it's a hard knock life

I tend to be a skeptical person…especially when it comes to situations involving my car. Today I had yet another car problem. Yes, it’s true…not much time passes before something else happens. I’m convinced that I have a magnetic aura surrounding me that causes electronic equipment and machinery to break down. My problem today was my rear brake pads. I’ve known for a few weeks they needed to be replaced. It was obvious from the high pitched squeal that I heard every time I pressed on the brakes. My steering wheel wasn’t moving from side to side when I hit the brakes and I seemed to be stopping smoothly other than the ear piercing noise. So I concluded that the pads were bad but the rotors were still good. I am smart enough to know what rotors are and when they need to be turned.

I took my car in expecting to pay around $90 for rear brake pad replacement. The waiting room was amazing. It was decorated better than my house and had a flat screen HDTV. I even had full control of the buttons (which is my term for the remote control). I was very involved in an episode of The Fabulous Life on VH1 when I was rudely interrupted by the man who was supposed to be fixing my car. He handed me the results of the brake system inspection and summed it all up by saying I needed two new rotors. WHAT? I wasn’t planning on that. I didn’t believe him and was certain it was one of those things they just tell ignorant girls to try and get them to spend more money. So I asked him to show me. He took me out to the car and showed me how they measure the width and said they were worn down so much that they were unable to work on my car without new rotors. Ugh! What’s a girl to do?

I considered going to Auto Zone, buying rotors, going home and googling “rotor replacement” and doing it myself. But, somehow, I thought that could have fatal consequences. In the end I decided to let them do the work and drove away having paid more than double the cost I had anticipated.

There are some things I don’t like about being an adult and car ownership and maintenance are two of those things.

If you are a loyal reader of “This is My World” then you are already aware that I am the head of Lindsy’s dating committee. Some of you are probably laughing and wondering what my qualifications are. Well…I don’t have many. I am dating someone, yes, but can’t really claim to know much about the process of getting a date or setting someone up. From what Lindsy has told me, she had a thing or two to do with my current dating life (which I was clueless about so I can’t fill you in on what occurred). Nevertheless, it’s time to return the favor.

So I propose (is it okay to use that word around a dating committee??) to make this an official committee and plan to begin recruiting others to serve on the committee. As committee chair, I have appointed Lindsy’s sister Jamie as Vice-Chair. I also have one male committee member and am looking for just a few more. Please let me know if you are interested. You must know Lindsy and have some kind of idea or opinion regarding the type of man she should date. You cannot expect her to lower her expectations but you can encourage her to open her mind.

I will also be accepting submissions for date prospects. If any non-committee member has someone they deem worthy of consideration please let me know and the committee will review and advise Lindsy as necessary.

I will keep you informed of our progress and I’m hoping to have some good stories to share. I’m no Carrie Bradshaw but perhaps this will be my own clean, appropriate-for-all-ages version of Sex and the City. Or…no sex but fabulous dates and the city. If this is successful maybe the dating committee thing will catch on. I don’t know why this approach to dating hasn’t been widely used already. Perhaps I’m about to find out…

Yes, I haven’t blogged in awhile. Yes, I’ve been pretty busy recently. Yes, I just moved back to Edmond.

That’s right. You heard it here first. Well, not really…I’ve been talking about it for awhile. I moved back in with the old roommates over Labor Day weekend. My eight-month stint in OKC is now over and I’ve returned back to the safer regions of Edmond. I didn’t intend for the move to OKC to be such a temporary situation but a series of events occurred and I am happy to be back. The old roommates are really excited too. They ran to me with open arms and showered me with gifts. Okay…that’s an exaggeration…unless you call a house key and garage door opener a “gift.”

Here are a few reasons why it’s good to be back in Edmond:

- The roommates, despite both being in school right now, are actually pretty fun people.
- I’ll get to start taking evening walks again…something I wasn’t so comfortable doing in the other neighborhood.
- Less driving since the people I like to see on a daily basis live in Edmond.
- My grandparents live across the street so I can keep an eye out and know when they forget to invite me to family functions (I’ve been forgotten before…no joke).
- Less of a chance that a stupid middle-aged burglar will break into my house at 5pm on a weekday and then talk to me when I catch him trying to steal my stuff.

So here’s to living in Edmond, being closer to friends, and hopefully being safe from burglars!