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Proof positive that I was not entirely sane

  • Posted on June 18, 2010 at 4:00 pm

I have a delightful plugin for this site called This Day. As you might imagine, it lists all the posts available on the same date in the past.

Today, I actually took the time to click through the titles and read them. And shake my head and laugh, both at the writing and at my level of paranoia. I was so sure that if I posted *any* detail that it would immediately become apparent who and/or what I was discussing.

Case in point: Quotable Quote from 2004. Joseph was 10 months old at the time, nursing ALL DAY LONG, and I looked like this…

Yes, it’s awfully blurry. I refused to stand still for my picture to be made. Yes, I am wearing bike shorts WITH a bathing suit. No, they didn’t make bathing suits that would properly support the awesome weight of my saggy milkbags boobs.

But enough about that. In this post, I refer to two men that want to spend time with me. One wanted me to come to him, one wanted to come to me (but not spend time with my kids).

The first thing you need to know is that I have absolutely NO CLUE who those men are today. Paranoia caused me to sanitize out any identifying information, and I’m friends with LOTS of people who are “at least two states away”.

The next thing you need to know is that neither of these visits happened. At the time the thought of leaving my babies for ANY amount of time was enough to cause an anxiety attack. I had a hard time separating from them to go to the gas station, going out of town (or to a local hotel room) for a weekend was completely unthinkable.

To be completely honest, I don’t know what I was thinking. I mean….I KNOW what I was thinking (Men!!! They still want me!!!!) but still.

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Maintenance creep is killing me.

  • Posted on March 5, 2009 at 12:22 pm

Never heard of it? I’m quite sure you’ve done it. Veeeehickle stuff that gets ignored until you can’t ignore it anymore.

New tires, but you don’t have the money so you set it aside and wait.
An oil change, but the kids are hungry and cranky when you think of it so you go home and forget about it for another month.
The brakes squeal just a bit when you tap on them – that should get looked at. Hey, the tire shop can do that! (When you get there, that is…)
There is a draggy “I don’t WANNA” that happens under the hood when you turn the key.

At this point, so many things need to be done to my van that I’m considering just trading it. Selling it. Unloading it and getting something shiny and clean and…..

then I remember that I really don’t want or need a car payment. And that if I downsize into a wagon, I’ll still have to rent a van when we all go on vacation. Not many wagons will seat 5 that I’ve seen (my four plus a friend for Alannah to hang with).

I’ve had a hard time finding something that’s big enough, that’s “me”, that I can afford. When I pulled up to the mechanic’s in my go-cart (with a V-8 engine) he looked at me and said “That car is YOU!”

and it is. Well, part of me, anyways.

But I’m not a staid sedate soccer-mommy-mobile in any way shape or form. Never have been.

And I’m stuck between paying for repairs to a vehicle I don’t love that is big enough for all of us, or paying for a new(er) one that I don’t really have the money for.

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