  Important Note: I wrote this yesterday night upstairs, so yeah, its all past tense. I'm not crazy. My dad got his GPS system today, and so begins the love affair that tears my family apart. For example, he is now, downstairs, on our family computer, downloading maps and spazzing out on a message board about it. Cough, no, I don't spaz on message boards. But then again, I don't go on fun ones that deal with global positioning devices. Did I mention he's waited two weeks for this thing? And that he was so obsessed over getting it, he went after the FedEx truck that turned down the other street to get it? It turned out it wasn't in that truck anyway. So, he called and complained, and said "UPS always gets me my packages fast. " Ouch. He had to drive me to work today, and he's only gotten it an hour or so before. They sent it out on another truck.
Thank goodness, because I think if we had to wait one more day, he would have exploded. The whole thing would have been very Harry Potter of him. Maybe, if I'm lucky, and it does happen, a funky Knight Bus will come and rescue me from the insanity that is my family, and Commack in general. He decided this fun, new, GPS system was much more important than his worn out, tired daughter, who needed to get to work in one piece, if possible. He brought it in the car, because he doesn't drive me to Michael's every other day , so he couldn't possibly locate it. He kept staring at it, and finally I took it, hid it on the other side of me, and he couldn't look at it. Forgive me for wanting to remain alive in the ten minute car ride. Apparently that is too much to ask.
When he picked me up from work, I was less than happy to see it sitting there, staring at me. Yes, it won, we know, enough. And so, its all "I got it to work! ", and I'm kind of exhausted from standing around doing nothing for half an hour because CJ won't let us leave. Standing still is more tiring than walking, it's been scientifically proven. But I have to sit there with this ugly piece of black machinery (with color LCD display!
), and follow us home on it. Joy. One good thing did come of it, however. On the way home, we discovered the name of the street that has no name. Yup, its all out of that U2 song, or whoever ripped off Bono's voice. Not sure if it is actually U2. This street has one house, really deep in the trees, and no one ever goes near it. For all we know, no one lives there. But, apparently, it has a name. And this name is so important to me that I forgot it already.
Something with an M. Righty-o. I also came up with a stupid idea in which I'm going to use on this new, fun, funky, uberly awesome blog: a weekly column highlighting the randomness of me. It'll be called "The Row", because that is a fun name for a column, and yeah, it'll be fun! Watch for it on Friday. It might involve cars, it might not. It will involve scrapbooking wizards, which is always fun. And, more than likely, there will be the mention of hockey. Brace yourselves. Who cares if the season is over? 
