sweat the small stuff... really.

After all, its the small stuff that add up to the big things that make your life miserable.

It drives Marty crazy that I get so annoyed by little things. He is such a laid-back-Jimmy-Buffet-Is-KING kind of guy. Nothing gets to him. I told him the other night that it really upsets me that nothing upsets him.

He proceeded to tell me that when your job consists of pulling people out of wrecks, out of fires, and out of other tragic happenings, your focus shifts. Once you see so many people of all ages with their lives altered or ended like the snap of a finger, you get to not really worry about how the lady at Wal-Mart was rude. Or how the one-hour-photos are never, ever ready in an hour. You just want to focus on the happy times, and enjoy every minute of life.

I understand what he is saying, but I think he is full of shit. I think that is just his way of getting out of doing the dishes.

I don't pull people out of wrecks. I don't fight fires. I don't test hoses or wear turnouts on 100 degree days. And I want people that are waiting on me to be just as courteous and helpful as I am to my customers. I want what I order at a restaurant to come just as I ordered it. I want the happy meals to come with a girl toy and a toddler toy, not two boy toys... (not that I ever order happy meals because that would be instilling bad eating habits in my children... ) *whistling innocently*

My car is acting up. The dash lights stay on (like the "ABS" light and the light that says "brake" and the light that says "Check Engine!!!") and Marty says that it is just a sensor... that kills me. That "CHECK ENGINE!!!!!!!!" light seems really important. It is red and everything. It is like getting a pregnancy test that comes back positive and you go to the doctor and he says, "Oh, that's just a test. You aren't really pregnant." Also, my speedometer just quit too.

So he tells me that he will order a new sensor. Ignore the lights, ignore the speedometer. (Just try not to speed.) Everything is fine.

Well, I am heading home from a girl's night out last night and I stop at the intersection and suddenly I can't steer. My brake is hard to push. But my car is still running. So I shut it off and wait about 10 seconds (and pretend I don't hear the jackass behind me honking, like I am doing this just to piss him off.) and then restart it and it works. I head on down the road, and get to the next intersection... the same thing happens. (And of course the JackAss starts honking again. Yes, this is entertaining for me. It is a thrill. I am waiting to see if you will pull a gun!!) Thankfully, it starts again, and I make it home.

So THEN, I am telling Marty what happened and he said, "That's impossible. It is just a sensor. And if you couldn't steer, there is no way your car was running. Because car lingo car lingo...." which turns to "blah blah blah I wonder if I should wear a skirt or pants today is he STILL talking?" in my head.

You are right honey. I have only been driving for 16 years, I am sure that I was mistaken on the fact that my car was still running. It was probably dead, but I didn't notice, because I was putting on makeup, eating cheetos, singing with Pink, paying my bills and talking on my cell... because that is what GIRLS do when they drive. I am so silly. I am not even sure if I was at a stop signy thing. I can't remember. OH! Maybe I was using my lefty stop-ey foot instead of my righty go-ey foot. I bet that was it. Silly old me. (*flip hair, push out breasts*) I just get so confused!!

I just want my damn car fixed.