This year has gotten off to a quick start. It feels like February already. 10 minutes after the ball dropped my granny got rushed to the hospital. Doctors say "she's fine" so she goes home on Wednesday, sits at home for two hours, has another seizure. I'm sorry, but she's not f*cking fine! She's ok, but in her 94 years, we will probably have more episodes in the future. I hope I didnt offend the nursing staff with my colorful concerns.
Life continues to go well for me. I'm in some secondary training for my new job. Been there for a while, this is I guess the second stage of training. There's alot to learn, and I'm having great fun in the process. I started early on my "life upgrade" for the year. My Buick was dying, so I get another car. Back in a Honda. I love my Hondas. Things were fine, but then, I became suspicous. Mainly because of where I got the car from. People were making comments like "you got a car from THERE?". I started digging a little. As pure luck would have it, me and mom are out and about, before ending the day, we went to the grocery store. It seems I see these Buicks all over town, and I pull up next to one that looks just like mine. What a minute. I had a scratch like that here. I had a dent here. My same blinker light was busted. Hold on, wtf. I have a burn mark in the back seat EXACTLY like.....hey! that's my old steering wheel cover!!! (I can identify the boxcutter marks I put in it) I do a quick VIN check and write it down, alot with the number under the "for sale" sign. I still had some of my papers. Well I'll be damned. It WAS my car! So I have a friend call up the number, and the shady snake of a sales manager answers. Tells all kinds of lies about the car. The kicker is that he declared the miles 20k lower than what I had when I gave them the car. Something is fucked up here. My Honda could be fucked up too. While I was digging and coming up empty, I goto a good friend of mine who has been a mechanic for over 20 years and has his own mechanic business. He points out many obvious signs of this car being in an accident. Some of my training at work on shady titles confirms this.
To make a long story short, I gave that piece of shit back, and have a nicer newer sportier car as of three days ago. (I pulled all kinds of reports and asked questions for a week) I'm moving on up. It matches me. It's cute and drives fast. In the last few months, and especially lately, friends have commented on how relaxed I seem, how I "look good". Well duh, no stress? I"ve even worked on upgrading my wardrobe. After working at wallyworld for 3 years, all I ever wore was dickies or other casual pants and tshirts. I have three drawers of tshirts. Huge deep drawers. The salvation army or even the local ministry can use them more than me now. Life has treated me well lately. I'm Blessed and I cant complain.
Oh BTW, dont eat at Burger King. My stomach and my exit-only back door has worked overtime in the past two days, and probably grossed out my cats in the process. I didnt have enough Pine Sol to keep my bathroom smelling fresh enough...
