Friday, July 17, 2009

"...let's waste time chasing cars around our heads..."

I'm an aggressive driver.

I'm really tough on my car.

I don't get her serviced enough. I don't get the tires rotated or buy new tires when I should. I don't get the oil changed when I should. I never have any washer fluid.

This is Angie pretty much every night during a Pittsburgh winter.


(She's sitting there waiting for me to get off work, dust her off and drive her home and tuck her in her car port.)

You can see where this is going.


After driving poor Angie around for months while a red temperature gauge light would come on and beep at me, Jason finally told me I had to park her or risk "blowing a head gasket" - whatever the fuck that means.

An initial investigation revealed that I was leaking coolant. Apparently this is a bad sign. Further investigation showed I had a broken water pump. Another bad sign, I'm told. (I'm a girl. It's not in my genes to just naturally know these things.)

Replacing a water pump (and a timing belt, a thermostat and coolant lines since you're "gonna be in there fixing stuff anyway") runs about $1000-$1200 dollars at a mechanic.

Luckily, my Jason is mechanically inclined and told me "buy the kit to fix it all and I'll do it."

$280ish is much better than $1200.

And I got to watch Jason shirtlessly and sweatily dismantle the inner-workings of my car for 5 hours yesterday. Clearly, I am the winner in more ways than one in this scenario.

He's my knight in shining armor in a lot of ways already. Now I can add "personal mechanic" to that list.

Angie is now back to her old self. And I'm under oath to alert Jason to beeping gauges immediately from now on, lest I should blow a head gasket.

Tuesday, July 14, 2009

"One and one and one is three..."

Setting: My house last night. We just finished dinner. Jason is keeping me company while I unload the dishwasher.

PT: I have too much silverwear.
Jason: Yeah you always have clean forks now!
PT: I do... but, um, promise me something?
Jason: What?
PT: Please don't ever buy me silverwear again for Christmas...
Jason: Trust me, I won't.

::end scene::

He's a good, loving man full of practicality.... and bought me lovely flatwear for Christmas last year since there never seemed to be a clean fork in my house when he came over for dinner. Very thoughtful, that gift.

Thursday, July 9, 2009

"....when the night is cloudy there is still a light that shines on me..."

My poor blog is getting to be so neglected.


*sigh*

It's been a rough week.

I had a little existential crisis Tuesday night that involved alot of weepiness and emo-riffic bleatings like "But nothing I do matters!" and "I'm not making the world a better place!"

I had had a particularly vile day at work and, just to add to that fun, my period had started earlier that afternoon.

Were it not for the quiet strength of Jason, I don't know that I would have calmed down enough that night to sleep.

It's nice to have someone to just hold you and rub your head when you're being irrationally emotional. At this point in our relationship, he knows there's nothing he can say to stop my mind from racing with ridiculous thoughts from time to time. He knows I, like everyone, just has to let those dark thoughts out sometimes so I can get passed the negativity.

On Saturday, Jason and I will have been together for a year. It feels both like the blink of an eye and like a lifetime that we have been together. It has been hard and easy, complicated and simple, fragile and strong...

...More than anything it has been loving and healthy and gentle.

Below is my favorite picture of us, taken at the opening party of one of my company's new shops.

:-D




Friday, July 3, 2009

"...I read the news today, oh boy..."

It's been almost a month since I've even looked at my blog.

Auntie Susan was starting to wonder if I had run off and joined the circus while I was in Hilton Head. Oh, how grand that would be!

I figure rather than just doing a random rant post, I should write an update post of random things that have happened while I was ignoring my blog.

I feel listy today rather than narrative-y. So here we go.

1. Vacation was wonderful.

2. I'm still getting over a sinus infection I got while on vacation. *cough, sneeze, wheeze*

3. Two weeks ago, Jason and I had to get a feral cat put to sleep. This kitty made Jason's shed its home and while we tried to feed it and get it medical care, it was best to have kitty put to sleep according to the Animal Rescue League because it had feline AIDS. I was a basketcase when we had to hand the kitty over to the vet and I still tear up when I think about kitty. :-(

4. Jason is making delightful progress on his house.

5. On a recent trip to Ikea, Jason told me he wanted to make the spare room in his house into a dressing room for me. When I'm ready, he's going to turn the whole room into a closet for me. This is the best thing I've ever heard. No more worrying about what'll happen to my beloved girlie stuff like my dressing table and bedazzled artwork.

6. I'm failing miserably on my goal of running regularly. I'm running the Great Race in Pgh in September. I hope to god I can train enough to do the 10K.

7. I hate to say it, but I really don't feel devistated that Michael Jackson is gone. Yes, it's sad. Yes, I wonder what'll happen to his children. But I was born like 5 yrs too late to really identify with MJ's contributions to the music industry. I was like 4 when Thriller came out.

It's kinda sad that after a month, that's really all I have to report.

*shrugs*

Happy 4th of July! Those of you lucky enough to have a long weekend or at least the day off on the 4th, enjoy it and drink beer and light sparklers on my behalf!