Constantly Amazed by How Much and How Often I Forget What I Was Just Thinking About Five Minutes Ago

Well, on Friday afternoon I drove to my brother's to babysit the kiddos while he and his lady went to look for a new apartment. The night before, I removed the faceplate from the stereo because, blast it, some punks have been stealing radios from vehicles in the increasingly shady city of Red Wing, MN. Well, as I began my journey (7 minutes into it, to be exact), I noticed that I had no radio to which I could lend my ears and mind! How tragic! Being a strict follower of the no-back-tracking rule, I continued driving, thinking I would find other things to do.

Now, from Red Wing to Brooklyn Park, it is about 1 hr 30 min if one obeys all posted traffic signs. Make that 1 hr 9 min for the notorious lead-foot-driver-who-aces-every-road-side-meeting-with-local-government-officers-regardless-of-the-offense. Speeding or not, it is a long-ass time to sit in silence. So what did I do? I thought.

Oh sweet Jesus. Like a woman needs extra time to let her mind wander.

Well, this post will be my best attempt to regurgitate what I was thinking during that drive. While thinking about what I was thinking about, I find that it is very difficult to recall thoughts from stream of consciousness! Here is my best effort:

Gosh these roads are dumb. Why can't there be straight-away roads that go from town to town? 61, 316, 61, 494, 94, 35E, 694. LAME. At least I get to go to Starbucks today.

Why, for the love of Peter, Paul, and Mary, (Note: not the Bible characters), do people practically drive on the shoulder when they can't see the lines on the road because of snow. So a trail is blazed through the snow and you find your self plodding along on the rumble strips instead of between the two lines.

I want a farmhouse. I really don't want a barn or silo or any crops. I just want a big old house with a huge yard and lots of old trees.

I can't believe my brother wants Grandma's house. Eugh.... (European form of "ugh") After Grandma passed, he immediately told mom that he wanted it. Oh good God. That house will have to be torn down, the pole shed will have to be torn down, the two out-buildings will have to be torn down... all that scrap metal sold off... and then you'll have to build a new house!

Now that we're dealing with all of the logistics that go along with the death of a family member, mom and dad have decided to have their will drawn up. They want to name me as guardian over AJ, Olivia, and Gabby in the case that they would both die before the kids grew up. I said "sure." What else am I supposed to say? No? I will also get the house in that case.

Where will I get a job? I still haven't heard back from Wells Fargo... or any of the other bajillion places I've applied.

Scary thought: What if I dropped out of college?

Oh, Liz. Don't do that. Your loans are in deferrment until you graduate OR drop below half-time. You really want to pay back thirty grand in loans while you have no job? Maybe I should buy a lottery ticket. Or go to the Casino. I've never done either. Can't say it's not possible if I don't try, right?

I've never done a lot of things. I've never fired a gun, but it is something I would like to try. Jason has been giving me the runaround on this one. I want him to teach me, but he's got his reasons not to, I guess. Like, what if I go kill somebody. Cops don't trust anybody, not even their friends! He's been on Facebook while he's at work, I've noticed. Oh man, if his Sgt. caught him on the laptop doing that..

I hate that my mom is on Facebook. I can't do anything fun anymore! I keep telling myself that I'm an adult and that if I have a picture of my favorite rum as my profile pic, that's my business
...... but I would get nagged for the next bajillion years. She's already after me about going to see the dentist while I'm home. I'm going to tell her I did, but I won't be going.

Well, I think I'm a little early, so let's go to the Mitsubishi/Mazda dealership and check out the lot. The new Lancer looks kind of neat, but it's a peice of a crap. They don't have the huge ass Mazda CX-9 that I want. Sad. Oh well.

I wonder if Dana and Bethany still have mice in their apartment.

Jesus it is cold outside. I don't want to get out of the car.

I Can't... Believe... What I've.. Just... Done...

After spending roughly three years walking down the path to becoming a high school math teacher, I freaking changed my major.

WTH are you thinking, Liz?

Well, self, I'm thinking I will live in a run-down apartment and eat dust balls and cob webs for the rest of my life if I become a teacher. Besides that, I don't think I want to be a teacher any longer.

So WTF are you gonna do now?

I am changing my Mathematics Teaching major to a Mathematics major with a concentration in statistics and a minor in business management.

Yep.