Today started out windy. As I’ve recently discovered, that North Texas has a lot of windy days! Yes. I have been livin’ in this area for 3 years now, but…it doesn’t matter. I have recently discoverd, that North Texas has A LOT of windy days.
So I pull up to the office, am sittin’ in my car listenin’ to tunes and checkin’ my work emails (like I always do) before goin’ inside. I pull my smoothie glass out of the cup holder while I have my leg stickin’ out proppin’ the door open (ready to get out), and the little “thirsty disc” that sits in the cup holder has managed to stick to the bottom of my glass, falls off and rolls out onto the pavement. So I get out to grab the little sucker and the door closes behind me—because of the stupid wind!
YEP! My keys are inside the car along with my purse, cell phone and lunch. The door locks behind me and I am standin’ there with nothin’ more than my smoothie and stupid little thirsty disc!
I manage to convince myself that- hey, I can do this. My life isn’t gonna be altered or dictated by today’s little mishap! (And in the back of my mind, I am playin’ the George Strait song…”what a rotten day, this turned out to be”, I quickly shut that out)!
I make my way inside and then it dawns on me that I can’t call Boo to bring me the extra key to my car because—-I don’t know his number! Why would I memorize it when it’s in my iphone and everythin’ I need is on my iphone!!!
It also dawned on me that the only telephone numbers I actually have memorized are: mom’s and mom-in-law…well, and our credit union (go figure). I can call my mom-in-law and ask her for Boo’s number or have her call him but then I visualize his expression and thoughts runnin’ through his mind, and I would much rather hear his comments. But then an idea occurs! I login to my at&t account and get his phone number and voila!
When my day is restored and I recover my iphone (with 5 missed texts and 2 missed calls and it’s only 7:48… I sit back to tell my friends- how up the creek- I was until I became resourceful and logged in to at&t. To which they asked…”why don’t you know your husband or kids phone numbers?” SERIOUSLY??? Who does that anymore?
So, first on the agenda…I made little phone number cards and placed them all over…in the car, in my desk, at home, in my wallet…you get where I’m goin’ with this. Trust me—-I think I’m a pretty good planner, but I found out that you can never be too organized…so I still need to memorize those numbers. Just in case this ever happens again!