Yesterday I got a text from a buddy. We live close by and have been friends for a long time, but I don't really see him much. I get it though, he has kids and we both have our own lives...no biggie, and not to mention, I sorta hibernate/keep to myself in the winter. It's not you, it's me...I'm just like that. But anyways, he texts me, wants to know if I'm up for a night of drinking, pizza and video games. Fuck yeah! I'm pumped. So, I spend the day prepping for the night, ie, not eating a lot during the day, saving it up for the pizza. I've been flying solo for a few days, and I have to say, I've been enjoying it a little too much...but this will be a good time...
I text him, ask him what kinda of pizza, do i need more bourbon, stuff like that...he tells me he will have to check with the wife. No worries, I dig. Then I get this text, it simply says "I'm out...is that cool?" Uuuuummmm, well, not really. See, I'm a pretty smart guy, I can read between the lines. Oh, shit, I mean are there really any lines to read between?? Obviously his wife is not a fan. I'm not sure why, but she isn't. I can deal with that, I really can.
A few years ago, this would have bugged me, really bugged me. I would have wanted to know what I did and why she doesn't like me. But now, honestly, it does sting, a little, but I over it. I'm over her. If she can't see the awesomeness that is me, well, then, that's her loss.
I'm not just saying this so everyone who reads this will tell me how awesome I am. Really, I'm not. This is my declaration that it's officially over. I will never be rude or mean to her, I'm just not that guy. If I tell her to her face, then...well, I won't see my friend anymore, and I'm not ready for that. But I do know my value as a person and a friend, and quite frankly, she can't afford me.
Tuesday, March 8, 2011
Wednesday, March 2, 2011
Karma is a bitch....
So, I try to do nice stuff for people. I mean if we are out, I'll for sure buy you a drink or 3, let's get a pizza, on me...stuff like that. Since I spend most of my time at work, even on my days off, I'm there, I like to do stuff for the people who put up with me. So, on Tuesday I get off work, and offer to make a Starbucks run. Get the orders and off I go. A quick trip to 'bucks and then I'm back, coffee in hand and everyone is happy. I hang out at work for a few, partly to see what's up and partly to hear how nice I am...yes...it's true. I'm not that shallow, but you know, it's nice to hear...maybe I am that shallow...
Anyway, get back out to the car, buckle up(always) throw it in reverse and away we go. Put the car in drive, step on the gas, and there we DON'T go. Ok...Park-Drive-NOT MOVING. I am finally able to back into a parking space. After about 15 minutes I'm able to coax, read force with prayers and tears, my car to drive. I made a lot of deals with God in that 8 minute drive home. All I really wanted was to GET home. I did.
Now the fun part, trying to figure out then fix the problem, myself. I do a couple google searches, and come up with a plan. A bad plan, but a plan none the less. Go to the autoparts store, get my stuff and have at it. I also called my buddy Mike, he is smart about cars. Turns out I'm a quart low on transmission fluid, add a quart,of some stop leak stuff and take it for a spin, and still not moving. We come to the conclusion that I should probably drive it this way until I can't anymore. While I'm admittedly not a huge fan of this, I'm even less of a fan of a new transmission or a new car. I let it sit for a little and try it again. I'm hoping by some miracle that the fluids would soak into "where ever" and then "whatever" will happen and my car will work again. I give it a shot, and nothing. I start thinking, I could just drive everywhere backwards, right?? That's allowed, isn't it??
As I lie in bed, I start to think, what did I do to deserve this. You see, I'm Catholic and this is how we do. As I go over the list in my head I'm surprised my car doesn't burst into flames every time I get in it. I suppose I'm lucky it's just a bad transmission, and that I can afford to fix it, well, not really but my AMEX can afford it.
I wake up late this AM, and I'm told that I deserve it, thank you very much. Finally get ready and go get coffee, in my broken car. As I back out, I'm thinking, I hope I can get to Starbucks, and home too. Reverse out of the drive, throw it in drive and IT GOES!! WHAT. THE. FUCK. Ummmm...just a fluke I'm sure. So I stop and reverse and drive and go and stop on a hill and park and drive and go and reverse and stop and get out and run around the car and jump for joy and slip and fall(my shoe fell off) and drive and AWAY I GO!! I'm not sure how or why, but my car is no longer broken...
All day I've been floating. This doesn't happen to me, ever. I don't have this kind of luck. I don't know how long it will work, or even why it works, and I'm not sure I really want to know.
They say karma is a bitch, I'm not so sure about that, but if it's true, smack my ass and call me Alexis Carrington
Anyway, get back out to the car, buckle up(always) throw it in reverse and away we go. Put the car in drive, step on the gas, and there we DON'T go. Ok...Park-Drive-NOT MOVING. I am finally able to back into a parking space. After about 15 minutes I'm able to coax, read force with prayers and tears, my car to drive. I made a lot of deals with God in that 8 minute drive home. All I really wanted was to GET home. I did.
Now the fun part, trying to figure out then fix the problem, myself. I do a couple google searches, and come up with a plan. A bad plan, but a plan none the less. Go to the autoparts store, get my stuff and have at it. I also called my buddy Mike, he is smart about cars. Turns out I'm a quart low on transmission fluid, add a quart,of some stop leak stuff and take it for a spin, and still not moving. We come to the conclusion that I should probably drive it this way until I can't anymore. While I'm admittedly not a huge fan of this, I'm even less of a fan of a new transmission or a new car. I let it sit for a little and try it again. I'm hoping by some miracle that the fluids would soak into "where ever" and then "whatever" will happen and my car will work again. I give it a shot, and nothing. I start thinking, I could just drive everywhere backwards, right?? That's allowed, isn't it??
As I lie in bed, I start to think, what did I do to deserve this. You see, I'm Catholic and this is how we do. As I go over the list in my head I'm surprised my car doesn't burst into flames every time I get in it. I suppose I'm lucky it's just a bad transmission, and that I can afford to fix it, well, not really but my AMEX can afford it.
I wake up late this AM, and I'm told that I deserve it, thank you very much. Finally get ready and go get coffee, in my broken car. As I back out, I'm thinking, I hope I can get to Starbucks, and home too. Reverse out of the drive, throw it in drive and IT GOES!! WHAT. THE. FUCK. Ummmm...just a fluke I'm sure. So I stop and reverse and drive and go and stop on a hill and park and drive and go and reverse and stop and get out and run around the car and jump for joy and slip and fall(my shoe fell off) and drive and AWAY I GO!! I'm not sure how or why, but my car is no longer broken...
All day I've been floating. This doesn't happen to me, ever. I don't have this kind of luck. I don't know how long it will work, or even why it works, and I'm not sure I really want to know.
They say karma is a bitch, I'm not so sure about that, but if it's true, smack my ass and call me Alexis Carrington
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