Another few minutes later, an old man and his wife pulled up and offered to break in for us. Help us break in?! (people are so nice here!) We told him we were sure help was on the way.
More moments passed. We decided to see if we could trip the alarm, we tried to guess the security code on the door handle and, we even tried just punching in all sorts of crazy number combinations in hopes that that the police would show up and let us get ready for the big fancy dinner we were now 15 minutes late for.
We lugged our bags up the first flight of stairs - that wasn't so bad, there were only a few steps. Then we came to the second flight of stairs. When you are pulling heavy suitcases, a purse and a bag full of swag, a staircase like the one in front of us looked like quite the workout. I looked up and we began to climb the staircase while pulling at our luggage behind us. We discussed how fast we were going to have to change to make it to the dinner before it was to late. We were half way to the top when the third flight of stairs came into view and we realized that third floor had the bedrooms and the showers. We pulled and tugged until we reached the top. Great, now I was getting sweaty. The third staircase was looming. Hyperventilating from the Zumba with Stairs! class we had just attended on that 2nd staircase, we gave up, left our things on the second floor and hurried of to the fancy dinner. We never got to dress in our fancy stuff so we agreed we would be the NON-Stepford wives. If you've seen that movie, we were Bette Midler.
Daybreak was a wonderful host to all us bloggers. (I'll blog about them later)
I got to meet so many cool people. We met The Food Nanny, The Sweet Tooth Fairy, Brian Clark, the mom from Utah who was on Survivor and lots of other amazing people.
Half way through dinner I turned to my friend Heather and asked her if she brought her lucky socks. She said, "Did you bring lucky socks?! Why?" I glanced at Judi....."Uh, because they told us to?" Heather started laughing. I started laughing. The whole table started. (they wont be laughing when I win that big screen TV!) Wait a minute....why am I laughing? Why isn't anyone else talking about their lucky socks? Didn't they get the email? Are Judi and I really the only two?
The itenerary for the weekend explained that there would be give-a-ways and random gifts. They ended this news with the phrase "so bring your lucky socks!" Am I the only one who has never heard this saying? Judi and I had both thought there would be a game like Lets make a Deal, where someone yells "Win a day at the spa if you have a Spoon in your purse!" "Win an Apron if you have your polka-dot socks on!" "Win an extra million dollars if those socks are PURPLE!" Judi and I were the only two people to bring actual socks. And although both of our socks had polka dots - mine were purple too. I could have won the million dollars...... Sadly, we were told that it was just a phrase and we weren't supposed to actually bring lucky socks. Housing must have divine guidance when they assigned Judi and I to share a house.
When the evening was over, Judi and I returned to our new home and (because we are all about fitness), we grabbed our bags again and Zumba'd ourselves up the final staircase. The rooms were great, each with big master bathrooms. It seemed strange to have a big bedroom to myself! We talked a bit, called home to check in and got ready for bed.
I tossed and turned all night. I just could not get comfortable! After several attempts at finding the perfect position - with maximum comfort - I found only one such place in that bed. If I was smack dab in the middle of the bed, I was fine and could relax but only if I was very still. I tried laying in all sorts of directions but, if I moved to far left or right I began to roll towards the edge. It was at this point I realized I felt a bit hot and sweaty which meant one of three things. 1. I am having a hot flash. 2. I just did an unattractive Zumba on a bed workout, or 3. Those few times someone told me, "You look HOT!" what they were really saying was, "No, seriously honey, you are sweating and look like you may have a fever." And with that, I decided to open the window.
|the haunted bedroom|
I've seen Ghost Hunters and Paranormal Activity so I did the mature thing - I bolted out of bed. (I mean, I rolled to the edge and then bolted.)
I assumed my ninja stance. The lights were all off. The slamming had stopped. I peaked out the door....nothing strange. I stepped into the hall....I heard nothing. I turned to step back into my bedroom when....
S L A M!!
The door slammed shut right in my face.
Resume Ninja stance.
Typical.....out of all the model homes, I get the one with a poltergeist. I mustered up my courage and quickly opened the door. That's when I noticed the curtains moving. It is also when I felt a bit stupid for being scared of the wind. I shut the window. I laid there in that bed trying to get comfortable. I wished for adult sized guard rails. You know how when you get scared in the middle of the night - and you are to scared to move? This is the perfect bed for that.
In the morning I asked Judi how she had slept. She hadn't heard all the ruckus. Nope, not a thing. I asked her how on earth she slept on the strange bed....She said her bed was fine. She slep like a baby. Of course she did....Why is it always me? Then I thought....Oh my gosh what if the beds really are fine and I had managed to somehow break their bed?
For the rest of the day I would ask various women if anyone had a funky mattress. No one did. No one else had a haunted bedroom, no one rolled off their beds. No, just me. (Although one house did spend part of their night with the security alarm going off. )
I had to face facts....I was wrong about the ghost. I was wrong about the socks. I must be wrong about the bed too. Stranger things have happen - usually to me. I decided to forget the craziness of #20 and had an awesome day at our retreat.
|Nicole, Judi, June & Heather|
Why did I ever doubt my instincts! Now that I think about it....... I bet there was a lucky sock class that we missed! Maybe number 20 really is housing a Poltergeist!
I am kind of like that darn Princess with a Pea under all those mattresses.
She couldn't sleep on her bed either.
She knew something wasn't right and in the end, she stepped off that final mattress - while looking lovely in her princess ball gown - into the arms of the prince.
I on the other hand - rolled off my mattress wearing scrunchies in my hair - and got back in my deformed fake bed. I was a hot mess thanks to that mattress but and she was gorgeous and became queen.
Well played princess. Well played.
|Me & Heather|