On Friday Chris was helping a friend pickup his RV at a shop and he noticed the check engine light come on (again). So when they got to the shop, they very nicely did their check engine light diagnosis thing and it turns out we had a major problem with the turbo engine (we have a Dodge Neon SRT4, which is kinda a racing car, which we have never raced). Anyway, he was told to not accelerate too fast or it could "blow the engine" and not to drive it too much, just home and then to the Dodge shop to get it repaired. So I was stuck on Saturday in my old 1989 Toyota. I tell you, that car will last forever. However, we don't drive it much, and their is something wrong with the taillights. The wiring is messed up and there are no brake lights (I know, very bad), we keep talking about getting it fixed, but we usually only think about it when the Dodge is out of commission and we are forced to drive the Toyota, so it doesn't get done. It really needs to be done, especially since that is the car Damian will be driving when he gets his license this fall.
On Saturday I got sick. =( I ran for 5 miles on Saturday and felt like my head was going to explode. I seriously could only think about getting home, eating an apple, and laying down. I felt terrible. When I got home I grabbed an apple (I don't know why that sounded so good) and took a shower. It's the first time I've ever eaten an apple in the shower. =) I've had water, wine, milk in the shower, but never food.
Anyway, after my shower (and some ibuprofen) I felt better and did some stuff around the house, well, actually outside the house. Damian and I had some errands to do, get tabs for both cars, drop some stuff off at Goodwill, get some food for Damian's baseball double header on Sunday (which was 2 hours away), and get his hair cut. I wanted to go to the library but I thought the little driving I did do, was pushing my luck, so I didn't go. (And I forgot the books at home today which is frustrating because I work right across the street from the library.) When Chris got home we moved dirt. We had 3 planter boxes, one was made from old wood I found in our falling down shed, and with our car problems we decided to save a little money and just consolidate the dirt we had into 2 boxes and not use the third.
Sunday I felt AWFUL so I mostly just laid on the couch all day. However, my poor plants needed to be planted, so I did go outside for a little while and plant my vegetables. =) I am excited about it, and a little worried that we don't have enough space for everything to grow. I may have to take out some plants so there is enough room. It was so hard to throw out some of the little shoots that I had grown that I didn't have room for. It's like they finally get their shot and I threw them away. (Yes, I put human emotions on plants.) (Don't judge, I do it to everything.) (especially stuffed animals) Anyway, the garden looks awesome and I can't wait for the plants to get bigger. =) I've only ever had flower gardens, so this is exciting to me. (Yes, I grew up on a farm, no my mom (she was raised a city girl) did not plant anything, ever, and my dad was too busy, you know, farming.)
I didn't run Sunday or yesterday. I stayed home from work yesterday (actually sick). I'm feeling better today, so I'm planning on running this afternoon.
When I was grabbing clothes to take to Goodwill I came across several pairs of pants that had sentimental value to me. Honestly, if I let myself I could totally become a hoarder. It was really hard to part with these pants (human emotions attached to pants + sentimental value = hoarder)
So I have an Ode to Pants for you. Since I can't write poetry (and you wouldn't want to read it anyway) you're stuck with pictures. =) (Damian took these pictures, they aren't the best quality, nor, as you can see, do I completely look my best.) =)
I definitely get sentimental over clothes. Especially ones that I wore a lot, or liked a lot. I once kept a size 8 pair of pants with the tag still on them because I was determined to fit into them. I had bought a pair of slacks that I loved, but there was something wrong with them and I took them back to the store. They were out of the specific ones I wanted, so I got a different pair, however, if you've ever been shopping you know how much sizes differ between brands, so the size 8 pair I got didn't fit like the size 8 pair I had returned. I had just lost a bunch of weight after having Damian so I was sure I would get small enough to wear the new pair. I didn't. Instead, I stayed the same weight for awhile and then started gaining again. I probably had those pants for 5 years, at least, very likely more, before finally donating them to Goodwill . . . with the tag still attached. I wonder if they'd fit now . . . ; )
I also gave away all my maternity clothes. I had hoped to have another baby after Maddox, but I'm getting older and I'm not sure I want to go through baby-hood and then toddler-hood again. I guess it's probably time that I clean out Maddox's clothes. I kept a small amount of his clothes (my very favorite outfits) for "just in case." I kept toys that were Damian's until he was 10, when I finally had a yard sale and sold them all off. I then got pregnant 2 years later, and wished I hadn't sold all the cool stuff (like the outdoor play thing). Oh well. ; ) In my old age I'm going to be a hoarder, I can see it. It scares me, I force myself to throw things out because I don't want to be a hoarder, but often it's hard. (It also runs in my family. My mom has toys in their original box that I played with as a kid, but she's not bad, no my aunts are horrible hoarders.)