I had an interesting day yesterday. I received lots of pats on the back and encouragement from my peeps which I appreciated greatly. I e-mailed Lyle, my publisher and asked when I would be receiving my book order and promotional materials. He told me 2-3 weeks? My jaw hit the table. If you ordered a book through Amazon you will have your book long before mine will arrive. I replied to Lyle and reminded him that my book signing is less than 3 weeks away. He said three weeks would be worse case scenario, that I should have the stuff before then. But that would just be my luck to have a book signing and no books.
My insurance agent called yesterday and said there was a slight issue with the certificate I need for the book signing at the mall. Basically the piece of paper I received says I have to have commercial insurance and cannot use my homeowners insurance. My agent wasn’t sure of what the cost would be for three days of commercial insurance but he estimated that it would be well over $100. He asked for the phone number of the person running the show and was
going to call and hash it out. He’s going to call me today and let me know how he made out. It’s costing $450 just to be at the mall in a kiosk and now
hundreds of dollars just for insurance?! That sucks.
Only two laps into the Daytona 500 and Danica
Patrick was wrecked. I picked up the phone and called my mom. That’s what NASCAR fans do, we have to rub it in the faces of those we know and love when someone they like crashes. My mother was not impressed and said that I was the second phone call, that my uncle Randy had beaten me to the punch. Again she told me to leave Danica alone and said that I should just wait, that Danica would be back in the race. My father was yelling in the background that he was betting that she would beat Jimmie Johnson who had completely totaled his car. And Danica did finish the race, in 38th place.
But what really ticked me off was when they were showing replays of the crash. When Danica crashes (which she does a lot) she takes her hands completely off the steering wheel and just lets her car go wherever it wants to. Last night she was credited for steering her way through a tight spot where two
cars were – with no hands on the wheel! Was she steering with her knees? And then Jimmie Johnson removed his hands from the wheel when he was crashing and the announcers credited Danica for teaching him what to do in a crash. I’m sure Jimmie Johnson needs lessons from Danica. But then again she is the crash queen so maybe she can provide good advice in that area.
But that wasn’t even the best part of the race, Juan Pablo Montoya slamming into a jet dryer and dumping 200 gallons of flaming jet fuel on the track was insane. The sad part is that I’ve read a lot of news this morning and have not heard how the man is doing that was driving the jet dryer. He was escorted out of the vehicle and taken to a hospital. I wonder how that poor guy is feeling this morning. I bet OSHA will be all over this one.
Crazy Hair Day
In honor of Dr. Seuss’s birthday, the Monticello school system has different activities planned this week. Yesterday was wear PJ’s day, tomorrow is wear sport clothing day, Thursday is mismatch day and Friday is wear red and black day. All that is fine and good but today is wear a hat or have crazy hair day. My daughter sat in her room and cried when I reminded her.
She didn’t want to wear a stupid hat and she didn’t want to draw any attention to her “naturally” crazy hair. When you are in third grade, you don’t want people to laugh at you. She wanted to wear the beautiful tiara we bought for her birthday party this weekend. But a tiara wasn’t a hat and it wasn’t crazy and she didn’t want to be a stand-out. As she sat sobbing in her room I disappeared into the closet for a few minutes and reappeared with a can of hot-pink hair dye and a can of sparkly hair spray. I convinced her that the pink hair would be crazy and the tiara would just add to the craziness. She was very happy with this solution.
My son decided to get in on the action too and went to school with a hot-pink Mohawk. The kids were lined up outside of school when I dropped him off this morning and I could hear them roaring with laughter when they saw him. My son is the class clown; he loves to make people laugh even if it’s at his own expense.
With one can of hot-pink hair dye I singlehandedly saved the day!
Have a fantastic day!!!!!!