Honk. Honk. Beep. Beep.

OH THE MEMORIES THAT HAVE BEEN CREATED THIS WEEK.
(Be prepared. Long story to follow.)

As aforementioned in my last post, my friend Shannon and her 2 lovely little girls stopped by for a stay at our little apartment on their way through to visit family for a couple of weeks.

There was so much fun had by all the girls (this means mommy and Ms. Shannon and the little ones too) and I really didn't want them to leave. There was even a few bless-ed moments in time where: they were all napping at the same time, they were off playing quietly in another room with no supervision needed; and I and Shannon had some much needed girl time.

Oh, I could talk about the fact that Little Girl is still having major trouble in the potty-training department due to all of our moving craziness and the fact that she not only pottied her pants at a local Taco Bell Establishment, but when I saw the drip, drip, dripping from her brand new cutie-pie Gap shorts and said, "Did you just potty in your pants?", she gleefully replied, "And Pooped too!"

AAAAAAAAH-AAAAAAAAAH! AAAAAAAAH-AAAAAH!

(That was me screaming above in case the description of my yelling was unclear).

Or, I could tell you about after a long and tiring day at the Children's Museum, we decided to do something "easy" and order pizza, but instead we found out the place I wanted to go to and one of the few I knew about in this town, wouldn't deliver, so we ordered it and thought we would just pick it up.

Quick and Simple.

No problem.

Weeee-lllllll - there was major construction on this one road and then I tried to find a "back-way" that would save us some time from literally just sitting there, and I got really lost and ended up doubling back a few times and we arrived promptly at way-too-late (an hour) past when we were supposed to be there. Can we say heat lamps?

We took our barefoot children out of the car to go eat at this fine pizza establishment since we didn't expect to be getting out of the car, just picking up a quick pizza. But, we didn't expect the drive to shave years off of our life either, so there you go.

Oh, I could tell you all those fun memories we made, but this next one has to be my favorite. Prepare yourself. I don't know if I can convey the funny-ness of the event quite in the same way that we lived it out, but I shall try.

Here we go:

Shannon and I were trying to move her cars seats over to my van and also trying to load the car up for our fun day to the museum. I was making runs back and forth to the apartment and Shannon was loading the seats. The only place for the girls to sit and be safe was the front seats.

My instructions were as follows: just don't touch the keys or the handle to change gears. Got it? Got it. Everything else looked harmless and safe.

I come back to the van after all the loading is complete to strap our girls in. I notice several coins sticking out of my steering wheel and went "Little Girl! Did you stuff money into the steering wheel? The answer was Yes.

I pulled the 4 coins I saw out and thought nothing of it. I then started to back out of our parking space and heard the jingling of change in my steering wheel like the sound of a child's piggy bank who had been saving all year for a bike.

Great.

Here's where it gets funny. As I turn my wheels, the horn starts honking. Just nice, polite, sporadic beeps at first, but it is honking nonetheless. The steering wheel straightens out and the van gets quiet again. Until I turn out of the apt. complex.

Going into oncoming traffic was lovely. Honk! Honk! Honk! Weird stares from innocent drivers in front of me wondering where my anger is coming from.

Shannon and I are freaking out, because obviously there is a coin lodged in there that is pressing on the horn mechanism every time I turn the wheel. Oh, yeah, and by the way, coins are sporadically spilling out all over my legs while I am turning as well.

There were lots of humiliating moments throughout that long day of honking at everyone I passed and had to turn in front of, and lots of apologies with my hands and "I'm sorry's" being mouthed to little old ladies who actually were going to slow, but the worst ones were when we were heading into a Taco Bell and had to drive past a LONG line of cars in the drive-through lane and my horn is just going off like I have road rage written all over it. We also were driving in behind a little old guy who was on the maintenance team at said Taco Bell and he was walking on foot.

I am literally honking at this man while I am driving behind him to try to circle the parking lot and find a space. It keeps doing long honks and then some short ones and he keeps turning around until he finally just turns around and stops and just gives me the death stare. Shannon rolls her window down through tears of laughter that our horn is "broke". I kept raising both hands in the air (while also laughing until I cried) to show people I was not in charge of this horn.

Ay Yi Yi!

Last but not least. I have church that night. I pull into the parking lot at my brand new church, in my little van with my Missouri license plates honking at every man, woman and child passing me heading off to the house of worship. The stares and awkward and confused giggles alone nearly made me wet my pants.

We topped the night off with Shannon knocking on me and David's bedroom door at 3:00 a.m. saying that our horn was going off. David quickly ran outside (no glasses mind you) and had to start driving it out of the apt. complex because it was just "going off" and probably waking everyone up within a 20 mile radius. Shannon and I were standing on the front porch Die-ing laughing because we just kept hearing honking even after we knew he had driven out of the area. It was like a comedy routine that wouldn't quit. Hubby came home about 20 minutes later and found a way to open it up and get the lodged coin out and thus stop all this HONKING!

I have never been more humiliated in this brand new town of mine, but I don't think I have laughed that hard in awhile either.

Memories were made this week - and that's a good thing my friends. Lesson Learned - no kids hanging out in the front seat!