gas stations, therapy and flickers

I think you need a special degree to pump gas at some gas stations. They drive me crazy. Like I think soon it's going to be part of some fancy entrance exams. 1."How quick can you get your gas pump started?" a) 1.3 minutes(I engineer gas pumps) b) 7 min (not till the attendant assist) c) 8 seconds ( I am part-time pit crew)
Here's the scene: I drive around to find a stall/bay(ha-what the heck are they called?) that's actually not out of gas. I jump out to start the process and flick the flicker lever thing up and down--thankfully the gas begins to flow. Across the...stall (hahaha) a man in a suit hops out of a SUV. He's fancy. He looks at me and at that moment I am NOT fancy--I am a mom. A mom pumping gas into a van.
He kinda gives me this smirk...the fancy man "I'm cool and your not." smirk and then puts in his card. Again and again he puts in his card. Then he starts flickin the flicker thing ( hahaha) and nothing happens . I heard lot's of beeps though. Then he huffs and walks half way to the entrance and puts his hands in the air. There is conversation and then he comes back and pushes a few buttons...more beeps...more flicks...more swiping. Then he hits the gas pump. MEANWHILE, Miss Unfancy pants is still pumping successfully. Across the way another lady says very loudly " STUPID thing forgot to give me my receipt!" At this point a high school kid comes out to the pump and helps Mr. Fancy pants get his gas. The flustered receipt lady races over to tattle on her stubborn reciept printer. High school kid fixes everything. All is well again. However, SUV man doesn't look so confident and refuses eye contact even though I try.
SO happy to see I am not alone in my gas station trials. Free therapy at the local Irving. Wow how great is that? It only cost me $40. I only wanted about $20 but had to keep pumping to see how things played out for everyone. So, how many of you hate the inconsistency of gas stations and debit machines in grocery stores? Don't they just drive ya bonkers.

Momments

So tonight it happened...it's deffinatley not the first time, and it seems to be happening more. I call it momja vu. It's kinda like deja vu but instead of a momment of odd recall, it's mom recall. You know the momment, your frustration boils over with your kids and out of your mouth bubbles some word, or sayin', or threat of some kind that you heard your mom say and you swore YOU would NEVER repeat. My momja vu momment happened at a mexican resturant tonight. The evening was great, me and the hubby and free dinner vouchers-YEAH. I ate till I thought I'd pop and didnt quit finish all my yummies. SSOOO (here it comes) I asked for a dogie bag. Now to most of you normal folk this isn't that big of a deal, no oddity it taking home the left overs on your plate. BUT for my mom (and now me;>) it means "how much can we stuff into the little white Styrofoam box before it bust?" AND then convince the husband to carry it out to the car. This usually includes everything still edible on the table. Richie is watching me casually dump my leftovers then I reach for his plate and he kinda makes a face but doesn't stop while I scrape. The waitress nabbed the other plate (dang it) with the 2 tablespoons of rice and beans I was going after. I did manage 1 jalapeno popper from our appetizers and then the left over chips...and salsa...and a lime. At this point, dear hubby is verbalizing his concerns and so I did leave the splenda... this time. Ya know, theres always a complainer at the table but what I have found to be true is that SOMEbodies gonna eat it. It gets consumed and that just means one last tummy grumbling that I have to take care of. I promise I am maternal in many other ways....just not the kitchen kind of way. Left overs, take out...it's all the same. I giggled because I've seen this scene before. Hey, "waste not want not", right Mom???? So theres my momjavu.

retainers

Randomness...So I decided, I think, that it's rather important to listen to the dentist. I have had my braces...(yes, I'm 30) off for 6 days and I am already breaking the rules. See, they kinda mentioned something about 24 hours a day with this plastic, temporary THING of a retainer. It's a pain and I accidentally on purpose forgot to put it back in during my rush to get out the door today. You have to take the retainer out for hot things ie: coffee and soups and such. Mine is promptly removed the moment that first cup of sanity is brewed and today it just didn't make it's way back in. So, I had it out all day long and could barely get the stupid thing back in...like it already didn't fit. My teeth were moving!! Can you believe it...that the suckers would have shifted just like that???? I had to laugh and think that my teeth were sayin', "Were free to go back!! Hurry everyone! Dont waste a moment! Move now while we have the chance!"
... I bet in some religions they DO think teeth can talk...but not in mine so anyway, now I think my teeth are crooked again. Do you think they look crooked again? Im totally paranoid about permanent crookedness because of my neglectfull rebellious behavior today. So as a way to introduce my lovely blog and myself, heres a great pic of me at midnight with my used-to-be perfectly straight, now flawed teeth in full bloom. I will be sure to properly introduce myself and the crew later, when I'm not so distraught:>:>.
Welcome to my crib.