I have bored everyone (all two of you!) enough with my blubbering about my car’s demise, therefore and hithertofore I shall write about something else for a change. Don’t worry, it’s still all about me. :)
I often wonder…well, I have wondered once or twice, if all “attached” women have the same deep seated fears that I do. It seems fairly likely that they do. My fear of the moment is that one day in the near future (if it has not already happened), my husband is going to forget why he found me attractive oh-so-many years ago. Do other women live in fear that their Significant Other will one day look at them and think “hmmm…I am not attracted to her any more!”. I am sure it wouldn’t be that blatant, but probably much more gradual. I mean, not all men have an unconditional attraction that weight or disfigurement could not dislodge. It would be nice, but it isn’t reality. Take me for example. I love my husband, and I would find him attractive even if he was badly burned, had to have a limb amputated, etc.. For me, that’s just how it works. I don’t know why it works, but it does. A lot (if not most) guys have at least a tiny corner of their minds that ties love and sex together. Kind of like the sex=forgiveness thing…which is a whole other post.
I know I have put on a *cough*few*cough* pounds since I was 18, and I honestly cannot ever look in the mirror and find myself to be desirable anymore…so how could anyone else (without a BBW fetish)?
Well, enough self-deprecating writing, my fat ass is going to bed. And the rest of me too.
Not even 8 am yet and I am already thinking happy thoughts of maiming certain people….ahh…makes me feel warm and fuzzy inside. I really wish I didn’t get so annoyed all the time but try as I might, I cannot help it. I hate whiny people.
I nearly came unglued yesterday about the whole car situation. I miss my Catera badly, and all the special little gizmos that made driving it pleasurable. I seriously doubt if my next car (or truck) will be nearly as nice.
I am currently driving an ‘04 Chevy Impala, which is ok I guess…actually I don’t like the car much. It isn’t comfortable, and there is a massive amount of road noise while driving. The upside is that it handles really well.
Well, wish me luck in finding (and financing) a decent car in the next few days. I got payoff for my car plus a little more money to get a new one, but it still isn’t easy to find a good one.
I’m off to attempt to avoid killing people.
I slept most of the day yesterday after getting out of the hospital. They diagnosed whiplash after an assload of xrays, and gave me Hydrocodone (Vicodin), Flexoril and Naproxen to make the inflammation go away and kill the pain. That lovely little cocktail knocked me out. I woke up his morning feeling like someone beat my upper body with a baseball bat. Ugh. My back, neck, nose, chest and arms are extremely sore. I didn’t think it was going to be that bad, but boy, was I wrong. I just hope all the insurance stuff goes through quickly. I just want it all to be over with.
The chick who hit me admitted wrong to the police right at the scene, so hopefully there won’t be any disputes. My exact words at the scene? “WAHHHH!!!!!”. Poor Bob. He had to deal with the stress of our favorite car getting totaled, me bawling my eyes out for like an hour, and sitting in the hospital waiting room, waiting to find out if I was OK. He was really great yesterday. I don’t know what I would have done if he had not taken care of everything.
I love you baby. Thank you.
