So, why did I give up my beloved (and often accursed) 1992 Corsica? I said I was starting think about getting a new car out loud while I was in the car. It staged it's final coup, and I cracked under the pressure. But I didn't let it get the best of me, hahahahaha!
Monday night, Mike and I came out from dinner and it was hemorraghing antifreeze for either the 4th or 5th time. I was unimpressed. My exact words may have been "fuck it, I'm getting rid of this goddamn piece of shit", I don't exactly remember.
Tuesday night I loaded the old bitch with antifreeze and headed back to Innisfail, where I had been on the weekend. I saw a car there and it was within my price range. I tested it with my dad and got a hella good deal from the guy at the dealership. He knocked $1500 off the asking price and threw in new tires and wipers as well. I'm super impressed.
After that, all the insurance and registration crap had to be taken care of. I got a hella good deal on the insurance too, they gave me a loyalty discount because I've been on my parents insurance for so long, I also found out that I have the highest rating for drivers because of being insured with my parents for so long.
So, it took about 7 hours to do all the crap, then I drove back here in my very nice, very reliable, not rattling and shaking and wheezing new car! I was a little tired, but it was totally worth it.
Oh, and my new license plate start with JAG, so I get to say I it's my Jag...
Thursday, March 29, 2007
Wednesday, March 28, 2007
Adventures In Trishland
Well, I've done it. We all knew this day would come. Nothing could have been done to stop it.
I bought...
A NEW CAR!!!!! (This is where the cheesy gameshow voiceover come in)
More details later, bed now.
I bought...
A NEW CAR!!!!! (This is where the cheesy gameshow voiceover come in)
More details later, bed now.
Monday, March 19, 2007
Eleven Saints
My friends find the coolest, weirdest videos on You Tube. I love them for it. It saves me so much time...
Sunday, March 18, 2007
I have a lot of CRAP!!!
I'm trying to pack up because I'm moving in with Mike at the end of April. I'm wondering why I have so many old magazines. I have a garbage bag that is almost too heavy to move, and the majority of the stuff in it is old magazines. I don't need them. They serve no real purpose, other than gathering dust.
Oh, and speaking of dust, I have a lot of that too.
Here's hoping I can purge a lot of the stuff I don't need anymore. This week, we moved 7 boxes of books to his place. And the sad part is, I can't bear to part with any of them. Well, I guess it's not sad. Reading is important. But I have a book called 'Theatre in Lethbridge' that I got free from a lecture I had in University. I've never read it or had any use for it. I perused it and it was so dry my contacts hurt. Maybe it's time to let go...
Oh, and speaking of dust, I have a lot of that too.
Here's hoping I can purge a lot of the stuff I don't need anymore. This week, we moved 7 boxes of books to his place. And the sad part is, I can't bear to part with any of them. Well, I guess it's not sad. Reading is important. But I have a book called 'Theatre in Lethbridge' that I got free from a lecture I had in University. I've never read it or had any use for it. I perused it and it was so dry my contacts hurt. Maybe it's time to let go...
The Horror of Swimsuit Season...
So, yesterday I had to do the thing that I think may be the most degrading thing that any woman has to face. Ladies, you all know what I'm talking about, and you've all had to do it. Yup, I'm talking about swimsuit shopping.
Tis the season when a young ladies thoughts turn to needing a new swimsuit because her current one is starting to stretch out. My current suit has served me very well, I've had it for...gee, I guess about 8 years or so. I bought it when I worked at Addition Elle in Red Deer. Some of you out there remember that period.
I started in the most obvious of places, Sears. Sears is always good for that kind of thing. I found the suits, found the rack with the fat kid suits, then pawed through until I found some not hideous ones in my size...or rather, what I thought my size was, but apparently not in swimsuit sizes. I think my problem is that I have a long torso, but I'm not really busty. Of course clothing manufacturers assume that fat kids are all short with big boobs. Sorry. I don't fit that mold.
So I find the fitting rooms in Sears and I head in, and it smelled like BO and a lot of Cinnamon scent to cover it up. On top of putting myself into the swimsuits (which really didn't work out for me) I had to smell this terrible smell that was making me nauseous. Or rather, not helping the nauseous feeling I had from trying on the suits.
After my harrowing experience, I head over to Addition Elle (I was at Kingsway mall, where true Edmontonians shop. West Ed is located in a little part of town that I like to call 'West Angria', mostly because I develop incredible rage when I drive to the west end. Then I have to try and park at the mall, which increases the anger. Then I have to go IN the mall, where the stupid people are...) and plunge headfirst into the swimwear area.
Part of my problem is that I really don't want a fancy, froofie bathing suit. I don't like crissy crossy, tummy tucking, boob lifting beaded things. I want a plain suit that I can do laps in. That's what I'm going for. I also don't believe that fat kids should wear 2 pieces or 'tankinis' as they are called. No no. Nobody needs to see that. Nobody. It's bad enough they have to see me in a one piece.
I think I'm gonna check online suits now. Maybe I can be spared some of the humiliation of doing this in public. Check y'all later, don't let the bathing suits getcha down!
Tis the season when a young ladies thoughts turn to needing a new swimsuit because her current one is starting to stretch out. My current suit has served me very well, I've had it for...gee, I guess about 8 years or so. I bought it when I worked at Addition Elle in Red Deer. Some of you out there remember that period.
I started in the most obvious of places, Sears. Sears is always good for that kind of thing. I found the suits, found the rack with the fat kid suits, then pawed through until I found some not hideous ones in my size...or rather, what I thought my size was, but apparently not in swimsuit sizes. I think my problem is that I have a long torso, but I'm not really busty. Of course clothing manufacturers assume that fat kids are all short with big boobs. Sorry. I don't fit that mold.
So I find the fitting rooms in Sears and I head in, and it smelled like BO and a lot of Cinnamon scent to cover it up. On top of putting myself into the swimsuits (which really didn't work out for me) I had to smell this terrible smell that was making me nauseous. Or rather, not helping the nauseous feeling I had from trying on the suits.
After my harrowing experience, I head over to Addition Elle (I was at Kingsway mall, where true Edmontonians shop. West Ed is located in a little part of town that I like to call 'West Angria', mostly because I develop incredible rage when I drive to the west end. Then I have to try and park at the mall, which increases the anger. Then I have to go IN the mall, where the stupid people are...) and plunge headfirst into the swimwear area.
Part of my problem is that I really don't want a fancy, froofie bathing suit. I don't like crissy crossy, tummy tucking, boob lifting beaded things. I want a plain suit that I can do laps in. That's what I'm going for. I also don't believe that fat kids should wear 2 pieces or 'tankinis' as they are called. No no. Nobody needs to see that. Nobody. It's bad enough they have to see me in a one piece.
I think I'm gonna check online suits now. Maybe I can be spared some of the humiliation of doing this in public. Check y'all later, don't let the bathing suits getcha down!
Monday, March 05, 2007
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