On how the sway kept me home

Oh that sway... 

Oh, the uncontrolled feeling... 

Oh, the sweating and the shaking and the adrenalin rush and the... oh, oh, wow, whoa, whoa, whoa...  S H I T   C R A P   SHITCRAP!!!!!! 

I got to 55 MPH with the van and the trailer.  Took a turn and started down a downhill slope when the trailer started to sway...   My mind got the best of me and I thought we were going to crash and die from the increasing swaying of the van that I couldn't stop because of said slope...  But the part that reeeeaaaallllyyyy sucked was when the kids yelled the van was swaying... no confidence in mommy at that point!   Of course I didn't crash and die, but did get to slow down the van and promptly went back home.  Called the husband and told him I was parking it and that was that.  Mmhp! 

 

Ok, NO I'm not on the road yet.  Again, to those who know me "live" this comes as no surprise...  for the rest of you:  yes I am certifiably. 

The stinky guys at the stinky recycling dump/weigh station are really cool, and I think that after being there 3 times to weigh the trailer I became their friend.  It could have helped that I'm female.  And I don't stink.  But since I don't have a sense of smell I didn't take that into consideration...  Hub always manages to tell me (way after the fact) that whatever guy I've been so nicely huggy with stinks of BO to high heaven, so I've learned to let go of the grossness and enjoy the fact that I can hug a heck of a lot more people than most others do on this planet.  Anyway, the guys at the dump were really nice and helpful (actually they were not really, but did cut me a break on the price and I told them they should pick up all the good coupons out of the papers left for recycling and use them!  And if not call me and I will!

UPDATE:  The movers are showing up between 8:30 and 9:30 AM and are taking EVERYTHING.   If any of my friends in Indy are reading this and wondering whatever happened to  "I'll be coming back one more time to meet the movers", well here it is in my best Hoosierish: "it ain't gonna happen."  I'll certainly be back for a visit now and then, but I have to accept my job here is done...

Hurricane Ivan effed off and went somewhere else, which is so bad of me not to follow it anymore, but it is just too stressful a time for me to be depressed by the news. 

What else...  Oh,yeah!  We got in the van to leave for Los Angeles (before the sway brought us back) and Carmela promptly released her diarrhea all over what I had made into the kids' bed.  That was fun and a half.  Malachi proceeded to jump on said bed and stomp all over the crap and Benny just couldn't decide if he wanted to be on the bed, off the bed, on the bed, off the bed... my only assumption is that Benny was the designated shit spreader... funfunfunfunfunfunfun in the sun.  So the more I got upset with them and yelled the worse it got...  Malachi would go for "submissive" and quickly layed down ON TOP OF THE SHIT.  Benny would run away from me and spread the shit even MORE WIDELY around the globe.  Carmie just sat there patiently working on her next deployment.  I could now check off one thing on my mental "to do" list:  Figure out which dog ate the wheat tortillas.

Sigh...!