At last, the new year is finally here! Yay!!! January SECOND of 2009!
And don't try to tell me that it started yesterday. Yesterday was all about parades and football ~ and the last desperate grasp of 2008 whiplash. Since I refuse to believe that this year will be as bad-funky as the-year-that-shall-not-be-named, I've decided that yesterday only counts toward my karmic rewards under the heading of 'crap I've had to endure last year'. And why is it that I REFUSE to acknowledge it as '09 you ask...
Because I...am...an optimist. Yesterday could not be part of the bright-shiny-it's-gonna-be-a-great- (or at least so much better) -year that I've envisioned as 2009. Here's a rundown of why...
I'm tired of talking about hubby's self-blindness in which he claims the faults in his behavior are not his own, but the blooming of my own self-destruction. I shall not go further into this. You can assume correctly that it was a huge fight. You can also assume, correctly, that this was not the worst of yesterday.
I got my car back yesterday. We've been a one car family for over two years, but hubby found a commuter car, on Wednesday, through his job. It is inexpensive and we can in-house-finance it until the taxes come back and we can pay it off. I don't know what it is about 'his' car, but I can't stand driving it. Even with it's power door locks and power windows and it's alarm system and it's 4 doors (which would make putting the munchkin into his car seat oh-so-much easier), I simply don't like the feel of it. I prefer my little manual everything, no alarm having, two door car. I don't even want to ride in it, never mind drive the thing, even if it is freshly detailed and purty lookin'.
Therefore, while hubby was out yesterday, working on his eldest son's new vehicle, (yes, he got one of his own too) I detailed MY car. It took me three hours. Coming behind a mechanic that has had full-time use of a vehicle for two years is a lot of damn work.
For those of you without mechanics in the family, let me tell you something; there are two types of mechanics. They are either absolutely meticulous about their own vehicles from the floorboards to the fan-belts ~ everything maintained and kept clean to the highest order... OR... They keep the engine running with all manner of regular maintenance, but the interior is a complete disaster area. A total pig-sty. Hubby is the second type of mechanic. When I was done yesterday, it was the first time I had seen the carpeting of the car in well over a year.
When I went to go get milk last night, I took my happy, immaculate-interior, little ride and enjoyed being able to put the acquired groceries wherever I so chose, not wherever I could cram them. But, before I left, hubby asked me to take his new-to-him car so that I could gas it up. I didn't and by the time I made it home, I had the guilts. So I put away the milk, and told him to give me his keys, I'd run back into town and gas up his car for him. I should have known better.
You see, because he works for the dealership, they let him take the car home as an overnight test-drive. Today, all the office people will be back in to work, and if he wants to, they'll proceed with the paperwork and get him all legal. I knew that he'd chosen to buy the car, but the dealership didn't yet, no biggie. Yeeeaaap, not so much...
As I'm explaining all of this to the police officer, who pulled me over for not having any plates on the vehicle ~ seems that the "black tag" that they put into the vehicle for all manner of test drives no longer counts when you're buying the car; and then, I had no insurance ~ because I forgot to take the insurance card from the dealership out of hubby's wallet and bring it with me. And of course, I'm trying to explain why I have absolutely nothing aside from my own ~was-a-spotlessly-clean-record-for-10-years~ driver's license... not a hint of paperwork ~ anywhere. I'm simply outta practice in so far as talking my way out of a ticket, and got cited for both counts.
After the cop had mercy on me and didn't tow the car, explained this to me, and made me sign said ticket, I asked him to follow me home because I was going to go home and kick my husband's ass. This is Texas, not California; he told me that was between us.
So, this was how New Year's Day went around here. A huge-for-us fight about behavior vs. self-destruction, followed by hubby being gone for 6 hours and me cleaning the OMG-are-you-serious?-shithole that was the interior of my car, followed by a squabble about what car I'm going to take to get milk, followed by a guilt-induced
Yay!!! January SECOND of 2009!!! The new year is finally here!