my hair and what I liked but now I have to pay.   Never the less, I have been in search for a stylist for these many years.  Here is my first experience:

I walked into a salon and asked for a haircut, I gave my name, and sat down, I see a women who appears to be in her 70's walking to the counter. I instantly said to myself, she can't be the hairstylist, can she?  Don't get me wrong it wasn't the age that matter, but she had one eye.  I'm thinking a one eyed, hairstylist?  I was like ok.  As my name was called, I thought what is the worst that could happen?

So, off I went and she was so sweet, and I felt bad, I kept thinking she must need the money to be working at this age. We discussed what I wanted for a hairstyle, and I felt confident, that she knew what I wanted, as she raised the scissors, it was clear to me, the worst was GOING to happen.

Not only did she have one eye, but apparently, couldn't see out of the other eye.  Her face was about an inch from the back of my head, and she started to cut away. I never looked into the mirror in fear of what I was going to see, and then the end came, and I looked up, and smiled at the old lady (not sure, if she could see my face or not) I said, Oh, it looks great, thank you!!

When I walked closer to the waiting area, I noticed two ladies look up at me at the same time, both of their jaws opens wide and I swear I heard one gasp for air.   Like I said before.....It can only happen to me.