This has been a really shitty week for me, and I really need to vent my frustration, so this will probably be a long and semi-boring post. Sorry.
Sunday morning I went to get in my car and it wouldn’t start. I have a Jeep Grand Cherokee (2001). The husband thought it was the battery, so he goes out and buys a new one, sticks it in the car and everything works just fine. I’m happy.
Monday morning I had a doctor’s appointment. Again, the car is dead. When the husband gets home in the evening, he tries jumping it and it won’t take a jump, so he runs out and buys a battery charger — we let the battery charge over night.
Tuesday morning, the husband sticks the charged battery in the car and nothing. So we’re now thinking maybe it’s the alterntor or a short somewhere is causing the battery to drain. It could happen. I’m hoping fixing it will be expensive, as in over $500. Secretly, I’m hoping the car is dying for good. As in no longer available or suitable for driving, because that’s the only fucking way I’m ever going to get a new car. My husgband believes we should squeeze every last penny out of vehicles. So… no death, no new car.
Anyway, to make a loooong story shorter, we buy yet another battery and drive the damn Jeep to the car fixing place and leave it there for them to deal with.
Wednesday, I’m without a car, it’s Ash Wednesday and must get to mass for my ashes. That’s what a good Catholic should do, so that was my plan. The only mass available to me was the 7:30 p.m. one since my husband doesn’t get home from work until 6:30 or so, and he was the only one with a vehicle. Bummer.
Okay, so it’s 6:15 p.m., the husband shows up and he’s cussing up a blue streak. HIS car is dead. Something about a blown gasket and he wasn’t dishing out money to fix it. That’s it for the Saturn. Dead. Get a new car. Meanwhile, we have mass to attend. I call up the DQ and ask her to take us, and she does. Not only does she agree to go with us, she brings a friend. We get to mass, and lo and behold it is full, I mean standing room only and everyone in the place is Mexican. Everyone.
Guess what? The 7:30 mass is the Spanish one. Shit. So the daughter and husband are really upset with me. The friend is looking at me like I’m a friggin’ idiot. I’m angry with myself for not checking before coming. So we sit through the mass, and I’m dumbfounded because I’m fluent in Spanish; however, I cannot understand a single word that is being said. Now, some folk may think that Spanish is Spanish, but let me tell you… it ISN’T. Mexicans speak with a lilt and inflection all their own, running words together and sometimes using slang or words that mean totally different to me (in the Spanish I was taught, which is Castillian). My Grandmother was from Cordova, Spain. OK, we suffer through mass only to discover there are no ashes being dispensed at this mass. Need I go on?
On the way home the husband informs me that he’s buying a Honda Civic because those get the best gas mileage. At this point, I’ve had just about fucking enough and I rip into him. Because….
- A Honda Civic means he will continue to use my Jeep for Schutzhund, hauling men stuff around, and going hunting.
- I will continue to have man smell in my car, and dog hair.
- He will keep piling on the miles on my poor vehicle that at this point has 200,000 miles on it (because of HIM).
The husband promised me… he PROMISED me, that when it came time to buy a new car for him, he would get an SUV so that he can do the things he does and leave my vehicle alone. But hell no. He’s going to buy a tiny thing of a car and continue to abuse mine.
This morning, Thursday, he takes off work and we go car shopping. Guess what he buys? This:
I was totally floored. All that arguing last night for nothing. But now I’m a happy camper, and the husband can continue sleeping in my bed.
But wait… I’m not through ranting.
I’ve decided that I want to take the DQ and the grandson on a road trip to Disney World. See originally I was going to go with the husband because he had one of those Special Ops conferences in Orlando, but that’s been cancelled. So I thought of the road trip. I mean just because he can’t go doesn’t mean I have to suffer, right? So the DQ and I plan the trip and then I tell him about it. What does he say? “Sure. Sounds fine to me, except, who’s going to take care of the dogs during the day?”
Excuse me? The dogs don’t need babysitting? Hello? He just doesn’t want me to do anything, I guess. No new car, no road trip, no new puppy right this minute…
I’m too tired to argue the point this week, but you just wait till next week when I’ve caught my breath and am ready for round two. I am SO shopping for a new puppy and checking hotel and Disney World package prices.
Honey, you get my Crappy Week Rant award! (BTW, this is a new award and you’re the first one to receive it because I just made it up.)
I’m Catholic too … your description of the Ash Wednesday fiasco had me rolling on the floor!
When it rains it pours! Can’t wait to read about Round Two!
Oh goodie! An award! I just love those things. It’s cheered me up already.
And round 2 is coming up really soon, too.
If I were your hubster I’d be verrry afraid when the bell rings for round two! LOL
And darlin’, take it from me, don’t argue……just GO!
The husband should be very afraid, cause the more I think about things, the angrier I get. And you’re abso-friggin-lutely right — I just need to GO.
Hooooo boy! He is in some serious trouble. I hope next week is way better for you (and for his sake).
Yeah, he’s definitely in the dog house for now. Although as I write this, I am in Bosier City where the husband deemed to bring me for a “fun” weekend. Sigh. My idea of fun isn’t being stuck in a casino for an entire day. Maybe the husband was thinking of his girlfriend when he planned this fun-filled day?
I’m sorry for the bad week. Perhaps a good weekend is on the way?
Thank you, darlin’. I really appreciate the thoughts. And it is SO good to see you here! I’m in Bosier City at the moment, so I guess this is supposed to be my good weekend?
round 2 includes us sending our condolences to you about your husband???? Cuz that’s what I’d be receiving here if mine was acting like that. OH HELL NO!
so ok..now what did you find out about your car? And how does that little car you showed us a picture of ..fit smelly guys and their guy gear and dogs into it??? I’d say he needs a pickup and a trailer!
ROFLMO, JJ! Although condolences aren’t yet in order, maybe a get well card or flowers are. He’s definitely in trouble, and the poor thing is trying to get out of it. He did buy the Honda SUV for himself so he would leave my car alone. He gets a bit of credit for that. My car, turns out there was ZERO wrong with it. At least the car place couldn’t find a thing wrong. So, I’m stuck in my Jeep for now. I want a new car so badly!
ok wait maybe I missed it…the car is for YOU and he’ll take yours??? Tell me that’s it!
Nah… I don’t want that car of his. I want a Lincoln Navigator! Don’t know what the hell for, but for now, that’s what I’ve got stuck in my craw. A Navigator. Although that new Lincoln “car” they’ve been advertising on TV so much sounds good, too. You know the one — the one that goes Zoooooom! with all the gears and gadgets and shit. I love gadgets.
We already talked about all of this. But this wasn’t as long of a post as I expected. I’m disappointed.
JK.
I should talk, hehe.
A Honda CRV will be sufficient for the man stuff. We men don’t “organize” things in a car, we just stuff it and go.
And is man smell really THAT bad???
Yes, Josh. Man smell really is THAT bad. I guess you don’t notice it because, afterall, you ARE a man… but there’s a distinct difference between the genders and I happen not to like my car filled with the other gender’s aroma. Actually it’s the stinky part I don’t like when they come off the field from hunting or doing dog sports. And the mud! Yuck! And the spilt coffee because everybody knows that men aren’t as coordinated as they like to think. Oh! And the McDonald’s food wrappers in the back seat… that’s just the icing on the cake when I get my vehicle back.
Oh yeah, I hate when my husband uses my car. Before we both got new cars we had to always use mine for everything because his was tiny and everything was broken in it. He just took his to work and back. It’s so nice now to have a car that is mine, all mine!
So, who is babysitting the dogs while you are in Bosier City? And why did you decide to go there to blog?
I’m babysitting the dogs, Birdpress. Right here in our hotel room while the husband is downstairs playing Black Jack or something. We always travel with the dogs whenever possible. But they are fully capable of staying alone all day long, too. Sigh. Me wants to go home.
As to why I’m in Bosier? Not my idea. The husband thought this might take the road trip want out of me, I’m guessing. I’m supposed to be having a fun weekend, you see.
Oh wow. And I thought MY week was bad. You have me beat, missy. Completely.
Tomorrow is Monday. Im hoping and praying you have a much better week.