Saturday, July 28, 2012

Night Time

Night Time

  • 11:15 pm
  • Important parking lot business being discussed beneath my window.
  • my two loves have disrupted my dreams to remind me they have business to attend to outside as well.
  • sweet dreams?
  • the kind you wake up after and are unsure if dream life is real life?
  • or other dreams.
  • car crashes & keyless ignitions & failed brakes.
  • and what sarah says.
  • four paws on the floor.
  • four paws next to me.
  • fan whirring.
  • love is blind.
  • glasses on.
  • estate sale blanket shared with a cocker spaniel and the memories of a woman I don't know.
  • everything has a story.
  • and a price.
  • lights out.
  • estate sale light.
  • 11:28 pm

Tuesday, July 24, 2012

Happy Wallets, Happy Plates, Happy Girls

Happy Wallets, Happy Plates, Happy Girls

Every day leading up to June 13, I bugged my friends about dressing up like a cow to get a free Chick-Fil-A meal.
Free Chicken!
I've heard that they are an anti-gay company{not cool} but I didn't hear about that until after my cow-costume escapades, so I didn't have to feel bad about getting my wonderfully- scruptious free meal. 

In order to get said free meal, I enlisted my two friends.

Holly happened to have two matching dresses, one in black and one in white, so we each wore one with opposite colored splotches taped to it.  Holly had white sunglasses, and I had a black flowerdy headband in my hair.
Our other friend wore all black and had white splotches and met us there.

We ordered our food
{free food}.
Happy Wallets.

Then people watched as we ate...

Happy plates.

And happy girls.

Wednesday, July 18, 2012

Best Friendship

Best Friendship

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Best frienship.
In elementary school you thought you would only have one for the rest of your life, and you made bracelets to show to the world who your best friend was.
Or maybe you didn't, but you still had that special friend that you could share just about anything with.  Different than boyfriends or husbands, these ladies keep us grounded. 
Then a little thing called life happens, situations change, and people grow apart.

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I've had a few best friends in my short life.
My mom stayed home with me for all of my toddler/preschool years, so when I started kindergarten, I was ridiculously shy, but somehow, I managed to become friends with another little girl during that first year of school.  She was just fantastic, and I hear she is doing well and has two children of her own.  Her little girl, who is about to start kindergarten herself, looks just like her Mom.

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During elementary school and junior high, I was best friends with another girl. We played littlest pet shop, jumped on her trampoline , and had sleepovers where we would stay up all night playing Super Nintendo or watching The Lion King.  On hot Louisiana Summer days, we would swim at the Villa West pool, get snowballs from the local stand, or walk to the TCBY & pet shop near her neighborhood.  On Halloween, we would go trick-or-treat-ing.  She went to a different High School than I did, but we are still facebook friends.  She just found out she's expecting, and I wish her nothing but the best!

High School was a little different in that I had a few really good friends.  

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Friend S. and I grew close during church group.  She was a grade or two below me, so once I left for college, we lost touch.  She is now living up north(Lucky!) and has a cute cute little girl, and is training for a Marathon.  I didn't get to see her when I was in Boston, but when I go back, that is happening.

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Friend K. and I were close during the end of high school and the beginning of college.  She worked at Winn Dixie for a while, let me stay the night at her house often, drove a Sentra for a while, had amazing curly hair, and the two of us spent so many nights at Brady's during the Summers of 2003 and 2004.  She is still involved as an alumni with her University and her Sorority.  Basically, she's a classy kind of girl, and I'm happy to know her.

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Friend A. and I were also friends during high school and college.  She lived in a cool town called Pumpkin Center, tried to teach me to drive a standard, drove her Mazda right into the high school chemistry teacher's car, and drove me around for probably two years before I had my Mitzy.  Her family was one of the most welcoming I've ever been around, and I felt like their other daughter.  We went to Mardi Gras and ate big peanuts and drank Zima's(or maybe Mike's Hard Lemonade), got rolled under the table as a birthday tradition, sang Christmas carols, and mixed Gin & Diet Pepsi, also known as the Worst-Mixed-Drink-Ever.  We also went to the Campti Louisiana Museum, also known as the Campti Women's Quilting Club with Old Stuff on the Wall. 

We both attended LSU, but had a falling out around sophomore year, and didn't speak from 2005-ish until 2010. 

Now, I will tell you that I hate being wrong. 
 Hate it. 
Hate admitting someone else is right and I'm not. 
Personal flaw, but I'm learing to swallow my pride, a little bit here and there, as I get older.  
Friend A. had offered an apology, around 2008/2009, and I chose to ignore it. 
For years.
I heard she got married and that planted a seed. I thought I should've been there with her, and that our silly falling out, was just that -- silly. 
It took me a while to get up the nerve, but I finally contacted her.  We ate lunch together on Christmas Eve(when we were both at our parent's house) 2010 and our reunion was everything I wanted it to be.  I am truly happy to be able to call friend A. my friend again.  She is also expecting her first little one in Autumn, and I know *exactly* what to get for her shower. 

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As I'm sure you've all deducted, my best friend now, and throughout college too, is Courtney Marie.  We met during rush in 2004, and we've been together ever since.  We are usually those peopel having too much fun doing mundane things, and even if we don't see each other every day, we have that kind of friendship where we can pick up where we left off. 
That, and we both love Space Ghost. 
And Seinfeld.

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And then there's friend M.
Friend M. and I met in the Sorority, and our friendship sparked instantly.
It was the kind of relationship that took off like a wildfire, and we were basically inseperable.
We partook wine, and went to Whole Foods(before we really had money to go to Whole Foods), ate brie and crackers, smoked the hookah on her balcony(flavored tobacco only, thankyouverymuch), and drank Diet Dr. Pepper and rum by her pool, before walking to the sketchy Burger King.
Friend M. had a passion for life, and never did ANYTHING half-heartedly. She really believed that you only live once -- something that I am finally embracing.

She studied abroad one year, came back, and the studied abroad again. After that second time, we lost touch.

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Something made me think of friend M. yesterday, and as I was telling an old college story, I remembered how much fun we had together. 
So I googled her, and found out that she is back in the States{guess I'm a creeper}.
I have her old phone number, and I'm working up the courage to text after so long.

Why are things like that so hard and why do we let people who are our best friends become strangers?

Tuesday, July 17, 2012

Mitzy Mitsubishi Meets Her Younger Sister : Part Four

Mitzy Mitsubishi Meets Her Younger Sister:
Part Four

Before I introduce to you Mitzy's younger sister, I would like to have a little tribute to my first car-love.
Mitz, you were good to me from day one, and I still remember how I gave you each one of your dents(love bites, if you will).
The very first one was after I had you for all of two weeks.
I was driving home from my friend Saralynn's house, and I pulled onto the road, where unfortunately, someone else already was.  The car I nicked was a beat up piece of junk, and the driver told me to just go because they couldn't tell if I caused any more damage.  Hi mom; guess I never told you about that one.
That dent is not the one in the photo above.  My driver's side back door dent is from a lady in a buick who backed into me, claiming that my car was "that color...I just couldn't see it".  Excuse me.  My car is not invisible.  Its tan.  That was the last dent she got.
That scuff on the bumper is from my ex boyfriend.
I asked him to take my car to get an oil change while I was at work.  He came back and said, "I have good news and bad news.  The good news is, I got you an oil change.  The bad news is, I backed into a truck."
My girl did not come with that spoiler.  My dear grandma graciously added some tint(woah, I'm cool), my spoiler and my sunroof aftermarket.  I parked under a crepe myrtle at an apartment for a year, and it took off my spoiler paint.  I left my sunroof open during a rainstorm, and then a week after without knowing it while living in Miller Mansion.  Sometimes she still smelled like mold.
My back bumper never fit just right after it was replaced.  I was sitting at a red light about a block from my apartment in college, when a drunk guy decided not to hit the brakes, but rather hit me.  His friend ran into the woods.  Drunk guy conveniently "locked his keys in his car" so we couldn't get his insurance information at the time.  Headache.
I didn't really like it.
And that bumper sticker on my car, yep, I earned it, and I put it there the day after I finished my 26.2 miles.
My gas tank was hard to close.  Mitzy's sister's gas tank is on the same side.  Yay, continuity.
I really don't think Mitzy will end up back on the road after her trade in, but if I ever see a tan Mirage with a messed up piece right here under the passenger side door, I'll know its her.  I drove over a curb, broke a rim, and made some ugly looking metal.  I fixed the rim, not the metal.
As for her front bumper, she's had three.  First, the original one.  I got my second bumper after I was leaving my last day of high school, a truck ahead of me went to turn left, and I went to turn quickly right.  Truck decided to stop.  I decided to get to know their hitch.  Third bumper came along after a drunk girl backed into me in a parking lot in college.  Fourth bumper was due to a construction company pushing a rock up from underneath a back-oh, and it ruining my bumper and absorber. 
Damn Mitz.

But she sure did have one pretty headlight...and one original one.

My Mitzy.  She and I had a great life.  A great  great life full of fun and adventures and french fries and sand and pink boas and maybe some drunk-driving(shh, those days are long gone!) and small parking spots and letting Courtney pick me up from Geography class on Fridays, and interesting parking lot conversations and and listening to 50 cent too loudly and never having a speeding ticket.
I will certainly miss her, but I honestly felt like she was telling me she was tired, and it was okay to let her go. 

And now that I've made myself out to look like the worst driver ever, and in love a car, I want to introduce you to Mitzy's younger sister...

Maddie May Mazda

{ Me and my Grams }
{ no, thats not her name }
 Welcome home, Maddie May.
You're already stealing my heart. 

Monday, July 16, 2012

Mitzy Mitsubishi Meets Her Younger Sister : Part Three

Mitzy Mitsubishi Meets Her Younger Sister:
Part Three

My car hunt continued when the the Kia Forte left me wanting more.  Since the car I thought I wanted didn't click with me, I gave myself permission to look at all my options.  Don't they say that?  "On the way to what you wanted, something better comes along?"
I'll tell you who says that.
Me, after driving that silly Kia.

I made the decision that if I were going to purchase a vehicle, I would get a brand new vehicle to utilize a better interest rate and a full warranty.  That being said, my price range was on the lower end.  After all, I don't need to drive around the whole soccer team, and even though I want to haul a desk home from Goodwill sometimes, I can't really justify having a huge vehicle.  Nor do I want to pay for gas for a Tahoe.

I then test drove a Nissan Sentra(my mom has an Altima), a Mazda 3, a Chevrolet Cruze, and a Hyundai Elantra, with my only requirements being that it must be black and must have a sunroof.

Tomorrow, Mitzy's sister will be revealed!
The suspense!  The suspense!
Its like Maury up in here.

Friday, July 13, 2012

Difficult Weeks and Chick-Fil-A-Day

Difficult Weeks & Chick-Fil-A Day

  • 3:33
  • lady, you were gorgeous, in your weakness;
  • wet flowers on the ground.
  • Do you ever have one of those weeks, where you're kind of a bitch to everyone?
  • Stack one of those weeks on top of one of those weeks where I say, "my uterus hurts" four times a day, and that, my friends is a recipe for disaster{and unnecessary crying}.
  • Sorry friends, coworkers, neighbors and bears, I hope you excuse my temporary lack of control over any and all emotions.
  • On the positive, I'm remembering how to run again, and I may have had my best two mile run ever.
  • 18:27!
  • Spearmint Snowball Reward.
  • Also, free Chick-Fil-A today.
  • I've wanted to do this for a few years, heck, even Katie Bower did it, and this year I've finally talked someone into dressing up with me.
  • maybe
  • At least I have someone to sit with me while I eat a chicken sandwich dressed as a cow.
  • Thats what friends are for.
  • 3:58

Mitzy Mitsubishi Meets Her Younger Sister : Part Two

Mitzy Mitsubishi Meets Her Younger Sister:
Part Two

After my decision to not fix my car was decided on a Wednesday, I drove home and laid in bed and cried.

Cried an ugly cry. 

Not like those silent cries you have when you have a difficult conversation with your boyfriend at 11:30 pm on the phone, but rather one of those ugly cries like when you have to put your pet to sleep(I am thankful not to have been in this situation). Tears and sobs and snot and mascara, meet my pillow.

By deciding not to repair my Mitzy, I felt like I was giving up on her after 10 years of loving companionship.

An hour later, I decided that feeling bad for myself wasn't going to fix my situation, so I found my neighbor Kris and he drove me to buy new spark plugs at Auto Zone so that I could buy some time with Mitzy(which I installed BY MYSELF!  with some supervision) and then to our local Carmax so that I could see many car options at one place.

Ya' car was twelve years old, and for ten years, she was mine.  I hadn't had much experience with new cars, and I thought most of the ones I could afford were to curvy.  Based on looks alone, I hade decided that I wanted a black Kia Forte, and that was that.

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Upon driving a Kia Forte at Carmax, I was unimpressed.  SO unimpressed.  I would rather keep driving Mitzy than pay for the Forte.  I wanted to have a spark with the Forte, but there was none.
Kind of like that boy you date only because he's nice and buys you flowers. But really, who cares if he's nice, if you don't like him?  And you better not marry him because you're destined to have an uninteresting life filled with tepid conversation and infrequent sex.
That being said, I moved on from the Forte before we ever even went to Olive Garden.

Am I still talking about cars?

But Forte no.

Wednesday, July 11, 2012

Mitzy Mitsubishi Meets Her Younger Sister : Part One

Mitzy Mitsubishi Meets Her Younger Sister:
Part One

One short month ago, I noticed that my dearly beloved Mitzy(who I wrote about here) was idling roughly, so I took her into the shop to see what the problem was.
I dropped her off on a Monday morning, and had not heard back by Wednesday at noon what the problem was, even after I called and asked twice.   They knew I needed my car by Wednesday afternoon, and I guess I expected better service from a "reputable" shop, whose name reminds me of a pasta sauce.  If you're in the Baton Rouge area, you might know which shop I'm referring to.

Finally at two pm, someone called to let me know that I had a broken valve cover, broken gasket, and an oil leak, which was making my spark plugs fire incorrectly.  My car had been running on three cylanders, and couldn't handle she was shaking.

I picked her up around four thirty, paid a $70.00 "diagnostic fee"(which I wonder if they could have charged me for if I would've just picked up my car at noon without any diagnosis), and declined paying $500 dollars to repair those problems on my 12 year old car, worth about $1000 at a shop that had only pissed me off. 

I had decided not to fix my Mitz, and to begin that journey to new-car-ownership.
For the first time ever.
What was I getting myself into?
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