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The Door

We have been looking for a screen door for the back, upstairs entrance to our house. Something solid, with a screen at the top, and some character to it. The door we have currently is a simple and metal with a window that does its job but lets very little light and fresh air in.

Our first stop was where every home owner goes when they want to take home improvements into their own hands, Home Depot. This was not my suggestion, I hate the Depot. I do not like the colour orange and I live for a bargain.

I have never found a bargain in the Depot.

After looking at their doors and discovering that I was right and the Home Depot may not be the place to purchase our items we changed directions and sought out a home based carpenter.

The person we were aware of had a business out of his garage, which is very normal in our area, and sold solid pine front a back doors, these are not ready for pick up, they are ordered and made. We met with him and discussed parameters, cost, time frame, and bargained with him a bit.

Okay I bargained with him.

I was satisfied, somewhat, with the deal we got but when I returned to the car with the baby I felt like I hadn’t gotten the best deal I could have.

He and Brian arrived a few minutes later and he commented on our car.

“Wow! Mazda 3, nice car, you guys must not do too bad eh?!”

Was he comparing my lifestyle to this car?

“Oh, this is a rental, this isn’t my car.”

His stare shifted from me to Brian. Brian then offered that I purchased a Volkswagen.

“Huh. Another great car. You guys really aren’t doing bad at all.”

I could feel myself getting angry. Who was this guy? He had no idea how “well” we were doing and if we were doing “well” at all. I hadn’t disclosed how much I make or how many bills we have, he simply assumed based on my rental vehicle and then my purchased car.

Was this why he didn’t lower the price of the door much? Because he believed we made “enough.”

I discussed my thoughts with Brian on the way home and my frustration with the way people perceive others just by their clothing, vehicles, or house.

I’m thankful that I rarely allow myself to do this and have learned through my line of work that you never know what someone else has or is going through. Someone may be driving a BMW, work for a multi-million dollar company but be in millions of dollars of dept and be terribly unhappy, or they might work two nights a week at a restaurant and have thousands in savings but shop frugally and drive a 1990 cavalier.

You never know.

And you know what?

It’s none of your business.

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Pet Peeves?

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Another Tuesday.

Another Vlog.

Today I’m talking about Pet Peeves.

Sigh.

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Today I’m linking up with one of the funniest bloggers I know, Kim from Mom go Something Something.

She’s also one of the bravest!

I heart her.

I’m also providing you with a guest post!

Two for one! Crazy right!

Enjoy.

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I know you’ve all heard of me. Leighann has talked about me on the twitter, she’s mentioned me casually in conversations, but she doesn’t really give credit where credit is due.

I was a huge part of her life.

We were together every day for a minimum of an hour. A minimum.

Singing together, enjoying coffee, and eating delicious treats eagerly before we reached our destination so we wouldn’t have to share.

Creating memories.

Road trips on a whim, shopping endlessly on weekends, and making the transition from a childless woman to a mother.

People change.

Priorities change.

I wasn’t her priority anymore.

My once shiny paint began to chip and rust and the car wash visits became further and further apart.

Trips to the mechanic for an oil change became scattered, unscheduled and then not at all.

I begged her to take me.

I coughed, sputtered, stalled.

Her mind was elsewhere.

I wanted her attention badly, I missed her and the time we spent together, her hands gliding over the wheel, the sound of her voice filling the car with the song that played on the radio, my engine purring along.

So I dropped my muffler.

I needed her to care.

She fixed me.

Because she did care.

But it wasn’t the same. Her touch wasn’t the same, her voice was irritated, and my once clean floor was now littered with toys, cups, and sticky liquids that I couldn’t identify.

I was growing tired of trying.

She was tired of fixing me.

Of fixing us.

So I did the only thing I could think of.

I ended it.

There you have it.

A guest post by my car.

I’m still waiting to find out from the insurance company if they are fixing it or just writing it off.

It’s a 2004 with 300,000 km on it.

It was a sad car.

But.

I loved it.

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A Slippery Drive Home

01/15/2011

On our way home from the No Frills HUGE dollar sale.. in a snow storm.. with bald tires.. 

Me: we should have taken my car

Brian: hun, we’ll be fine, we made it there, we’ll make it home

Me: it’s snowing worse now and you’ve slid 17 hundred times

Brian: I’m a pro driver hun, pro

Me: why does a pro driver have bald tires?

Brian: did you see that guy in the grocery store?

Me: the one I gave the dirty look to that you said you knew and didn’t like?

Brian: yah, in the camo jacket with green pants

Me: NO! you said you didn’t like the one in ALL camo!

Brian: no hun, I don’t know the guy in ALL camo!

Me; WHAT! I was giving stink eye to “all camo” and you don’t even know him?

Brian: nope

Me: you told me you knew him! I asked for further clarification! I whispered it to you!

Brian: don’t know him, I know green pants camo jacket.

Me: Why were so many people dressed in camo?

Me: we should have brought my car

Brian: I’m a PRO hun

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This is when the car slid off the road and into our 911 number
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Trying to push the car out while I laugh from the passenger seat
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Throwing in the towel and asking ME to drive the car out while he pushes…hehehehe (its a standard, and his baby)
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SUCCESS!! Because of MY superior driving skill we’re out!
We should’ve taken my car.

Leighann

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