I just got a new car. The old one got me through so many weather jams I am grateful for the 11 years it gave me. That old green 2003 Outback will be missed. No car payments will be missed.
You know what will not be missed?
Headlights going out when the emergency brake light goes on while driving down the interstate.
Not having any dash lights and having to see the speedometer while going under a street light or following (a safe distance) behind someone else.
Front end grinding and knocking.
Juice stained carpets.
Juice stained ceilings.
Juice stained seats.
Knocked out front fog light from when Emily scraped a parked car.
Hole in back bumper when I drove over a generator.
A “My Child is an Honor Student” in middle school bumper sticker (oh, yes I was one of those parents). Since Tristan was 14, I’ve been trying to get it off. Goo Be Gone and then finally a chisel. Tristan is now 18 and still no dice.
The poor old green thing has been replaced by a dark grey 2015 Outback. Unfortunately, the new car smell has been replaced by Chick-Fil-A, Starbucks and poodle.
I’ve heard of these things happening, but until it happens to you it isn’t interesting. My stupid* GPS led me to a field in the middle of nowhere today! I could see a house out there so I thought I was going in the right direction through the brush. Then the “road” ended and I had to four wheel it in my husband’s Jetta to turn around.
Oh, yeah. I had the Jetta because while out last night the Outback was making a stupid* knocking sound. For weeks the knocking that I had been noticing intermittently realized itself by stalling when trying to shift into first gear. I barely made it home.
I hate John’s Jetta. It has a stupid* gear system. At least once a trip I put it into 3rd instead of 1st and it stalls. I then have to realize it, because I usually have the music up too loud. After realizing it I have to turn the key off and on again (which takes more time than you want when you are coasting through an intersection with 15 cars behind you). Driving home from the field tonight was a little different though. I had a stupid* police car following me from the highway all the way until I almost got to my street. And what do you think happened while I was going through the left turn signal? You are correct! I stalled the stupid* thing!!! Luckily he didn’t seem to notice, but by that time I was in a panic and sweating profusely from my upper lip. It really wasn’t a pleasant day at all.
*We all know what I am really thinking.
I felt so cool the way I handled my in-laws recently.
They seem to think I am not a great housekeeper. They would be right, but why do they care?
The last straw were the little hints and back handed comments about my messy car. They were making my blood boil, but I was too nice or scared to say anything. I know it is incomprehensible to some people that I could keep my mouth shut, but unfortunately it’s been figuratively beaten out of me.
I hate to clean. I find cleaning pretty close to the feeling of suffocation. As with a lot of things in life it must be done, so I do it. I put my headphones on and rock out when cleaning the toilet or loading the dishwasher. The other problem with my housekeeping skills is my ADHD or at least that is what I’m going with. I just don’t see the dirt. I mean some of it is noticeably obvious, but on my way there to clean it there is almost always something more interesting that catches my attention.
My passive aggressive stand to my in-laws was to wash my car the day after they left!
I did and then it snowed, not cool.