Where am I?

So one thing you may not know about me ( or do know if you really know me) is that I am pretty direction challenged when driving. When I am in a store, or park or something like that I do ok. But in a car I am terrible.

I have a small history of going the wrong way when driving and taking small detours. Usually they are just that, small and no big deal. I get myself turned around, figure it out, point myself in the correct direction, and proceed.

Like, for instance, the time I tried to go to Salt Lake by way of Boise. I realized I was going the wrong way when I saw the signs for Blackfoot, so I got off at the reservation and got going the right way.

See, no big deal, not much time lost.

Today, however, I pulled a doozy. To my credit, it wasn't because I was turned around or confused, I was just not paying attention. Cars and cell phones really don't mix, especially if you want to get where you are going on time.

I had headed out today for a much looked forward to baby shower for a friend who has waited a long time to have a baby. I was so excited to see her and the baby, and some other people who would be at the shower. I filled up the car, got a coke, and headed out.

The problem was that my mom called.

Yeah, I can just blame it all on her.

I got to chatting, and apparently wasn't paying attention to where I was going. I mean, I have driven from Utah to Pocatello too many times to count. It is so easy I could do it with my eyes shut.

Or not.

After I got off the phone with my mom, I was jamming to my music when I finally decided to look around at the lay of the land.

It didn't look right.

Then I happened to notice a sign that conveniently let me know I as almost to Snowville, on my way to Burley.

Whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa? Where the crap am I?

When I realized I was going WEST on 85, and had been for a while (about 45 minutes to be exact) and that I was going to be VERY late for the shower, I was heartbroken. I mean, how could I have done that? I still don't know how it happened. But there I was, in Snowville. The next exit, according to Jason who I had looking up a map for me at home, was another 20 or so miles.

So I used one of those nice turnarounds you really aren't supposed to use, and flew as fast as my little vanny van could take me back the way I came, berating myself (STUPID STUPID STUPID) the whole time. Really, I think I averaged 90 mph, with speeds exceeding that every so often. I won't say how excessive. There are people who love me that read this blog.

Anyway, I made it to Pocatello 1 hour late. I left Utah with enough time to make it , took a very long detour, and was still only 1 hour late. Go speed racer, go.

I got to hold the precioius sweet baby, see my friends, and enjoy a scenic route to boot. Ok, I didn't enjoy the scenic route. It wasn't a cheap excursion, either. But I made it.

One more story to add to my collection of dumb things I do!