Earlier while driving home an old Staind song came on the radio, one of those terrible ones I listened to as an angsty 9th grader. I decided to see how well I remembered it.
I sang along and didn’t miss a single word, even though I probably haven’t heard it in 10 years or more.
I sit here locked inside my head
Remembering everything you said
The silence gets us nowhere
Gets us nowhere way too fast
Today, after riding in the truck with my husband all week (except that one day my work was closed and I stayed home) I drove my own self to work.
You know what’s really fun? A sticky gas pedal. Not like the things that you see on TV where people need police escorts ‘cause they’re going 100mph and can’t slow down and just have to not hit anybody, ‘til they run out of gas. I’m talking the opposite problem.
I’ve noticed it a time or two as the weather gets colder. I read in an online forum that it’s pretty common in my car and a good throttle-body cleaning will fix it. So I asked my dad to look into it, noting that it wasn’t urgent.
It sure was today! It was so cold that the gas pedal stuck all the way to work. It never warmed up, even though I drive over 20 miles one way. It was completely terrifying. I can get it going by stomping on the pedal, but of course, you don’t know how hard you’re gonna have to stomp to get it working. And once you get it working you don’t know how fast you’ll be going. Seriously, every single time I hit the gas was a crap-shoot as to whether it’d work or not. Do you know how many times you hit the gas in a single drive? Yeah. It was bad enough that the roads were terrible. At every stoplight when I couldn’t get going again, I had to decide whether my tires were spinning, or if the gas wasn’t working.
My dad got me in with our “usual” mechanic; he does a great job and doesn’t charge you much. $20 later I seriously feel like I have a new car.
An obnoxious friend of my dad’s, named Gary, was at the shop when I was there. I used to hide as a child when he’d come over, because he bothered me. The last time I saw him was about 2 years ago at a benefit for my late uncle. He wasted little time asking me if my boyfriend (now husband) and I were having sex, in the presence of my grandma. (She told me not to answer that and promptly threatened to wallop him with her cane.)
So he heckled me, of course, as I backed my car down off the blocks and out of the garage. My window was open and I gave him the finger as I drove away, feeling smug as ever, while our faithful mechanic cheered me on.
I think I’d been waiting all of my 27 years to do that. What a great way to end my week.
Oh yeah, my tumblr turned 1 year old yesterday. I didn’t actually think it had been that long. Happy birthday, blog!
We already have 8-12” where I am!
I get a snow day today. My work very rarely closes so it was quite a surprise. I actually texted my co-worker who does all the public relations stuff and asked, “Is this for real?!” Yes. Yes it is.
Unfortunately my husband’s work did not close. I don’t mind making the journey to work with him because we’re together, but now I’m gonna be nervous about him getting back. Hopefully if it gets real bad they’ll close up early.
I thought about making a trip out to run some errands around town, but I just watched a garbage truck fail to make it up the hill near me. My house is on a steep hill from all angles, and I don’t want to go out just to have to abandon my car and walk back.
Off to attempt keeping this mess clean. I did some shoveling Monday night and “over-did it.” It has been 5 weeks today since I had my surgery and I underestimated how weak my abs still are. I am sore. I am hoping to go out every hour or two and push this stuff around so I don’t have to lift it. I feel bad that Matt is out in this and I am not in a position to be very helpful while I’m home!
[Earlier in the car, while listening to an all-90s music weekend with Alanis Morissette’s “Ironic” on the radio…]
Matt: Do you know what this song makes me think of, each and every time I ever hear it?
Me: No, what?
Matt: “God said to Adam… ‘Cursed is the ground because of you; through painful toil you will eat food from it all the days of your life. It will produce thorns and thistles for you,and you will eat the plants of the field.” [Genesis 17b-18 in case you were wondering]
Me: …Uh, yeah. I guess it kind of is like that.
So, someone threw an egg at my car last night while it was parked on the street. Just one. More annoying than anything, and what were these hooligans doing out with only a singular egg to throw, anyway?
I’ve only had this car a couple of years but it’s been vandalized multiple times now. Once I had to attend a party hours after someone had smashed a window out, only one month after someone threw paint thinner at it, and I remember telling my sad story to my friend Tyler. He asked me what I drove, thinking I’d reply with a Lexus or something, and I said “A Ford Focus.” He looked confused and said, “Oh? People target those?” Sums it up.
It’s old, and it’s never had all its hubcaps. I never have figured out why it’s a target. All I know is when I had that rusted-out Cavalier this sort of thing never happened.
It is a great car and I plan to keep it until it won’t drive anymore, but I’m getting really tired of people thinking it’s worth defacing.
I could have shown you the other side of my wrist as evidence of the past, but I decided it was better to show you my wedding rings as evidence of the present. Love wins.
Hubs came home today saying he was doing “okay.” Just okay? Are you sure?
You shot THREE deer in 24 hours. How are you *just* okay?
Welp, he lost his ring. Again. This time he didn’t find it.
That first time around was a good practice run to get me used to the idea, so this time I really wasn’t mad. I had already found him the “temporary” ring a few days ago so I gave him that - an old hematite band I used to wear on my thumb. It fits his ring finger pretty nicely. We looked online at some new rings.
On the bright side, just about anything you want to buy this time of year comes at a deep discount. I may have him go with an engraving option and put our address in there.
Also, still taking bets on what gets lost next year. Come on you guys!!!
I’m not really going anywhere today to wear my own but this is a pretty neat idea. If anybody is looking to talk to someone today, please message me. You’re not alone!