Airport Fiasco… and Applesauce.

Adventures with Kris…. Because it’s been a while! And because after this fiasco, I thought maybe you’d all enjoy another adventure. My ex was scheduled to fly in on Monday afternoon, pick up our son, then fly back to Denver. She was arriving around 7:45. I was going to meet her at the gate and get her and my son loaded on the plane flying out at 8:45. It was a beautiful plan!

The flights were delayed so I took a little extra time getting my son ready. And I took a few minutes to snap some photos. I picked up my daughter, then we headed to the airport. They were flying out D26 so we parked at D31 baggage claim and went in. I explained to my daughter that only one of us would be allowed through security so she would have to wait for me at baggage check. We say bye, then my son and I wait in line at security. We have plenty of time. The flight is delayed until 9:05. The security line goes relatively quickly, and I give my son’s boarding pass to the guy at security and explain that I am just accompanying him to the gate to meet his other parent. He tells me to go wait in line at customer service and get a pass to get through security, then come through the “Priority” line. No problem, flight delayed until 9:05!

We get in line at Customer service. And stand there. And stand there. And stand there. My son plays with some boys in line, but then they leave. He lies down and asks to take a nap. He talks to the people behind us and sits on a lady’s buggy who was also in line. He points out all colors of suitcases, and he tells me all about the Skylink. If anyone’s wondering, my son fits in the “carry on” sizes according to the little metal sizing things.  An hour later, I’m starting to get concerned about getting through the line at customer service and getting through security. The flight is only delayed until 9:05…. It’s after 8, and we haven’t even gone through that big security line again! my daughter joins us in the customer service line since we haven’t successfully gone through security. Finally, it’s our turn! The lady at customer service is fantastic. She quickly understands what it is I’m needing and hands me passes for myself and my son. I ask if I can possibly bring my teenager with me…. I mean, I know only one adult can accompany him and she’s big enough to stay here, but can she stay with us? Please? YES!! Pass issued for her to join us. Whew!! And it’s only 8:30, I can have him there before they board at 8:45!

We breeze through security because we’re with a toddler – thank goodness! My daughter and I grab our shoes and start hurrying to get put back together…. Wait. Where is my son’s bucket? They pulled it. There’s something in the backpack that apparently looks concerning, and they need someone to go through it and test it for… I dunno, what do they test for?! And what on earth does a 3-year-old have that’s so scary in his tiny little backpack?! Applesauce. Seriously. They pull out his little packet of applesauce, test it, and then hand it to him telling me, “He’s all clear!” You’re kidding me. Applesauce.

So we scramble to get shoes back on his feet (he doesn’t have to take them off, but he does anyway), and we RUN to D26 where they are boarding for the flight. My ex is not here. They are calling, “__[Ex’s name]____, please report to gate D26 for boarding.” Um. She’s not here. Her inbound flight was delayed. She’s not landing until 9:07 pm. In terminal C. Uhhh. Houston, we have a problem.

8:50. They are about to take off, and she’s hasn’t even landed yet. It becomes PAINFULLY obvious that she’s not going to make the flight. I’ve got 10 % battery left on my phone, my ex in the air, my ex and son about to miss a flight, and a clueless ex’s partner waiting to pick them up on the other side. I talk to the people at the counter, a very nice gentleman who is thoroughly confused. “You’re ___[ex’s name]___?” No, I’m Kris, I’m MEETING my ex, she’s still in the air on the other flight. “You’re meeting her and getting on this plane?” No, I’m meeting her, and my SON is getting on the plane with her. I’m not flying. “Your son?… *looks at my daughter*…. So she’s flying?” No, my SON is flying. “Where’s your son?” *my daughter picks up my son so he can see over the counter*…. He can’t fly alone…. he’s flying with my ex… who’s still in the air. “Okay, so you want to reschedule my ex and Cassidy to another flight?” YES!! “Does she KNOW you’re changing her flight?!” Well. No. She doesn’t. She’s in the air, and I can’t talk to her right now, but I’ll tell her as soon as she reaches the gate. She’s not landing until 9:07, and you’ll be gone. She’ll be glad I got her on another flight out. “OOO-okay then. There’s another flight leaving at 10.” *prints tickets and hands them to me* We thank him VERY much and take off for C2 where she should be landing any time now….

10% Battery left. I need to notify her partner. I know her partner will be there to pick them up, but now she’ll be looking for them on the wrong flight… I call. Bad number. I message her through Facebook and hope she gets it, she immediately responds with a number. Whew. I call and let her know about the change of flight. She asks, “When does it land?” Well, of course she’d want to know that. I don’t know. The passes just say boarding C26 at 9:36. I tell her I’ll let her know as soon as I find out.

We make it to C2, and I send a message to my ex… “Don’t panic! It’s all worked out, meet you at the gate.” She responds, “Landed!” Then something like… “Thank goodness!” I’m watching the clock, but I don’t see the plane. Anytime now, the plane will appear. I have my son watching for the plane. He’s restless and wants to play, not run around the airport and behave. Please keep him sidetracked, please….

Then I have this BRILLIANT idea. Send my daughter to get info on the new flight! When does it land? Go find those boards, read it, and let me know what it says. Here’s the flight info…. I give her the boarding passes. My daughter can work on that while we wait for my ex, and I can get the landing info and be exactly where I’m supposed to be! My daughter takes off….

5 minutes later, she calls me in a panic, “MOM!! I don’t know where I am or how to get back!” Honey, just come back the way you came… “THEY WON’T LET ME!!” Huh? Who? Where are you? “I don’t know, there’s baggage claim here….” Oh honey, you left security. Oh no, you have their boarding passes. Oh no no no. “Mom, I didn’t know, I’m so sorry – what do I do?!” Okay, I don’t have time for this. I can’t get you back in here because stupid, stupid me didn’t give her HER pass, no, just my son’s and my ex’s. And I can’t go get her and all of us fight security again or they’ll miss the plane. So I respond…. “Okay, don’t worry about it. I’ll take care of it, you just get to Baggage Claim D31.” “BUT MOM! How do I do that?!” I don’t know. Ask someone for help, I can’t help with this right now…. 7% battery, and I haven’t gotten her partner the landing info, and I’ve lost my teenager. Dude, I’m in trouble.

I drag my son to the counter and explain the situation…. “So you’re trying to get me to print tickets for someone who is still in the air? And you’re not flying? What kind of identification do you have for these tickets? Uhhh, none. I didn’t book them. “Do you have a reservation number?” Well, yes. No. Maybe. I mean, I have the original one, then they rebooked her…. It’s all I’ve got, maybe it’ll work. I give her the number, she hands me 2 tickets. WHEW!!

It occurs to me that we’ve changed terminals. We’re in Terminal C. I told my daughter to meet me at D 31 baggage claim. Uhh. Well, I sure hope she can figure this out. If not, I’ll figure that out later when I can get the car and go find her.

While I was busy getting tickets, the plane appeared. People are trickling off… 9:25. My ex’s last off the plane. Hahaha, of course she is. I calmly (and proudly, I admit) meet her at the gate, toddler and new boarding passes in hand, as if I’ve got everything under control and have the entire time! She looks frazzled. “Our flight out…. Still delayed…??” “No, you missed it. I’ve got you rescheduled to the next flight, it leaves at 10, boarding is in 15 minutes in C26. Here’s your boarding passes, come on.”

We get there with just enough time for a quick potty break, and then they immediately board the new plane. The screen says landing at 11:11 pm. I text that to her partner then head out. I took the Skylink back to D wondering if and how my daughter got to Terminal D. When I get off the Skylink, I met the guy who initially helped us with the rebooking, and I thanked him again. He said, “You’re already back from Terminal C?!” “Oh yes, they’ve boarded, thank you so much.” “Why are you here… oh, did you PARK in Terminal D? HAHAHAHA!!” “Yes, I did….” I join him in laughter, but I’m not entirely sure why that’s funny.

Then I follow the signs to baggage claim and burst through security. D31 Baggage Claim… I’m in the right spot, and LOOK! So is my daughter!! She’s good. 😉 She got all the way to D31 and was EXACTLY where I expected her to be when I got there. I have to say, I’m rather proud of her.

Oh my, what an adventure. Applesauce.

Brilliant Ideas….

So you see, after work, I decided I needed to move some fencing around the yard, rearrange, and move some goats to another location. I had done some figuring, and I thought, no problem – I’ll take a piece of fence here, 2 from there, and one from there… and tadaaa! 4 pieces that make a square for a separate pin over THERE. So I went to work. The first piece came out of a separate area where I put Freyja during feeding time. No problem!! Well. Except the minor fact that I chose FEEDING TIME to do this. So of course, there was a dog in there while I was trying to redo the fencing. And this dog is infatuated with cats. And she tries to escape. Oh, and she’s partially deaf. And doesn’t recall. Letting her out is MASSIVE fail. It took a while and LOTS of work, a bit of finagling, and maybe a little dancing… but I managed to steal the fence panel without letting her out.

Then I went to the buck pen. Well. What used to be the buck pen. Now it’s the “Big goat” pen. No problem, I think… I’m just going to take these last two panels at the end, connect these two ends, and waaala! Ha. Ha. Haha. Right. Except that… when I’m removing these panels, I have no place for the big goats to go. So while I was inching the panels away, I was also being hounded by goats who desperately wanted out so they could free-graze. Which is fine, except Sugar is a problem. She knows where I keep the feed, and she doesn’t free-graze. She darts for the feed. So I had to dance yet again to keep the goats in the pen while I was removing panels and moving the fence. I thought I was doing really well until… the fence came about a foot short of connecting to the other side. In case you didn’t know, that’s plenty of space for goats to go through. So I was stuck dancing with goats while trying to figure out my next move. Suddenly everything had to change. I could connect the fence another panel up, and that would even give me another spare panel right there without further work… except it meant a lot of work to move the fence where it was attached in the LITTLE goat pen. Long story short, it was a complicated disaster…. and I was dancing with goats.

Decision made, I disconnected the panel which connects to the little goat pen and connected the fence at the closer panel. The little ones aren’t big enough to move it so I just left it while I was working on the big goat area. Sugar and Tanner were not impressed that I didn’t let them out. Oh well. I got the big goat area completed while swiping 2 panels. Then I did something really brilliant. Instead of moving one of the fence panels at a time, I decided to go unhook both of the “freed” panels from the fence. Did you know that if you unhook one panel from everything, there is nothing holding it up? So did you know if you unhook 2 from everything, then unhook one from that so you can move it… you totally just unhooked one panel from EVERYTHING holding it up?! Yeah, well. My brain realized that one a little too late as my daughter was being a very good girl and just going along with my insanity. It wasn’t until I unhooked them both from the fence and then went to remove the one to move it that I realized what I’d done. And I commented about how smart that was. My daughter? “Yeah, I wasn’t going to ask. I figured you had some plan…” Yep, the plan was to move the fences, not disconnect them and watch them fall over.

When we got both of those panels moved, I returned to the mess I made of the little goat pen and the disconnected panel. I was even armed with scissors and zip ties. I had to get IN the pen to move the panels around and fix it. First I had to cut the zip ties, move the fence… and oh crap!! That panel I disconnected earlier to connect the big goat pen? Yep, I just cut it loose from the other fence too so now nothing was holding it up. Ooops. How did I make that mistake TWICE in 15 minutes?! A teenager jumped in JUST in time to grab the panel, save the day, and keep the pen from opening up and letting little goats out! She held the free panel (effectively closing off the fence) while I moved the fence. That wasn’t so bad. Now I just have to zip tie it to the other, and I’m done!! Guys? Big goats dance around to find a way out. Little goats want to play. And jump on you. And eat your hair. And try to rip your shirt off. Seriously! Have any of you ever tried to zip tie a fence with goats jumping on you and eating your hair and ripping off your shirt? Just stop and picture that for a moment. And don’t you dare comment about my new bald patches.

I would like to say that somehow between us, we managed to complete the task and made a small pen in another location, and I moved Tanner to graze over there for a bit this evening. Sugar gets a turn tomorrow.

So then I was sitting in my bedroom working on some things on my computer, and I saw *something* out of the corner of my eye dart across the room. I grabbed my house shoe for protection (I’m certain it would have protected me!!), and I tiptoed into the bathroom to see if maybe I was imagining things. And then a little grey mouse darted over to the sink…. Forget the shoe. I ran to my door and called the cats! FIVE cats came RUNNING to my rescue! No wait. Five cats came running to my call, thinking I might give them treats or pets or something. Not a SINGLE cat came running to my rescue. I left the door open to my cat-free room for a little bit hoping they would, you know, get motivated or something? And so I had three cats sleeping on my bed, one sleeping on my chair, and one in the bathroom making noise. I thought that *maybe* just *MAYBE* he was mousing…. until I peeked in and saw him on my bathroom counter… attacking himself in the mirror. OSSY!! *sigh* Fur REAL? I have FIVE cats in my room and not a ONE of them goes after the mouse?! I finally got irritated with the insistence of pets and getting into stuff and decatted my room again. I don’t know where the mouse is. At least it’s not a snake or a spider.

And with that thought, it’s time for bed. Goodnight world. Dream of mice scampering in your bedrooms while you sleep. No wait. Don’t. Dream of that which makes your heart smile.

Solid Waste… and more!

The sun was brutal today. My daughter and I were both having trouble shielding from the insane brightness. Finally my daughter went, “OH!” And she jumped up and started fiddling in the truck. It’s my Mom’s truck, and my Mom has a tendency to hide things in her vehicles. Like glasses. My daughter opened a thingie and went “LOOK!” as she handed me a pair of sun glasses. Hahaha. THANK YOU! Brilliant child!! Then she kept fiddling and messing and looking in stuff until she found another pair of glasses. She put the glasses on herself and went, “Oh, uh…” I glanced at her and laughed and laughed – she looked ridiculous in the hilariously large glasses. I *thought* the “oh, uh…” was because she looked SO bad. I didn’t like the ones she gave me, they were too small and kinda hurt. So I took off the glasses I was wearing and handed them to her as I said, “Here, let’s trade. Give me those.” She obliged and happily took the ones from me. Then as I started to put them on, she goes, “….But you won’t be able to see *anything* out of them!” I registered what she was saying about the time I registered that I COULD see. Apparently Mom had hidden prescription sunglasses in her truck. LOL!! I know my vision isn’t the greatest, but that’s beside the point. I was stoked as I responded to her, “OH YES I CAN!! Look, I can read that SIGN! And that one! And that one…. and I can count the vehicles over there, and that up there is a truck, I can see it clearly!”…. All while she was about to pass out. “Um. Mom? Do you really see THAT badly? All this time, you can’t see anything?!” She’s scared to ride with me now, but I don’t understand why. I should probably find a new optometrist and get some new glasses.

I did mention we just got home right? That means driving after dark? I really despise driving after dark, and I don’t like to tell on myself very much about it, but tonight was really rather funny so here goes…. I approached one traffic light and stopped as I typically do if I can’t tell. I sat there for a good while waiting for it to turn green. Just to realize when it finally changed colors that it WAS green… so as the light was starting to turn red, I finally went through the intersection. Glad no one was waiting behind me. Just didn’t register at ALL that I could go or even to check and see if I could go. I think I’m tired.

There was another intersection that had messed up lights. As I approached, I was like, “Uh, not real sure WHAT to do with blue lights….” I can generally see blue. And traffic lights aren’t blue. Maggie laughed and said it was green, but it was definitely NOT green. A few minutes later? Another blue light. I commented to her about, “Look, that one’s blue too.” Her reply was FULL of uncertainty: “Yeah…. that one is definitely… NOT…. blue. But it’s not green either….”

We were playing with my GPS on the way home tonight. We were playing with the verbal commands and telling it to take us to [insert random thing we said] and see where it suggested. Because of Mr. Rickman’s recent passing, I said, “Severus Snape” – GPS asked if I wanted to go to Steak Escape. Cute… Then we tried other things for the fun of it. When my daughter said my son’s name, it asked about a bunch of tire shops – totally fitting. Most were pretty great and generally very fitting, but I don’t remember them. Then I said Maggie’s name…. GPS was like, “Okay – routing to SOLID WASTE!” *sigh*

Odds N Ends…

I’ll start this one off with – I’ve been sick. My brain is NOT fully functioning…. and this is bits and pieces of multiple things that should make you giggle from our lovely holiday.

I took the kids down to my Mom’s again this year. I have 2 phone chargers for the car. One does not work. The other might, but I’m not certain because my phone does not charge well. And I didn’t throw out the “bad” one just in case it did really work, just not on my phone. So when we started out, I plugged my phone in and realized it was the “bad” one that never charges the phone. I switched to the AC adapter because I know that works. I handed my daughter the car charger and mentioned that she could use it if she wanted to try it. I made no promises as to whether it would work, just that she could try since her phone was dead. She plugged in her phone and said no, it didn’t work. But she left it plugged in anyway just in case, and she put her phone down.

A bit later, she could not find her phone. It was missing. She checked her lap, her seat, the floor, and everything in between. She was PISSED that she lost her phone, and worse – she lost it when it’s dead so it can’t ring. She looked again as she wallowed in her anger, didn’t find it and sat there angrily for a little bit. When I mentioned something about checking her seat, I thought she was going to bite my head off as she told me she checked EVERYWHERE, looked down at the floorboard, went “oh”… picked up her phone…. and followed the short cord all the way to the plug in the car. Then she looked at me like, “Really?!” I just about wet myself I laughed so hard.

On the up side, her phone was charged…

My son is incredibly intelligent. He knows his ABCs and his numbers. I don’t just mean he can count or sing – I mean he can point them out and tell you, “B is for Ball” while he hands you a B. We use magnet numbers and letters regularly, and he brought me the C. While I was changing his diaper, he told me that “C is for Car” I said, “YES! C is for Car and Cat and Cassidy…. Did you know your name is Cassidy?” His response?

Wait for it….

“Name is Cassidy Torin Braamber NOW!”

I didn’t know he knew his name was Cassidy. Much less that he thought his name was Cassidy Torin Braamber NOW! LOL!!! He repeated this multiple times throughout the day.

We’ve also been working on, “Don’t take things that are not yours.” Did I mention we’ve been sick? At my Mom’s house, my son got a little snotty. I didn’t notice it yet, and it was apparently bothering him. He walked up to a tissue box, carefully grabbed the tissue sticking halfway out of the box, and used it on his nose. Then he carefully LEFT the tissue halfway in the box and happily trotted off. It wasn’t his. He didn’t have permission to take it. So he didn’t. Something tells me this rule backfired BIG time.

When we got home Saturday evening, we quickly unloaded in the floods and put stuff up. Or at least mostly up. Then we fed, and I went to bed. I was feeling REALLY bad. Last night, I wandered into the kitchen, and I opened the fridge looking for water. I saw everything BUT water. I mentioned to my daughter who was standing there that, “We need to clean out the fridge and get stuff out of here that….” While speaking, I picked up a thing of lunch meat and put it in the meat drawer to try to organize just a little bit. Then I saw a strange looking package. I picked it up, looked inside….. Yep. This would be one of those things that does NOT belong in the fridge. Now, can someone please tell me how my daughter’s jewelry made it into the fridge? With the weather, I’m not sure I’d want to wear a chilled necklace right now. Maybe in the summer….

Child Trafficking

The plan was to get up early, drive up to the Panhandle, pick up a bunch of animals (in various places), and drive home. I’d hoped to be home by dark, but I knew it would be more like 10-midnight before we made it in. Hah. Riiight. I stopped in Bowie and picked up a small trailer just to have a little more space for hauling. It had a bad tire so we took it to the nearby tire shop to get that fixed before getting back on the road. That put us just a little bit later than we had planned, but it was still okay. Until we were approaching Wichita Falls. My kids were asleep, and I was having a nice, peaceful drive going about 75 MPH…. Suddenly my daughter bolted upright with a look of horror on her face, “MOM!! WHAT’S WRONG??”
“Nothing honey…”

“Um. Okay well there is now…” Trailer was flying behind us, and I knew it was a tire somewhere. Though I thought by the way the trailer was flying that it was the tire on the trailer. I was on an overpass, and I had traffic all around me. I managed to get slowed down and pull off the road, but I really thought I was losing the trailer at least, and at worse, hitting cars or the concrete wall beside me. When I stopped, I was surprised to see the trailer still there and still attached. I got out and walked around… and the trailer tires were fine. Then I saw the truck. Oh my. It was a MASSIVE blowout.
Where I pulled over, I had a choice of being on pavement or being out of the road. I chose out of the road for obvious safety reasons. I said okay… no problem… I can handle a flat. Wrong.
I jacked up the truck and removed the shredded disaster, then I went for the spare. I could not for the life of me get the darn spare loose. It absolutely would not come down. I tried, and I tried. I tried the key in the back, I tried to see if there was any other possible way to get it down manually. I tried with everything I had.
While I was under the truck trying to get the spare, I realized how very comfortable it was. I wanted a nap. Right then. Right there. I needed to curl up and sleep. Seeing the red flags, I fought the urge, crawled out, got my phone, and started asking for help. I started by asking for phone numbers, but NO one answered except one place who answered to tell me they were closed and couldn’t help. Not even the Texas Roadside Assistance answered. State police didn’t answer. Towing… no response… So I posted on FB and went back to work on the tire. I checked in periodically because, well, I was desperate for help. Nothing. No one. No one stopped, no one came. I was already beyond my physical ability (not that it takes much these days) and still pushing because I was stranded.
This is when the decision to do this on the ground and out of the road came to bite me in the ass. The jack shifted, and the truck fell off. No one was under it thank GOD (damn good thing I wasn’t sleeping under there) so no one was hurt, but that put me a lot further from where I needed to be.
I temporarily gave up on the jack, realizing that it could just fall again if I rejacked it and started working on the spare again… so I left it alone (on the ground) to make sure it couldn’t hurt anyone, and I turned back to the problem of getting the spare out. Finally something went well. It worked, and I was finally able to release the spare. So I went to tackle the next part… jack it up, put tire on, get back on road. My brain was cheering and saying, “YOU GOT THIS NOW!!”… my body was saying, “No you don’t.”
Except the jack wouldn’t fit in the place I needed it to because the truck was now too low to the ground. I put the jack in the best place I could and jacked up the truck just as far as it would go. It wasn’t enough. I couldn’t get the spare on – it was inches too low. I reattached the flat thinking that would at least lift the truck to give me a better place to jack it higher. That theory was working, except I couldn’t do any more. I was exhausted and had been on the side of the road for over an hour. Our water and everything was already gone. I was overheated, and with my medical issues, I’d way overdone it as it was.
One of my good friends from DFW realized just how bad it was and that I was not getting help so she got in her car and started driving. I crawled into the front of the truck to try to cool off and rest while I waited for help. My son was really cranky because he’d been stuck in his carseat this whole time, and while we’d kept a door open, it was hot, and he wanted out. I sympathized with him and released him while I laid my chair back to rest. He started getting into all kinds of things. And the AC wasn’t working because we’d been stopped far too long. We were all pouring with sweat, and I was way past my limit. My daughter was telling me how she’d even drink HOT water if she just had anything to drink, and my son was crying because he was thirsty. “Milk please? Juice please? Water please? Drink please?” He couldn’t understand why I wouldn’t give him a drink, but we didn’t have anything left.
I was sitting there thinking about how nice it was to crawl under the truck. I had shade and a breeze…. Then I got a really silly idea. I put my son in the cage in the back of my truck, and I crawled in with him. Shade and breeze. Oh, and there’s nothing he can get into except what I give him to play with. BRILLIANT!! My daughter thought I was absolutely insane when I told her we were going to wait in the cage. It worked well for us, and within 5 minutes, my daughter appeared on the tailgate. She tried to lay down and get comfortable, but she was in the sun and was very hot. I commented that she at least needed to get out of the sun. She told me that it’s cooler out there in the sun than it is in the truck. I told her yes, I know, that’s why we’re IN the cage… in the shade with a nice breeze! It didn’t take her long to open the cage and crawl in with us.
So here we are. All three of us in the cage in the back of my pickup, waiting on help that’s coming from 2 hours away just to put a tire on for me because I can’t do it and can’t get help ANYWHERE. We waited and waited. I laid down and tried to rest and breathe, T played, and Mag complained. Cars passed, no one stopped. I gave up trying to get help and just waited because I knew someone was coming, it would just take some time. Then suddenly, we saw two police officers come around the corner. My daughter and I saw them, and we were both going, “Maybe they will stop! Maybe one of them will!…” Lights came on… We’re saved!! I opened the cage and crawled out, the kids followed. Suddenly we were swarmed with FOUR officer cars, all with lights on. Geez. I asked for help, but I didn’t know I needed FOUR officers…. Then another two cars stopped in front of us. Not police cars. By now I’m thoroughly confused. I’d been there for HOURS and no one stopped, now I had everyone. An officer approached first and looked at my kids and I, then he laughed and asked what was going on. I explained my situation, and he and the other officers jumped to work as he was explaining that the reason he had stopped was because someone had called in a 911 call that there was a truck on the side of the road with a bunch of kids in a cage in the back, and they were concerned about child trafficking. LOL!!! So that explains the massive onslaught of officers. Didn’t matter. I had help, and I was thankful.
The people from the other cars approached also and surveyed the situation. They had tea, cold tea even. Then one left. The other offered to let us sit in her car in the AC and cool off. I was really struggling by this time, but eventually, we did all end up in her car while the FOUR officers changed my tire. The other person who had stopped returned with cold water and snacks for all of us. They offered T a bottle, but he was confused and didn’t know what to do with it – we put cold drink in his cup for him, and he was happy. They gave T a change of clothes (cooler clothes) because I’d had him dressed in blue jeans since I knew we were going to be in everyone’s pastures. I was glad I had worn blue jeans after all the crawling around on the ground though. Anyway, these people were all lifesavers. Then it was done. They had the tire changed, and all was good. We could drive again after about 4 hours on the side of the road. Except I couldn’t. I was overheated and unable to walk, much less drive. And the officers weren’t going anywhere until I did so there I sat, waiting to feel like I was able to drive with a crowd of officers behind me. This isn’t going well. My newest friend offered to drive the truck off the road and into the nearby truck stop so we could sit and cool off… and get out of the road. Once I realized that was about my only option, I agreed.
We weren’t in the truck stop very long at all when my friends from DFW arrived. I was feeling a little better (but was apparently still very ill). We rested, and I’m not entirely sure how it happened, but when we left, my friend came with me instead of going home. She wandered all over the panhandle with me all night. What a friend. I’ll admit though, I’m not entirely sure I would have made it without her. I had a very rough evening, especially after my little fiasco.
Add to all of this that my phone died, and I lost touch with everyone I was supposed to be meeting. *sigh* By the time we got to Amarillo, I changed my plans all around, and we started going only to the places where people answered or I knew it was okay to stop. I didn’t hear from the guy in Dumas who had a dog for me so we didn’t drive to Dumas. I did hear from him later, but it was too late as we’d already gone the other direction. I was supposed to pick up a calf, but because I was soooo late, it just didn’t happen. I did get the 2 goats I had planned on getting though. I went to pick up another dog as well, but it was sometime in the middle of the night, and things didn’t go well with that pickup. I was supposed to just grab the dog from the backyard (owner knew, I wasn’t dognapping). First, there were multiple dogs there, and I was expecting only one. The other thing that was mentioned was that this was the only one who will let you grab the collar. So when I opened the gate, several barked, and ONE came running up to me and let me grab its collar. I went, “Um. Okay….” I tried to call the person I was picking up from (she wasn’t there), but I couldn’t get through. I was going, this is the one that let me grab its collar, but I don’t think this one is right. I finally shined a light on it just to make extra sure, and it was definitely NOT the dog I was after. I finally found the one I was after curled up and hiding. The dog was scared and didn’t want to come. My daughter picked him up and carried him to the truck. This was a dog we were excited about picking up and making a part of our family. Then when I opened the truck for her to put the dog in, he freaked out, pushed away, and took off running. We tried and tried to catch him. Every time we got within 15 feet, he ran. We couldn’t even get close enough to corner him, then we lost him. We found him, we lost him. We found him, we lost him. I tried calling for help, but I got no answer (story of my life at this point LOL). We kept trying until we lost him and absolutely could not find him again. Then we said okay, well… I feel terrible, but I can’t chase this dog all night. I still have more stop and then to drive ALL the way back home. So we got in the truck empty handed and started off…. And we saw him. We stopped the truck and rolled a window down… and he was gone again. I kept trying to get the owner on the phone, but I finally gave up and kept going. We picked up Pixie, Shadow, and Lady in Claude last. All were happy to see me. We put Lady in the backseat, and Pixie sat in my lap. We tied Shadow down in the back, and we took off. When we stopped again, Shadow was gone. The tie was there, but she was not in the truck. As of now, Shadow is still missing, but we have a search going for her. I sincerely hope she jumped out while we were stopped either for gas or at a light or something and not while we were driving down the road. So in the end, we made it home safely with “Bad Bad” aka Leroy, “Lacy”, “Lady”, and Pixie. We got home close to 8 am this morning and unloaded what we had. I put out food and water and such, then went to bed. I only slept a couple hours. I need more, but I just can’t. I’m feeling physically ill after this trip. Heat, overdoing it, lack of sleep, dehydration, it was just too much. I am very, very thankful though for everyone who helped.

And as a closing thought… if I’d known all I had to do to get help was get in the cage with my kids, I’d have done that HOURS earlier. If you’re ever stranded and need help, just go hide in a cage and wait.