Just a Can of Hairspray

So Friday I am driving back from my apartment to work when a lovely engine light appears and my car starts driving funky. I have a 2002 Civic with 60k miles on it. It’s had NO issues until Friday.

I pull into Prestonwood Baptist and call McDuff. I call my insurance who then calls me a tow truck. Did I mention that my car wouldn’t go over 20 mph? Over McDuff drives, leaving work, to come to my rescue. About 30 minutes later, Tow Jam arrives to tow my Blueberry away. I wanted to cry. I love my car. It has been so good to me for 4 years. It spoiled me. And now she wouldn’t operate, and I didn’t know what was wrong with her.

I get the call Saturday that the TPS needs to be replaced. That includes the throttle gasket and body…$540! NICE!

McDuff was so sweet. Poor guy toted me around all weekend. He even took me to work Monday morning, as my car wouldn’t be ready until later that day.

4 pm hits and the dealership calls to tell me that my car wouldn’t be ready because the part didn’t make it in. Oh boy! Don’t tell me one thing, promise me something will be done, and then not follow through. There are a TON of Honda dealerships here in Dallas. So the service departments must compete. My serviceman came through and loaned me a car…an Accord EX-V6. What he didn’t know, was that I’ve been eyeing to buy one. I was in heaven. I’m in love.

I had to return the car today, as Blueberry was all fixed. I hope she wasn’t jealous that I had a great time driving the Accord. Blueberry has been so loyal and dependable, that as much as I want to buy a new car, I feel a sort of saddness because she was the first car that I bought. I’ve had so many memories with her and lived in so many different apartments. She’s never once failed. She starts up no matter how cold and no matter how hot it is outside. She doesn’t complain when she gets rained on or having to drive in the snow (that hasn’t happened often).

There’s no bad reason why I want to sell her except that I’m growing up and want more of what I think is a grown-up car. I hope she will understand.

I hate getting attached to something that can’t think.

There are certain things that motivate and then there is the pile of stuff that doesn’t motivate me. For some reason being at the Mavs pre-season game (that we lost!) motivated me to get up at 5:55 am and workout. Now mind you, I have time to workout after work, I’d just rather not. And numerous times I have set my alarm/radio to wake me up at 6 am to get my lazy, but cute butt out of bed. And seeing the Mavs dancers I think inspired me. Maybe it was that along with my boyfriend telling me it wouldn’t take much to look like that. I know I can. I have the build for it. It’s just putting it into action now…

McDuff is a great motivator for me. I like it when he asks me if I worked out that day. I hate telling him no without a good excuse. I like it that my boyfriend motivates me to take better care of myself (except for those big bowls of ice cream he likes to feed me!) and to push my own body into what it can become. That inspires me.

Did anyone see that interception??? What a let down.

Um, what happened with our $25 million T.O.?

I went to the Ft Worth Zoo this past Saturday with some of my friends.  I haven’t been to the awesome Ft Worth Zoo in a long time. I think my favorite animal there was this bear. My friend’s little girl dropped a Teddy Graham in front of this bear, and boy did he like it! He stood up on his back legs hoping more would drop. He just kept looking around. Poor guy got teased with one Teddy Graham!

The other animal I thought was cute was the kangaroo. This one was sleeping in the sun. I am guessing he was tanning.

I like my living area quiet and when I come home from a busy day at work, I look forward to the quietness of my apartment.

Oh wait, who am I kidding? I come home to construction workers working on 2 new apartment buildings that are going on on either side of me.

There is dirt every where.

Guys every where. And not the hot kind.

Music booming at the pool. Yes, it’s October and people are still at the pool here in Texas.

All is fine until my obnoxious upstairs neighbor comes home. I know when she is home. I know when she leaves. She likes to walk around the place in her high heels. It’s like someone is nailing into my ceiling. She drops things. She plays fetch with her dog. It’s like a snow sled is being drug across my ceiling.

Some mornings, early mornings, it’s like she falls out of bed. THUD! She slams doors. She slams cabinets.

The best part is Saturday mornings. I wake up to construction at 8 am. 8 am! It’s my ONE day to sleep in and it is interrupted by “beep, beep, beep, beep!” Or “cling, cling, cling, cling!”

I’m moving. I can’t take it. Sorry Mom and Dad. I’m moving when my lease is up in December.