Tonight was the Halloween party at the girls' school. It was pretty fun if you like 10,000 kids running around with the soccer mom's and dad's in tow. I never really like going to the school functions. We live in suburbia and I am just not comfortable in the city....

...picture if you will, the first day of school. It was a beautiful day, I was happy for our middle child as it was her first day of school. My husband was asleep, the baby was sleeping, so me and the girls go to school in my truck. Now, my truck is a HUGE four door 4x4 truck with *REDNECK* written in 4 inch letters on the back, not to mention all the straw bales in the bed of the truck at the time. It's a nice truck, not all hillbillied out, it's just big and has *REDNECK* written on the back and straw bales.

We get to school and I don't know if anyone's noticed but the parking spots have gotten smaller. Well, I pull into a rock star parking spot with plenty of room to get the truck out. I take the girls into the school, see them off to their classes, hug and kiss them and tell them to have a great day. I walk off smiling, thinking of how much fun it will be for them and as I round the corner, I look at my truck across the parking lot and see a minivan pull next to my truck. As I get closer, I see that I am wedged in on all sides by minivans and SUV's, except for the front where there was a curb and road out of the parking lot.

I get in the truck with neither a smile on my face or a happy thought in my head. I figure that I can try backing up and seeing what happens. So, I start the big, huge diesel truck up and slap that sucker in reverse and try to make it out. I had two big mistakes that day...one being that I actually thought I got rock star parking and number two is thinking I could back out, no problem. I am crammed in on the right and left, I have about 10 feet behind me (which I swear is shorter then the truck!) and a curb in front of me. I call my husband but of course, he is sleeping. So, I leave a typical wife having a problem message..."BABE!!! WAKE UP!! I'm stuck in the parking lot and I can't get out...BABE!!!!!!!" With my first plan shot, I decide to jump the curb. I give the truck a little gas, 'cuz the whole time it's been runnin' of course, and the truck doesn't move. Crap!! I think if I give it too much gas, I will jump the curb and hit the minivans and SUV's across the road. At this point, my mornin' has really gone south in a hurry and I'm not seeing a way outta this any time soon. I call hubby again and he was still asleep, so I leave another message, though some of the words are getting worse and more desperate. Twenty minutes into my panic, the minivan next to me leaves. There was my chance to beat it on down the road. I whip it into reverse and look behind me best I can over the straw for kids and parents and off I went. Not even out of the parking lot and a lady in an Escalade feels she doesn't need to stop at her stop sign...with the big green beast coming, straw piled in the back...she stopped and I made it home in time to wake my husband up and yell at him!

I can laugh on it now, but that was surely a crazy mornin' that I don't want to repeat any time soon. My husband, Brandon, could only laugh at me. Hey, it's a big truck and I have even been asked by an older gentleman how the weather was up here. It was hot I told him.

It's now time for me to master the fine art of horse trailer hauling. Now that sounds like fun...stay tuned!!!