. . . does the phrase "running around like a chicken with its head cut off" mean anything to you? Well, you have to envision what a chicken with its head cut off actually looks like--minus the gore. I really do not know if I've been coming or going these last three weeks. First, I must apologize for not updating pbw. I had a dear fried tell me yesterday that she stopped following my blog because I hadn't posted in awhile. I'm glad she lit the fire under my butt. However, I must say, in my defense, I didn't even realize two weeks had passed!! Second, well really there is no second but I'm an English major and you should never have a "first" without a "second," never an "a" without a "b" and so forth. Now, on to these last few weeks. . . .
I had to go to Utah for a deposition. I know you're thinking, "Yay, Utah!" But you should calm down. My final destination in Utah was a place (I'm not sure I should call it a city) called Vernal. Vernal has no real airport, so I had my choice of either flying into Salt Lake City and driving three and half hours to grand ol' Vernal OR flying into Denver, Colorado to hop some generic, no-name airline (most probably a crop-duster or decommissioned war plane) to Vernal. I opted to take my life into my own hands and drive to Vernal. That decision did not come easy. I feared that there would be mountains with death-drops on the way--in which case I informed husband that I would be driving a swift 3 mph until I made it, in one-piece, to Vernal.
Well as I am writing this post you know I did not perish on the way to country-ville. I made it without any death scares. The drive was actually very scenic and it helped that the rental car folks gave me black mustang 5.0 for my travels. You should know that the 2012 mustang goes over 100mph without one's knowledge. Luckily for me the mountains in Utah are sparse on traffic cops.
I tried to make it back to husband and the girls as quickly as possible. So of course I wanted to spend only one night away from home--thus the marathon began. I left home on Tuesday morning (bags packed in the trunk) going to meet a client for a deposition preparation. Then I went into the office to get the files I needed for the Utah trip. I left my office around noon to make my 2:30 flight to Las Vegas. Did y'all know they have slot machines at the airport in Las Vegas? No, I didn't play--all the folks on those slot machines looked like they were trying to cure boredom, not win a million, so I refrained. I left Las Vegas and arrived in Utah, picked up the 'stang and headed to my hotel room. Now, I must mentioned that at this point I had been through three time zone changes. I felt like work was getting over on me because somehow, 2 extra hours of work snuck in (yes, I said snuck).
I got up bright and early Wednesday morning, ate free hotel food and hit the road to Vernal. As soon as I made it, it was go time. The court reporter, videographer, and witness were present and accounted for. As soon as I was done, I went to a phone booth to change into to my super hero attire, jeans, my favorite long sleeve t-shirt and my running shoes (I do not, under any circumstances intend to imply that I actually run any-where). Then I hoped back into the saddle, grabbed a burger, some gas, and then made my way back to Salt Lake City. Once I got back into Salt Lake, I started looking for a gas station so I would not get ripped for $5 a gallon gas by the rental car folks. Apparently, the citizens of Utah have declared a moratorium on gas stations because once I left Vernal there were NO gas stations anywhere on my route back to the airport. I actually made it to the airport and had to leave it to find a gas station.
After I finally filled up, I went to the airport and barely managed to grab some water before boarding my plane to Phoenix. Once in Phoenix, Southwest was kind enough to let me rest by delaying my flight for over an hour--because of course no one wants to get home at midnight--clearly 3 a.m. is much more preferable.
Three hours later (now Thursday morning) I had to get up and make my way to the office for yet another deposition. Boy was I tired!! I felt like my days were running together. I actually lost track of my days for a few hours. However, I am happy to report that I was not late getting the
girls from day camp (I must confess that that has a lot to do with the fact that Daddy
and Granny were on transportation duty). But, I did manage to forget
my big girl's doctor's appoint Friday afternoon. Yes it was calendared and
yes I saw it pop-up several times that day. . .then my secretary asked (thirty-minutes before the appointment), "Why are you here, aren't you suppose to be at a doctor's appointment?" Dat-nabbit!!! I would have had to drive all the way to the girls' day camp and back to the doctor's office--It's rescheduled for tomorrow.
This week has been a bit better, although I had to attend another deposition today and crank out a few reports, I think I'm still holding it together. Now, if I get my baby to the doctor tomorrow, I will feel accomplished. Such is life. . .
