Please stop this ride, I wanna get off....

I feel like I'm on one of those spinny rides at a carnival, like the Scrambler. It keeps whipping me around and making my stomach gurgle and flip-flop. Everything around me passes by in a vomit inducing whirl.

First Scrambler Spin: I find I don't know how to stop doing my job in preparation to hand it off to someone else. I go into the office ready to work on things, and realize, hey, I won't be here- I've got to figure out how to pass this on...plus the people I work with were less than thrilled about me quitting. They're kinda cool about it now, but they are at loose ends, and its kinda my fault.

Second Scrambler Spin: Mega road trip. I had to go last week to retrieve my little Princess Allie from Canada. British Columbia, Canadian Rockies north of Montana. I left last Thursday after work. I drove about 4 hours to Ritzville, WA. (I highly recommend the Ritzville Best Western if you ever find yourself doomed to the highway between Tri-cities and Spokane) Then on to Canada- another 6 or 7 hours in the car. I hate Coeur d'Alene, Idaho- or Ida-HELL as I call it. Heading north to Sandpoint and Bonners Ferry one just crawls along....to me the worst of the drive. Then to Canada which is better, except when you finally do the math with the metric system and gas advertised at liter prices and realize you are paying $5 a gallon for gas! My sister lives in a picturesque tourist town with a beautiful lake. I only had Friday afternoon and Saturday to enjoy it. Allie and I drove the whole way back on Sunday. I subsisted on caffeine. I broke the speed limit all the time. 12 hours later, we were home.

Third Scrambler Spin: Back to school! Monday we did some school shopping. Allie is between sizes and so finding pants is very hard. We did manage to find three cute outfits though. I still need to buy shoes, more jeans and a coat. Tonight we registered. This meant 90 minutes of standing in line. Standing in the bus route line, lunch account line, PE uniform line, locker assignment line, registration form verification line, school picture line, and finally to Allie's locker to test the combo to make sure she could open it. Not to mention the 400 other parents and kids trying to do all of this as well. Plus the three checks for all the various costs. We finally left, poorer by $70...it could have been worse, I could have been on the hook for sports fees, but Allie didn't want to sign up for sports.

I think I'll sign off now, I'm feeling a little woozy....