Genesis: In which the blogging begins

They say that necessity is the mother of all invention, but I've also heard that boredom is the necessity of all invention. And it is definitely boredom that has given birth to this blog. Boredom, and a desire to do something moderately interesting with my days, something that could potentially grow....if I think of interesting things to say, that is.
The current goal of this blog (subject to change as my whim decrees) is to record the interesting, weird, annoying, astonishing, ridiculous, or obnoxious events that grace my life. The past day and a half have been a veritable goldmine of such occurrences.
Yesterday being the last completely free day before my boyfriend, Jared, starts school again (I'm on the quarter system, lucky me) we decided to go rollerblading in Venice Beach. Uneventful? I think NOT!
It was only about 20 minutes out that Jared began to complain of random pains and difficulty skating. The cause was discovered when we had gotten all the way down to the Santa Monica Pier. Several of the wheels on his left skate were disintegrating. Literally disintegrating. Looked like someone had taken a large bite out of them. We now had to somehow get back to the car. Jared was limping....on rollerblades....quite an achievement. We finally reached a cafe and bike rental. Lo and behold, they sold rollerblade wheels! Lo and behold, Jared's skates aren't standard and therefore the standard wheels they were selling didn't fit. We staggered on to the next bike stand, only they didn't sell ANY wheels, standard or not.
I had a wedding to get to in the early evening, and there was no way Jared was going to be able to make it back to the car. So I told him to sit at the bike stand, and I skated back to the car with his skates, to get his sandals. It was a long way back. The skates were heavy. The sun was hot. By the time I got to the car, I was drenched with sweat. I made the necessary footwear exchange, shooting dirty looks at the minivan parked next to us, in which four kids were smoking. These kids looked like they were 10, which means they were probably 13 because I'm terrible with ages. Disgusting.
I started the long skate back to Jared. He was walking to meet me, his feet completely burnt from the hot sidewalk. So he's limping in sandals, I'm limping in skates, we're both dying of heat and thirst, and it's almost an hour later than I wanted to leave. But no matter....the wedding wasn't until 5:30 and there was no way my family would leave before 4:30.
In the car, I called my mom to let her know what was going on. She chewed me a new one, telling me that they were leaving at 3:45. It was currently 3:30. I am a good 40 minutes from home and I need to shower and change. Yelling ensued. I was left to take my own car to the wedding. Once home, Jared picked out an outfit for me, switched purses, put his GPS in my car, and got me a glass of cold OJ as I took a fast shower. I was out the door 20 minutes later. The wedding started in 40 minutes and the GPS said I'd just make it.
Except that the freeway was intensely congested. Because, you know, it's rush hour. In LA. Brilliant.
I got to the wedding 20 minutes late, only to find that 5:30 was when they started serving appetizers (POUNDS of appetizers) and the ceremony wasn't until 7:20. All that for nothing.
Wedding was beautiful, fun, uneventful (well, except for the groom receiving lap dances from his male friends).
Now it's 11:15 at night. I'm heading home on the 101 freeway. We're flying along, when suddenly, traffic grinds to a halt. Not a crawl. A halt.
I have stopped next to the entrance ramp, and all around me people are finding ways to wiggle their cars over to said entrance ramp, throwing their cars into reverse, and backing down the entrance ramp. Not one, not two.....about 35 people do this while I'm sitting there. Other people are trying to use the rightmost emergency lane to get ahead of the crowd. This strategy doesn't help them, and now all they're doing is blocking any emergency vehicles that need to get through from doing so.
30 minutes we sat there, then suddenly traffic takes off again. When we passed the scene of the crash (less than a 1/2 mile from where I had stopped) all that was left was a flare and some broken glass.

I don't want to get in a car again for a week.

Oh and today's adventure? Trying to go to the eye doctor, where they claimed they had no vision insurance for me. Except they do, because my mom was just in. Oh, and I work at my dad's office in the HR department, and therefore have spent the entire summer staring at my dad's insurance information. We definitely have vision insurance. The receptionist calls the insurance company, and they insist our insurance expired last year. Except my mom JUST brought my brother in. Of course, they have no record at the doctor's that my brother came in...they don't even have his name on file.
I try to call my boss in HR, she doesn't pick up. Neither does my dad. Or my mom. So I leave. Now I have to find another quiet moment to go in, once I've managed to convince the insurance company that we do, in fact, have an active account with them.

A little irritated right now? Oh, maybe just a little.
Stay tuned.....