. confusion settles in .

Ohk so..this blog could be long..buckle down here..
Nick = away for 1 whole week
Lauren = counting down til the Friday he was supposed to be coming home.
Friday came. Excitement. . . YES!
Friday was a bit of a gong show, ridiculous, slow moving. . . a whole bunch of emotions all tied into one!
I woke up Friday bright and early very anxious for the day, but nervous because I had to navigate all by myself through the winding hills and streets and curves and roads connecting roads and street lights and stop signs and..
Confusion settles in.
Google Maps = a genius invention! Giving me the exact and precise directions of how to get to the airport. But do you think I listen to the google maps? Never. . . Why would I do that.
Confusion settles in. 
After hearing directions from person #1 I proceeded to get a completely different set of directions from person #2, who were both in fact in the same room at the same time giving me two completely opposite ways of direction.
Confusion settles in.
Time moves on and I then meet a friend. . . let's call her person #3, who was also with her mother, person #4.
Person #3 and #4 together began listing off streets. . . that eventually turned into a different street, which in return turned into a different street. Yes ladies and gentleman. . . a street may start off with one name and by the time you go 5 blocks it's changed it's name 9 times. Crazy. . . I know. . . but here. . . anything is possible.
So after this encounter, I now have FOUR different possible routes I should take to get to the airport "easily."
Confusion settles in. 
Venturing to the airport. . . listening to those directions? Absolutely . . . not.
Person #3 and #4 had a very simplistic set of directions, that I thought I would give a shot. After feeling confident as I drove through city upon city, I came to a complete HALT. The directions they gave me stalled. A road that was supposed to be named one thing, wasn't named that at all! What was I supposed to do!?!
Confusion settles in.
Super Lauren to the rescue.. I decide, this is my adventure, the world is my Utopia, I have no fear. . . Right? I begin driving down a street, in what direction I have no idea, thinking it must lead me somewhere.
Confusion settles in. 
I finally decide to be the good Prairie girl that I am and stop and ask for directions from a nice gentleman at a gas station. Now, I don't know if he didn't see my license plate or just chose to bypass the obvious that I wasn't around here and gave me these directions, "Get back onto this road here and whenever you come to a big intersection doesn't matter which one just turn left and keep going straight it will take you to another big intersection at the end, turn right and you should be good to go!"
Grrrrrrreat, that helped me perfectly!
Confusion settles in. 
But what the heck, I thought I would give it a shot. So I began down that "road here" and got to "a big intersection" and I proceeded to "turn left" and kept going straight, DOWN A MASSIVE MOUNTAIN SIDE HILL and got to "another big intersection at the end" and I "turned right" and guess what? Guess what?!? I was "good to go!"  Back on the main highway, that has major signs that will direct me accordingly to the airport. And get this guys, this main highway with signs and directions, is the EXACT route that is printed out on the lovely Google map I brought along with me.
less Confusion has settled in. 
If only I had listened to Google from the beginning. To make this long story extremely short and too the point. I did end up at the airport. And yes I did end up at the airport 3 and a half hours too early. But I did not even care, why? Because I successfully made it to their airport and I was 3 and a half hours closer to Nick arriving home.
And how did he react....
Confusion definitely settled in...