February 27, 2015

This morning wasn’t really a typical morning…I BOUGHT A 1976 VW BUS!!!!  At least, I hope I did. Dusty is going to go check it out tomorrow morning before I wire the money.  It all started off as a joke, when my friend Julie was asking where her dream car was, that she had manifested it but was unable to find it, so I looked online to find mine and there it was.  Enough right things fell into place and just flowed.  During second block, after having talked to my insurance agent about cost, it was time and I pushed the “BUY NOW” button.  

 

This is the first time I have ever done anything miscellaneous like this – trading the beautiful Mercedes from my dad to a more economical car that better suites my life style was a big move, too, but I need a car for work – this is just for fun.  Still, it is my dream to own a VW bus and it looks like it is happening.  When it is time to move to Europe, it will not be hard to sell it, this I know.

After work I headed home and did a little more searching and finding out – this is when I spoke to my banker who said do not just wire money without seeing it, that a lot of fraud has been taking place.  I am grateful Dusty can go see it.  The thing is, I think this is a real sale and it makes me sad to think that, of all things, someone would use a VW Bus to defraud someone.  It’s un-American, it’s sacrilegious, it’s…unhippie.  Which reminds me of a joke – how many hippies can you fit in a VW BUS?  2 more and a dog.  At least, I think that was it.

Was JUST about to walk out the door for my session when my supervisor texted and said my client had cancelled.  This is the second time.  Looks like they are not very interested in coming, but that’s ok.  I don’t take it personally at all and understand.  I left to go pick up a celebratory carnitas burrito and was very sad…I only wanted to eat half of it (I have really been eating well at home – cooking all my food and feeling great) and it didn’t taste as good as I had hoped.  As I was sitting in bed, watching The Office in typical single-lady-on-a-Friday-night style, my sweet sister phoned me from her living room, where she was watching Modern Family in mother-to-a-3-month-old-infant-and-a-very-busy-toddler style.  We are so cool.  My heart was so happy.  I love having a sister.

 

I haven’t told the kids about the Westy.  I am going to have it shipped up here (a huge mistake is adding a sponsored as on Google for best prices as you will get calls and emails from all over the country from transport companies.  Do not do that).  I am SO.DADGUM.EXCITED!!!!  I am also trying to stop using the word fuck so much.  I need it for specific emotional times, plus, working at a high school, when I hear it used up to 7 times a minute in a single sentence, it has someone lost its pizazz, so I am reverting to good ol’ “dadgummit” and such).  We are going to have a rocking summer. 

Picture: The picture of the Westy; My right hand to left foot pose during 3rd block; Shots of the incoming storm.