I'm willing to share small tidbits of me. Who I am. What I experience. Why I do what I do. Just ramdom thoughts from me. Enjoy!
Who?
Name::Random me From::California, United States
I am a wife and mother of two boys. I work full-time in the electronics industry. It took me 6 years to graduate college (no, I'm not embarrassed-I finished, Dammit!) SJSU class of 1990. I love to cook, because I love good food. I'll pass on sweets, but will eat something with garlic or onion in a minute. I HATE cheese, except Mozzerella on pizza-and that has to be combination pizza. I hate chick flicks, but love a good thriller. My husband and I are real estate investors on the side. View my complete profile
I hate it when my shit’s raggedy and right now.....my shit is raggedy. My car, that I love desperately, needs some “refreshing”. She’s a 10 year old Toyota Camry. I had the transmission rebuilt last year—it went out without warning.
One evening on my way to Target, I was at a stop light and when the light turned green, I pushed the accelerator and she didn’t move but an inch. I pushed down harder and the sweet purring engine revved, but she didn’t move for about 7 seconds. Now, as we all know, when a red light turns green and your car doesn’t move and horns start honking as if you didn’t see the light turn green, seven seconds can feel like 17 minutes and 32 seconds. Eventually, she and I moved through the intersection at about a rate of 1MPH. It was slow, but she and I got through it-leaving all but one honking car waiting for the next green light. Suckahs!!! Whatever.
I was able to make it home from Target okay, and I immediately determined that it was the transmission. I got her in the shop to get that resolved right away. Get this: I was driving my car the day before and one of my friends was in the car with me and I mentioned that I was thinking of selling my car and getting a new one. “She” (the car) heard me….Payback is a bitch, isn’t it?
In the past, I’ve also knocked off my right side rear view mirror trying to pass a truck at a stop light and broke my antenna going through a car wash. Yes, both I would consider ‘dork accidents’ equivalent to a big self inflicted door dent on a Dodge Dart. On both occasions, I drove her straight to the dealership without going home first and told my husband to pick up me there. I just can not drive around in a raggedy car.
Now, the paint on my car is…well…. Let’s just say it looks like paint is missing in spots. She just looks ashy, like she needs lotion…I’ve always taken such good care of her, but the paint just faded and wore really bad over the last year. Once I went to get it washed and waxed, you know, try to make her feel good--and the guy at the carwash said, “We’ll wash it, but don’t bother waxing it.” WTF??
She desperately needs a paint job and I need to get her in the shop right away—maybe next week. I need to get my shit tight!
Posted by Random me ::
2:31 PM ::
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