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"Life doesn't have to be perfect to be wonderful."
- Unknown

"That which does not kill you, makes you stronger."
- Handed down through the ages.

"Life's tough. It's even tougher when you're stupid."
- John Wayne

No Time for Anything

Well, I should be doing deskwork right now . . . or sleeping. It's 11:31 PM as I start this. But, instead, I'm listening to Annie Blue growl at Tucker (she's just caught what I think is her very first mouse and is feeling very protective of her prey . . . soon to become a late night snack, I think), Tucker bark back at Annie Blue (all of this going on in living room, mind you), and drinking a sub-par Chocolatini (I don't have the recipe down right, obviously) while waiting for Tom to return home from a guys'-night . . . from which he said he'd be home no later than 11:00 (did I mention that it's 11:31? . . . 11:34, now).

Ah, well, life on the ol' frontier.

No segue here, but . . . .

I feel that a public apology is in order to my oldest and very pregnant friend. Why? I have been a lousy blister lately. She's largely pregnant (did I mention that?), and I have had no time to respond to her phone calls or e-mails. Nor did I call her yesterday. On her birthday. Her 37th birthday. I'm a poop. A big, ol' poop. I over-extended for the month of June (well, through the 4th of July weekend, really), and I'm paying the price with my (lack of) attentiveness to friends . . . and family, for that matter.

Enter the fact that it's Father's Day, and I didn't see mine today. Why? I wasn't organized enough to host the afternoon-of-fun-followed-by-a-luscious-dinner that I'd been planning on. Instead, we've rescheduled for Monday, the 23rd. Which reminds me . . . I don't think we've celebrated his August '07 birthday yet. Hmph. Something's wrong with this picture.

So, sinking into a true PIT of guilt now, I'll share what we did on Friday. We bought a car. A brand new car. A car with only 5 (yes, that's f-i-v-e) miles on it. Did we need a new car? Well, in the sense of "new" being defined as aNOTHER car, yes, we kinda did. The Subaru Outback needs a new head gasket. That's $1300. And, it has a million miles on it. (Well, not quite, but you get the idea.) The Subaru Forester just GOT a new head gasket but then revealed that it's burning oil. Prognosis? New engine. Finally, gas is up to $4.11, locally. Answer? A new, fairly-energy-efficient vehicle. Enter the red (ummm, we're SO not red people?!) '08 Toyota Yaris that we bought on Friday. It's a clown car. Literally. Teeny. No, it's not like the Le Car (well, that's redundant: the the car), but it's small. Fortunately, the inside is comfortable, and there is room for two humans and two dogs . . . although we have yet to actually experience this travel combination.

But, the fact of the matter remains that I was raised to understand that you never, N-E-V-E-R buy a BRAND NEW CAR because of the depreciation it experiences the second you sign the papers and drive it off the lot. On the flip side, fuel-efficient cars (and especially this one) are not losing their value. And, we could buy a used one for pretty much what we paid on Friday . . . without the warranty. So, there ya have it: we have a new . . . a brand new . . . car. (Although it still seems like the horn should toot out Barnum & Bailey's theme music every time it blows!)


  1. Dear Daughter,

    Suggestion for surviving through 4th of July Weekend with the commitments you've made and schedule you've set for yourself? Get in that new little clown car you just got, stick a red ping pong ball on your nose, slap the gumball machine light from the plow truck on the roof, a silly grin on your beautiful face and you go, Girl! Knowing you, everything will get done . . . and you will have earned your collapse.

    Love, Mama Pea

  2. Good heavens, don't even worry about it! If it makes you feel better, I have been so tired and pregnancy-forgetful that I completely failed to notice that you didn't call on my b-day. Additionally, I left the phone off all day in order to just truly relax and enjoy.....which was just what we did. Perfect birthday. See you soon!

  3. Congrats on the Yaris. We have one. It's brilliant. Soon you'll be feeling like all the other cars are monsters and no where near as nimble as you are.

    We've been getting a lot of hits from your blogroll. Thanks! In thanks, I'd like to suggest one of my other faves about chicken farming and such.


    So apparently Claire is preggers? Adam will be interested in that information.

    And we've found a source for farm fresh eggies in the city. We joined a CSA and get an egg share too!

    Look for us in Cook County next week!

  4. Oh and also:

    come to my Etsy class and drag each and every maker of anything you can think of to it too.




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