Adult in Training

Okay, so I know it’s been awhile, and I know that at this point people have probably stopped checking my blog, unless it’s by accident.  I was in a bit of a funk.  To say the least.  And while I am not exactly in the fast-lane of life, I am back on the highway at least, and travelling in the right direction.  And while I have dithered over starting up again for some time, I have finally put on my proverbial pants (since no one would really want to know my pants-status, that’s an over-share, even for me) and start writing again.

Another reason is that I really miss it.  I have been writing papers in one form or another for… what, like nine years?  So I always had a place to channel it.  And so I never really stopped to think about what it would be like to not be writing.  Even when one of my profs asked me why I write, I gave him some cheesy answer, probably about getting to know myself better.  But I think the real answer might be because when I’m not writing, I feel like something is missing.  Something important. 

So, it’s 9:50 and I am trying to entertain myself for the next hour so I don’t fall asleep before I have to take my car into the mechanic’s to have my winter tires put on.  That’s right, it is the return of the Winter Tire.  Please see almost any of my previous posts to understand exactly why my next car is going to have all-wheel drive.  And why this year Dad got me snow tires for Christmas!  Good work Dad.  Because while some girls would ask for a pony, or their two front teeth, all I want is to leave the house feeling secure in the fact that even though it may be snowing, I will be able to return in a timely manner without having to leave my vehicle, or bat my eyelashes to attract someone to do it for me.  Particularly since I am not very good at batting my eyelashes.  So now I have four snow tires, and frankly the new pair look like they could easily power a tank.  I think I am in good hands.  Now if I get stuck, I can’t blame my mechanic, or that stupid man at Canadian Tire, who told me to put the snow tires on the rear wheels, even though I have front-wheel drive. 

The last time I went to the mechanic, I dropped like $500.  And no, it wasn’t to replace the bumper that got dinged by the iceberg masquerading as a cushy snowbank.  It was for a variety of things, including a new battery, so that my car will start without kind words and crossed fingers.  And some other things.  And I found out that the weird “clacking” sound it was making was just the clutch plate (as if I know what that is) and not something I have to worry about.  Until my clutch goes.  Hopefully after I get a new car, so it’s no longer my problem.

And then I am coming home for a nap.  Part of living in the slow-lane of life includes working the overnight shift at Wal-Mart doing renovations.  Which is why I’m not at work right now.  But, why I am really tired.  So home for a nap, and then to pick my mom up from the airport.  Because she selfishly went on a work conference to Boulder, Colorado.  She texted me that it’s snowing there right now.  I am so many levels of jealous right now, it’s not even funny.  But I will pick her up nonetheless.  Because nothing sucks more than arriving at the airport, and finding that there is no one there to pick you up. Second on the Airport Sucking List is the time that my boyfriend at the time came to pick me up from the airport after Christmas break, with his friend, who was my friend’s boyfriend.  And they didn’t want to park, so they just kept driving around the small-ass airport loop, and we didn’t have cell phones to call them and tell them we couldn’t find our luggage, and they couldn’t get out of the car, so it resulted in low-speed charades while sitting (on their part).  Harder both to act out and to interpret than it sounds.