June 9, 2007

  • GET LOST!!!

    The other day when Cooper and I were out driving taking pictures, I got lost.

    I like being lost, I love the wandering around and the looking and trying to figure out where I am, especially if it’s a beautiful day like it was the other day. There are two times I don’t like being lost, one is when I have to be some where.

     I hate being late, with a passion. I would rather be fifteen minutes early for something and sit outside waiting to go in then ever show up late. Just something about me. So where as I?

    Umm… Oh! I I don’t like being lost if I’m late, or if my gas tank needle is on empty. That is just no fun because I worry about getting stranded, which wasn’t horrible when it was just me, but with the kids in the car I worry and it sucks all of the fun out of being lost.

    We were lost the other day and I realized something. It’s a little harder being lost somewhere you’ve been lost before because everything looks familiar.  

    It was still fun being lost.

    Ang

     

     

Comments (26)

  • Thanks for the laugh!!!!  Glad you made it home.  Have a SUPER Saturday!!!

  • Glad you enjoyed being lost!!!  I hate being late also.  I would rather be early than late!!

    I hope you are having a great weekend!! Alicia

  • you’s so funny.  I don’t drive–so, I never get lost :P  

    I so know what you mean about being late–ohh, I hate it.  I show up to doc’s appts, for example, much earlier because I hate the feeling of rushing to get somewhere–you know, your heart racing, feeling helpless (I hate being stuck in traffic).  I am seldom late.  Once, hubby and I got into a wicked fight over leaving too late.  I was so pissed at him for dragging his ass…what else is new–I complain complain complain.

    Have a great weekend, Ang (it’s like telling a bird to fly hahaha)–it’s a foregone conclusion

  • I hate being late but have grown accustomed to it because it doesn’t seem to bother my spousal unit

  • I also hate to be late but I don’t like to be earlier too. I try to come at the right time and with the time I can it better. OK it’s sometime funny to be lost and to have to find the right way again, but just when it is outside, not when it is inside. To be lost in the world of feelings is awfull. So I must thank you very much for your nice comment about my last adventure.

    I wish you a good weekend and don’t really loose you, please ! (LOL)

  • I hate to be late. I’d also rather get there early. Don’t want anybody to have to wait on me.

  • I’m always early myself…I hate late in anyone.
    One of the best things in the world is to fill up the gas tank and just drive…exploring new places and getting lost.
    My Mum used to always say that you are never lost as long as you still have a road in front of you and a road behind you.
    One time, while I was living in Iowa….Mum came out for a visit….we went on one of our famous drives, and we ended up on a country road that dead ended into a corn field…so looks at me and says….”NOW we are lost!”

  • I am habitually early most everywhere. I used to be always early but now I know better. I knew you would know the answer.

  • I love to be lost if i am not late and I have gas….sound familiar????
    I love the hilly Pennsylvania back roads!
    Did you like my post for Dan today?
    The D word LOL!!

  • Looks like you need GPS device.  -lol   RYC: Thanks – It was a fun party.

  • OMG!!! I love getting lost too!!! when we were little my cousin and I use to try to get lost all the time… our family would go on picnics in the “forest preserves” round chicago land …trust me it’s really hard to get lost in a forest preserve!!! but once a year the whole family (mom, brother,aunts cousins, grandparents) would stay at a cabin in wisconsin on pigion lake… and so we would go get lost there… but after a few years we couldn’t get lost anymore cuz we knew the whole woods!!!

    great times… ttfn…

  • oops DON’T ever loose yourself for too long ’cause we want to read your entries on XANGA… hug & smac

  • gee, i came over and read “GET LOST!!!” and thought you directing right at me!!  as you can see, it did not work because i am still here.  

    : P

  • my dad put me in the car for church in my pj’s when I was 10–he was tired of my being late. It made me punctual for life. And neurotic. getting lost is a great way to learn the back roads. Thanks for the comment.

  • hi just step by

    yr profile is so funny XD
    Hv a fun weekend

    Kelly. xX

  • I hate being late, too, but unfortunately, since I have two kids who like to dawdle, I tend to be late half the time they’re with me now.

    Getting lost can be a good thing.  I have learned backroads and routes I didn’t know existed and learned my way around new places by getting lost…

  • RYC:  I got some shirts for my birthday.  It was a great time. 

  • as long as it is still fun…

  • Glad you enjoyed yourself–looks like you found the way home anyways!! Having a good Sunday?!

  • Sorry you got lost.

  • Women are crap a directions

  • nothing sexist,  just a fact I’ve realised over the years…  personal opinion… 

  • I prefer to be late so everyone is waiting for me to show up.

  • I don’t mind as long as I am in the car, it really bothers me on a new river if I think I have missed our landing.
    Also just hate being late, it dosen’t bother Trusty a bit.

  • I hate being early and having to wait for the late people to get started. Generally, I try to be on time or “fashionably” late. : ) We used to pretend to be lost when growing up, but our town had a whopping 800 people so getting lost wasn’t too easy. Later when visiting my son in Dallas, I felt really anxious about what if I got lost. I did and it ended up being funny because I must have  been going in circles. My daughter kept saying, “didn’t we just see that?”  I called my ex and being a wonder at directions he said what do you see, I told him, and viola! he had me back on track in no time. Better than GPS. We laughed and laughed! Thanks for reminding me of that good memory…Later, G

  • I got lost once when I was about 10 years old. I screamed and yelled for my older brother—not mom or dad. They never forgot that.

    frank

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