Something old

Hello my fellow internet wanderers.
So I recently "re-discovered" this blog and after reading through some of my posts, I can't help but smile.  The truth behind everyone dealing with their own blemishes in life still rings to my soul.  Especially on a day like today.

Today I took my car into the shop because it's the season of Adulting.  Or in other words, when my safety and emissions test is due.  I call it the season of Adulting because I'm starting to recieve my W2s for taxes.  *insert unsettling shivers*  Seriously, I wish I learned how to do taxes in high school. It would have made it a little less daunting.  Luckily for me, my father is more than happy to do them for me.  However it makes me feel like a little kid who still doesn't know how to use her big girl bike yet, and relying on training wheels when you are 21 is not exactly the most coveted thing.

Then again, we should not covet.  So I'm just helping my neighbors?  Do I get bonus points for indirect service?  Can I apply those points to lessen the blow of embarrassment I feel for not understanding the taxing process?

Anyway, totally got off topic (like Hot Topic but less cool).  That happens a lot, I'll be saying something and my mind will go off looking in the different corners of my mind.  Probably looking for cheese, because I randomly think about cheese a lot...  Then again I've been told that addictions eventually take up the majority of screen time in the forefront of the mind.  Hence the cravings.

RIGHT, CAR.  SORRY.  I went in and the guy told me that I failed my emissions test, but they were kind enough to refer me to a mechanic who could tell me what was going on.  I don't really like taking my car in to get look at, because it's like going to the doctor.  You go in, hoping for a simple solution, but end up coming out with all these bad things you didn't even know was wrong.  At least, that's what happened at my last allergist appointment. Guess who's allergic to 7 common types of grass??  This girl.

My baby (or car as other people see it) was taken to the Car Doc and as I predicted, I found out that not only was my car sick, but he had a lot of new allergies I never noticed.  You know, I like being right, except for when it sucks being right.  This would qualify as a time where it sucked.  So much actually that if I were to put a negative dollar amount to the amount of suckiness, I would say it was about... eh... add the 1... $465 worth of suck.  WHHY BABY WHHHY??

Now I am definitely one of those mommies (yep, still talking about my car as I would my offspring) that wants the best for their little ones.  But $465... whew... that's a hefty prescription.  One that I unfortunately don't have the funds for currently.  Lucky for me payday is tomorrow.  But that doesn't stop me from stressing about money right now.

To say tonight has been a little emotional due to stress, well... would be a slight 15% (give or take) understatement.  Mostly it's because I don't know if I get this whole responsible thing yet.  I mean, it's one thing to take care of your pet goldfish (my other baby) and making sure your family doesn't feed her pixie stixs when you aren't around, but definitely another when you realize that you are setting up the stage for the rest of your life.  And my stage is like a small Blackbox, one that specializes in slap-stick humor and one act plays that have no playbook.

But you know, maybe that's the best (and worst) thing about life.  No matter what stage you are at, there really isn't some set playbook to go off from.  We just try to go through the scene, doing our best, making it up as we go, and having the faith that it will all wrap up nicely in time for the closing curtain.  Yeah, my car took me by surprise.  But you know what, I've had worse surprises that were more difficult to overcome.  I'll get through this scene too.  And for everyone else out there who is stumbling along, not knowing their lines perfectly, it'll be okay.  The curtain will always close, even on the most awful moments.  And until it does, as they say in show biz, Break a Leg.