The day when most mothers go into labor....

When I was in 4th grade, our teacher asked the class if we knew what Labor Day was. One of the boys in our class answered with the title of this post. He was serious, too. It was funny. Poor thing, the rest of the class giggled in response.

This weekend was good mostly, with a couple not-so-good happenings. As you can see from my previous post, my family's dear old friend passed away Saturday morning. She will be greatly missed; she was such a treasured person to us. I am rather upset because I don't think I will be able to make it to the memorial service. It is on Wednesday in Longmont, Colorado, and that would mean I'd miss at least two days of school, maybe three, just for driving there and back, and plane tickets this last-minute from El Paso are very pricey. There may be a service in Santa Fe eventually, so at least I could make that. Please pray for her family.

Another not-so-momento de felicidad was that my car got backed into at Barnes & Noble yesterday. My mom was with me, and I had just backed out of my parking spot and was getting ready to shift into "D" to move forward, when I realized another car was backing out, heading straight towards me. I honked, but she kept going; she couldn't hear me and apparently not looking. I laid on my horn, and at the same time was trying to put my car into "D" but my anxiety was so heightened that I panicked and couldn't do it, then gave up because she was obviously going to hit me anyway. My mom and I braced ourselves, then came the hit and the crunch. Then I said the "F" word in front of my mom. Oops. I do not typically have a foul-mouth, I just couldn't control it at this moment. So we got the woman's insurance information (who happened to be elderly and unable to hear my honking, not to mention not able to see anything behind her car or maybe just not even looking), and now there is a crunched-in part between my front left tire and my door, therefore my driver's door opens less than a foot wide so I have to squeeze myself in and out. It is GREAT. I just got the title for my car, too. Not that that really changes anything. It was after the ordeal that I vaguely recalled saying the F word, but couldn't be sure if I had actually said it out loud, especially since my mom was there. So I asked her, and she was like, "Yeah, you did. That shocked me more than the event itself." Hahaha. We both laughed about it, because we both know how much of a non-cusser I am.

Other than these two things, I had fun with my mom. We did a lot of shopping around, and saw two movies, Julie & Julia and All About Steve. Both were very good. I also held a $40,000, 3 carat ring. I was waiting for my mom in the mall while she went to the bathroom, and happened to be right outside Gordon's. I started looking at the necklaces closest to the main mall, and the salesman came up to me, struck up a conversation, and asked if I would like to take a look at the Celebration diamonds. Sure, why not. So he pulled out this way-too-big-for-my-taste engagement ring, and as I held it in awe, he told it was only one of five in the country, 3 carats, $40,000. I felt pretty special, and I told him that. He said I should feel special. Then I said "Ok, I'll take it" (joking of course). I didn't try it on though, I'd feel like a dork. Or something.

I need to get some reading done for my classes. Have a good day off.