all is not well

Almost midnight and all is not exactly well.

That transmission problem? The gear shift plate something something something is going bad and it's not worth replacing/rebuilding the transmission for $2500+. SO. We let it go and it could a few more years before it goes totally, then we buy a new car. OVER FUCKING JOYED. I'm just thrilled, can't you tell?
So. panicpanicpanic panicpanicpanic

So we are doing the responsible thing. We're buying a new TV.
This TV, I think.

I also think we might be staying on The Queen Mary for our anniversary. I've never even been on a cruise ship. I have the feeling that I will be up all night watching/waiting for ghosts with my camera on. Could be fun though.

Like I said, it's almost midnight and for some reason I don't want to go to bed. This day has sucked pretty hard for no apparent reason.

I'll be in a better, hopefully more entertaining mood tomorrow. I promise.


12:36...and it's tomorrow

You know, technically it's never tomorrow. Now that I've burst my own bubble.....

I finished a book today that was dark and tragic and beautiful. The Wise Woman by Philippa Gregory. It took some pretty serious turns that I probably should have expected from Gregory, but it seems I did not. I think I was expecting something different than I got and was pleasantly surprised. I won't bore with my description, but I will recommend and link here if you're interested.

On the heels of this great book came a call from my husband asking me how much money we had in the bank. WARNING WARNING starts blaring in my head. When I asked why he said that the car wasn't shifting properly and it red lined when he got on the freeway today instead of shifting like it was supposed to. G-R-E-A-T. I wish I could make that period bigger.
He got home and took the car to the mechanic, who is thankfully across the street. They checked the transmission fluid and said it smelled burned and they we going to flush and change it.. We'll see if that does it. I guess you need to change your transmission fluid every 50,000 miles. Last time ours was changed? Never.
Our mechanic is a super sweet 60 year old Vietnamese man. He always quotes us a fair price and sticks to it, he never tries to upsell more parts or service, they do good work and we have never been charged a diagnostic fee. Not even absorbed into the price of the repairs. also? I can't understand a word he says. Ok, that's not entirely true, I understand about every 3-4th word (if I'm lucky) but my husband can understand him better so I think we're ok. When I was telling my mom this story tonight I said that he could probably tell us that he had a unicorn out back doing oil changes and I'd be all, Oh, Ok!

My mom and my husband were laughing hysterically at this.

I'm not sure if I inadvertantly made a really good joke, or if I should feel mildly insulted.

Now I claim my unicorn is telling me things. I think most people call talking to the voices in your head delusional.

But I have a unicorn so I'm totally safe.




That about says it all. I'm feeling very blah. Kind of sad and hurt and useless. I'm sure it will pass, in the meantime I am gorging on my favorite coffee and cleaning. Which I hate (hatehate) to do, but like the results.
I also ordered some postcards on Etsy for my postcrossing promise to myself.


California Oranges, kinda

It was kind of neat the other day, I sent my first postcard of the year, to Kansas (from California whee!) and I got a messege from the recipent, I guess I was her very first postcrossing card. Kind of awesome.

I think I'll go get a new address and drink another cup of coffee now.


i hate resolutions

Happy New Year!

Question: Why do we set ourselves up for failure and disappointment on the very first day of the new year? One word *RESOLUTIONS* We make these promises to ourselves to be better people, to lose weight or communicate more or stop smoking or whatever your particular poison is this year. How many times have you made a resolution and broken it (or forgotten about it)? A LOT right? Why set yourself up for the disappointment? Wow, that sounded a little jaded.

And now for the shocking news. I made a resolution, of sorts. I am going to try to send out at least ONE postcrossing card a week, so hopefully at this time next year I'll have at least 52 cards from other people.

That being said, it's been an appallingly long time since I've been here. Um, 10 months? Yeah. Suffice it to say that a LOT has happened since we talked last. Here we go -inanutshell-

The husband and I celebrated our 7th wedding anniversary. I turned 31 which seems to have been better than turning 30 for some reason. I decided to let my hair grow out and not keep dyeing it every 4 weeks, it is coming in a lovely burnt honey color and I now think I should have made this decision earlier. What else? The husband and I hosted two flash-mob style geocaching events and finally made it to 1000 caches found. Which was awesome. We'd like to do a bigger event but I can't figure out how to, you know, do it, without breaking the bank. I mentioned a while back that I was having trouble with some family members. I think they popped out of the same mold. Selfish, hypocritical, back-stabbing, delusional liars who fully -100%- deserve eachother. Back in June? May? I came home to find that my sister and niece has deleted and blocked my husband and I from facebook, a psychopathic friend wasted NO TIME in informing me that my sister was no longer speaking to me because I (and my mother) had called child services on her. That she "knew" it was me because of how the report was worded. Whuh?!? that is the most ridiculous thing I had heard in a while. I KNOW it wasn't me, and I'm damn near certain it wasn't my mom. How do I know it wasn't her? She was in the hospital for almost 3 weeks (2 weeks?) before child services came! On some massive drugs, like to the point that she didn't know where she was half the time. Yeah, SURE it was her that called...

I was kind of pissed about it all for awhile because I also found out(through a forwarded email) that she was telling some massive lies and saying some fairly nasty things about my husband and I. Mostly me. THEN I realized that I was SO MUCH BETTER OFF WITHOUT ALL THE DRAMA and that I felt so much relief that I didn't have to deal with the lies and stress anymore, that I am now grateful that she jumped to the wrong conclusion and bolted.I'm sure I'll change my mind about this feeling eventually, when I'm not so angry about the phone calls, emails and general backbiting. I still miss her sometimes but then my logic center wonders what exactly I'm missing.
Life has been a LOT less stressful for the last 7 months and for now I'm okay with that.
Wow, that was a big nutshell.

It was pretty quiet the rest of the year, my husband and I don't even fight to make it interesting. No, I won't say that. I love him and our non-fighting.

Running away now, should probably figure out what to make for dinner tonight. Wheee!