Did I just say Rim Job? *Updated*
I just got back from the grocery store and I actually ended up parked next to an early ’90s Ford Taurus Wagon with a tricked out rim job. Are you kidding me? We actually owned a similar hunk of crap a while back, though thankfully it wasn’t a wagon, and I can promise you no amount of accessories can improve it especially considering their’s had large rust holes in the doors. Damn road salt! The only good thing this car inspires are a few flashbacks to Veronica Mars. I know, enough already, but the best one involves Beaver getting all the love and “Dick’s flapping in the breeze”. How that made it past Standards and Practices is beyond me. If I read one more message board entry on why Dick’s name isn’t Wally, I swear. “Clue in Donut”!
Anyway, I have to quit smoking, again. I would blame Weezie, but how can you blame someone who started crisis smoking after a friend’s suicide and her brother’s near death? I tried to resist, but I confess I actually feel better when I am smoking. Perhaps it is like a security blanket, but I think it has more to do with breathing. I think sometimes we forget to breathe and smoking really makes you take long intentional soothing breaths. Admittedly, there is some hacking and bad breath involved, but it is calming, and apparently grounds for divorce. Ok, my husband never actually threatened to divorce me over it, but let’s just say he is really unhappy about it even though I smoked when we met. I also drank a LOT and was blonde, so it is like being married to a stranger. He seems to like the boring me better even if “I never grew up”. But I digress…must stop smoking…
*UPDATE* It occurs to me with a title like that, I should say something to class up the blog. Did I mention Weezie and I drive Jesus mobiles in an effort to combat our penchant for cursing and flipping stupid people off? You’d be surprised how well it works, sometimes. Also I would be remiss if I didn’t warn you not to tell my wicked hot, overprotective nephew, Jarrod that I was smoking. He would beat my ass.
Can you believe I got carded at Borders buying hair magazines? What is that all about? Do I look like I am into creepy porn or credit card fraud? Then I actually wasted my time trying to get my mother’s opinion on something. You haven’t met my mother, but if you had you would know that entailed a 45 minute conversation about nothing that didn’t even have the courtesy to be funny, just tedious, followed by her hanging up without answering me. Why do I bother?????
August 11th, 2005 at 3:19 pm
Ahhh…smoking…I just smoked the last one in a pack I swore would be my last, but guess what? When I leave work today, I will be heading straight to the store for another pack. I figure it’s only been 6 weeks, and at least it takes a few days for me to go through one pack. I’ve tried to limit myself to smoking only in my car, but normally, at night, I end up sneaking outside for one…or two…But, alas, the hacking, smelly breath, smelly car, and smelly clothes are so not hot. At least I’m not boozing it up or anything, and I can get out of the bed in the morning. Eventually, I will move past the desire to smoke–I do go through smoking phases that only last a couple of months, normally followed by/during some extremely sucky experience. Maybe, eventually, some of the intensity of my sadness will diminish and I’ll ditch the smokes. But for now, I don’t really want to.
August 12th, 2005 at 5:52 pm
Mother woes–so, I’m trying to decide if I want to go to the hospital tonight or wait until later this weekend, so I ask Mother if they want me to come. She says Thomas is having a good day and is cool with my coming, so I asked if I could bring them dinner and what they want. Can you guess what my problem is???
August 12th, 2005 at 6:26 pm
Yep, had that one. MANY times
August 16th, 2005 at 9:51 am
Oh, I forgot…
“…the Wells Fargo wagon is a-comin’ down the street…”