A Sick Car and a Shitty Roommate

There are some days I wake up and I truly cannot find a single reason to be happy. Now don't get me wrong, I am blessed. I have my own business that in time will make me a good living. I have wonderful friends and I live in a beautiful place but there are just sometimes when none of that is enough. Not when I continually have to overcome ridiculous odds and I have to deal with people that have no soul. It gets old after a while and my attitude starts heading south really fast.

First my car. Its a good car. I love my Mustang. She's a 2001 and I bought her for myself when I graduated college. I drove her to and from work in Williamsburg for years and she never once let me down. I drove her from Virginia to Utah twice and have taken numerous road trips in her to California. But shes getting old and has over 150,000 miles on her. So shit is starting to go wrong. For instance in a matter of two weeks I discovered I need a new exhaust manifold, a new fuel pump and filter and new brakes not to mention I am way over due for an oil change etc.... If I do not fix these things I will have to park her. I live in a fucking desert. Parking her and walking literally MILES and MILES is not an option. So shes going to cost me over 1000 dollars. I don't even have enough money to do my laundry right now and I have to come up with 1000 dollars by Friday. So now sleep is a luxury I don't seem to have as I worry and fret on how I am going to pull this off. I was thinking.....if everyone in Moab donated 25 cents to me I would have the money to fix the car. I know if I heard all I had to do was donate 25 cents to someone that really needed it I would because whats 25 cents? I lose more than that in my laundry. But life doesn't work that way and besides from my experience people generally suck.

Speaking of people who suck....my ex roommate really sucks. I am not going to mention names but when I moved in in August into this womans home I went out of my way to be a good roommate. Come to find out I could've been Martha Stewart and she still would've found a reason to lecture me on a daily basis like I was a clueless teenager. I even voluntarily uped my rent 25 dollars a month to help her out because she was working so hard and she was soooo stressed. I finally could not face another lecture or read another fucking post it note so I told her I was moving. I only stayed an additional two weeks so I could watch her dog while she went on vacation (I guess she wasn't as bad off financially as I had thought but I digress). I cleaned the place from top to bottom and left her a heart felt note thanking her for giving me a place to stay when I had no where else to go. All I needed was my deposit back which would really come in handy right now as I mentioned earlier my car is in the shop and I'm broke. She gave me my deposit back alright. She charged me two weeks rent and half the utilities even though the only reason I stayed the extra two weeks was to watch her fucking dog. This type of shit happens to me all the time. Thats why I think people suck and I would rather deal with an angry Rottweiler than back stabbing chicken shit people.

So I have vented. Everyone keeps telling me God never puts more on your plate than you can handle (thats bullshit and if I hear that one more time I'm going to hurt someone). Or "this too shall pass". Yes that may be so but it will only be replaced by something worse.

So those are my thoughts for today. Its just another crappy day and I don't feel like getting up to fight the good fight anymore. I'm tired. I'm tired of bad news and I'm tired of shitty people. I'm tired of biting my tongue while others just unload their grievances on me. I'm tired of being little miss sunshine. I'm just plain tired.

Case Solved

It took me a few days but I finally got Frankie on the phone and come to find out the empty liquor bottles were for someone else. I reminded him however if the mood ever struck him again to hand out liquor bottles to make sure they were full the next time.

They were actually for someone else. Moab is a very "cowboy and Indians" type of town. All around here John Wayne and Glen Ford made a few westerns and Thelma and Louise was filmed right in Moab and many more movies that I can't remember right now. So there is a photo store here that tourists can go to to dress up in Western attire and have their picture taken and made into a wanted poster. So the liquor bottles are props.

On to other things....lets see...the snow is melting and the sun is shining. The whole town is much busier as the tourist season begins. This month we have a few things going on such as a car show and Cowboy Poetry (don't ask).

I will be heading up to Salt Lake City this weekend to see Jess and just get away for a bit. I am sure there will be stories as a result of my trip that I will love to share

A Mail Faux Pas

Its only been an hour since my last post and already something kind of screwed up happened to me. As I mentioned in the last post Ron and I delivered my flyers out to the main downtown part of Moab.

Theres something you should know about me. I am fairly neurotic (for those of you that haven't picked up on that yet). I get these beautiful flyers made then I hesitate to post them places. Its the whole asking permission and possibly being rejected thing that usually makes me hesitate. I hate throwing myself out there to be judged and/or rejected (though I often am on both counts).

Ron decided this was a good time to learn how to get past all of that. So he enthusiastically insisted I do this. So off we went. I made him do most of the asking even though I was right beside him and its my picture screaming from the page. I did a lot of whining and grumbling but we did it. We placed these flyers all over town. If the people weren't there (it was Sunday) we slide them through doors or left them in their mail boxes outside. Ron proudly praised me the first few times with even a "See... I told you so" thrown in there. I finally threw my hand up with a silent "shut it" implied and we got through the whole experiences.

I admit I was mildly pleased and relieved by the end of the day as well. So why are you telling us this? you say.

I will tell you....I got an interesting call from the Postal Service a few minutes ago with a firm "Cease and Desist" and a patient "If you need our help we would be happy to come to some arrangement" but it was the "this is AGAINST THE LAW" that really got me.

So you can be sure when I see Ron next he will get a huge "See I TOLD YOU SO". I know this doesn't sound like a big deal but for one) I was mortified and 2) this is kind of like a rejection. OMG and WTF??????

Just thought I'd share my humiliation with you