Friday, June 25, 2010

Writing my letter

When you're mad, you're told to write a letter and wait a day, then if you still feel the same way to send it. Well I'm writing my letter and not waiting a day.

The other day my car informed me of 2 things, #1 that I need to change my oil. Well I ignored this one because it has said that since before the last time we changed it. And #2 that I have low tire pressure. Well this guy that Jeremy works with came over today after I got off work to check the tire pressure. The front 2 are at 50 and the back right one needs 10 more PSI's. So he let out air in the front to, and made them sit at 40. (Thanks Vickers!!)
Then I went to the dollar store to pick up some purple wrapping paper to make my cousins wedding gifts match. On the way there my steering wheel was shaking, not vibrating. So I stopped by Auto Zone and asked the nice man for advice on what it could be. He went out and felt the tires and what did he find? A bubble. Not good. Tire replacement.
Soo what does this mean for my weekend plans of driving 5 hours to go to my cousins wedding in Carthage, MO? That I'm not going and yet ONE MORE weekend ALONE.

It's not a big deal that I don't get to go to his wedding. It's that my tire my blow out and my husband isn't home to fix it, it's that I need a new stinking tire. It's that I was really looking forward to seeing my family and dressing up and having a good time.

I understand everything happen's for a reason. I'm sure this is preventing something from happening to me or WallE or my car or my house or my bills or SOMETHING.. but the thing is... I'll probably never know. I won't hear about a wreck that happens in some small town that I was going to be driving through. I won't realize that not going could be saving WallE from getting hit by a car in the distance from our car to the hotel.

Ever since I was young I knew that talking about things out loud, made them not happen for me. Going to get my first car, didn't happen because I told everyone I know. I know that's not the reason why, but it seems like that's the way things have worked all my life. So now, almost 22 years into it, I'm realizing that I need to stop shouting to the world that I'm doing something, or it won't happen. I didn't tell anybody when Jeremy and I started looking for a car for me. I didn't tell anybody when I had my job interview at Eye Specialists.

I don't understand. I don't now, not ever. DANG IT!!
Well here's to another boring weekend at home. On my computer and behind the TV.


  1. Go to WalMart, have them replace your tire, and go to the wedding!!!

  2. P.S. Good luck! I know you can get it fixed. :)

  3. I'm glad you talked about this out loud, because I am really glad you got to go and see everyone!

  4. ((HUGS)) I hate days like that. It really does help to get it all out as well. Hope your tire is fixed!