an extraordinary combination of girl power and horse power...

Yesterday I changed a flat tire.  All by myself.  It was awesome.  I feel like I've left the "realm of helpless blond girl" and entered the world of "I-can-at-least-change-a-flat...... helpless blond girl."  So you can imagine that I felt pretty good about myself,  I had all sorts of girl power running through my veins (the Spice Girls would be proud).   After my big head had some time to enjoy itself, the real world came back to hit me like the smell Spencer makes after eating at The Bomb Diggity's (or whatever it's called)... 


now I have to buy new tires.


dang.


DANG IT.


I don't want to buy new tires, why can't I just drive around on my spare for a year or two??


dang.


(head sufficiently deflated) 


 

why can't cars live forever?

I wish cars were more like the human body.  You know, they get stronger the more you use them and with minor problems they usually heal themselves.  That would solve so many of my problems.  

But I guess even the human body can't do any of this when it reaches a certain age and my car is definitely not young.  Oh well.

Et tu, Honda?

Sorry about the blogging siesta I've been having lately, my car is in the process of kicking the bucket and it's stressing me out a little bit. It's not that I care that my car is dying, that's all fine with me, I just don't want it to kill me. So it's got me in a constant nervous state, always looking over my shoulder (metaphorically) and wondering if today is the day that my time as Empire of the Road is at it's end.... or something like that....