we all have those moments in life when we're like, "did i really just do that?" well i've had more than my share of omph! moments these past few days beginning with eating something really greasy and against my own personal dietary standards, which resulted in my insides feeling as if they'd been smushed to the outside with a cleaver. no need to get more graphic than that. hopefully you get my drift. i'll never eat another pizza puff as long as i live. i did however, lose six pounds, mostly water, but who cares! i'll take it.
yesterday however, was definitely a mind fart moment. made a quick grocery run with the kids in tow, only to get to the check out counter and discover i no longer had my car keys in hand. panicked, i darted back to grapes section, and a few other aisles with kids chanting behind me, "i knew we should've walked." as my blood pressure soared and my stomach growled (remember i haven't been eating) we dash to the car to discover it's still running, with the keys inside, and locked (with three ounces of gas left). so with grocery bags and chanting kids in hands (literally) i dart across 75th street fully aware there's no way in hell i'm going to be able to run the entire 8 or so blocks home and back (to grab spare set) when like an shimmering oasis there stands king's auto repair! breathless, sweating, ok, and panting i run into the garage and squeal my dilemna (to no one in particular) coupled with whimpering pleas for help. well this marvelous man looks at me like i'm mad, closes the hood of the car he's working on and yells, "run back to your car!" (remember i live in chicago) so off we go, the kids and i, back to where the car hopefully still is.
mere minutes later, the same man (who has now reached god-like status) finds us in the parking lot, jimmies the lock (with latest jimmy contraption that works on newer car model power lock systems) and gets us back inside our vehicle (which still has enough gas to get home). it literally took him like 4 minutes. and the contraption was pink! i actually considered asking him where i could get one for myself, you know like a purse edition...
sheer disaster averted i drove away bursting with the happiness of a lottery winner; grateful for a bustling southside neighborhood that sometimes gets a bad rap and for the beautiful kindness of complete strangers which doesn't get talked about enough...
like andy warhol's picture above. totally bananas, in a sweet, healthy kind of way...