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The life and weirdness of Kim |
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Who is Kim? Heck, I don't know, but I am trying to figure it out. For the important facts, see: "Invalid Entry" 
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| *silently* Help me! I'm trapped in here! Why can't I get out of a damned box I can't even see? |
| I found four cysts kind of right at the edge of my breast and under my left arm. Fybroids no doubt. Stupid damn things. |
| Got a call from Mr. Transmission telling me that to repair my transmission will be 1754.00. That is 319.00 more than I paid for the car. So, I found a used transmission waranteed for 60 days for 500.00. Installed, it will cost me about 1000.00. I emailed the seller and told him that I was going to report him for the registration fraud. That prompted the response of "Call me to work this out." I called, he yelled. I told him not to yell. He said he would take the car back, but then freaked when I said that I would have it towed as I wouldn't risk driving it with the transmission in the shape it is. He said that it had to come back driveable or not at all. After hours of him shouting in my ear, I had him agreed to return my deposit of 500.00 and I would close out the claims I have filed, and waive any further claims. He agreed and said he would talk to someone and call back. I called the Ministry of Transport and found out that while the registration thing is frowned on, it isn't a major deal. Yikes! A card slipping from my hand... so I wrote up the agreement and sent it off. The seller had some other man call me and try to tell me that the best he could do was 300.00. I said, nope, an agreement is in place... that is what I will stick to. he ranted and raved, but I just said, "I do not recognize your right to even talk to me on this matter. Good bye." And I hung up on him. Five minutes later, the seller calls and says, "Ignore him, we will go ahead with the agreement." So, he sent 500.00 through paypal but it is uncleared. I will close out the claims once the money has cleared. So, tomorrow Chuck gets a new to him transmission, and I get back a car even though I will have used all my money. LOL So, life goes back on hold for a little while. |
It took the transmission guys all day just to get the transmission off my car.  The guy said that it is okay though because there is a time allotment for getting the thing off and that is all I pay, not for the actual hours. But, I won't know the damage until tomorrow. Keeping my fingers crossed that my "slide bang" doesn't slam dunk my bank account.I did get the rest of the stuff I need for my trip though. Tomorrow is about laundry, finishing up work, and packing. All very fun. |
...how wise and compassionate he is... how in under 30 minutes, he can help me undo all my knots and heal whatever hurt my heart is feeling. What a priceless gift.  Not sure what I ever could have done to deserve him... but I am not going to delve into it too deeply just in case God or the universe changes His/its mind. |
Today I discover if Chuck (my car) is up to the gagrantuan task ahead of him... motoring down the North American eastern seaboard at least part way. Mr. Transmission here we come. Nope... make that tomorrow at 9AM comes the moment of truth. LOL  I'm psyched. Both about getting Chuck in shape and about the trip. Going to spend some time with my Aunt Mary, Dawn (abookluvr to you wdc types), Bob hopefully, three different friends in GA, and then the people I have most wanted to meet for over a year now. Awesome.  And I have roadside assistance just in case Chuck comes down ill on the way. Even though fingers stay crossed that wont happen. |
| My Aunt Mary has a degenerative lung disease. She has maybe a year to live without a transplant. With one she might get another year or two. (Is it just me who thought transplants were supposed to be this miraculous thing that allows you to live for longer than a couple extra months?) Anyway... She is waiting for a transplant. At the current rate, she figures she will get one about July/August of this year. I am an organ donor, but I have always excluded my lungs because of my asthma... never figured they would do anyone any good. Of course, now I know better, but my donor card still excludes them. So, before I undertake my massive road trip at the end of this week, I am writing up a personal directive that donates my lungs to my aunt in the case that they are acceptable and compatible. She and I are very alike in a lot of respects... body type, looks, personality... so who knows, maybe we have enough genes in common for a match. So, now to write it up, send copies to my Dad (her brother otherwise, I'm still cut off from them), my aunt and of course, one for my wallet. Yep, it's a plan. Not that I intend to stop breathing any time in the next 50 or so years. |
| in a long time, I went out--to the movies in this case--but I didn't want to be out. I wanted to be home talking to someone on line. I miss him. When did this happen? When did he become someone I miss? We've been friends since May of last year, and I have never missed him. If he wasn't around, no biggie. Not sure this is a good thing. I am afraid that it means not so much that I am cherishing his company, but that I am allowing his attention to overwhelm me and my common sense. I know what it feels like to need to share someone's company and not be able to as much as I would like. I feel that every day since Mark and I got on new schedules. So many times I wanted to talk to him about something and we're both so busy. This isn't the same. If it is because I am beginning to see him in a new light... brilliant, but I can't just let the attention sway me. It so wouldn't be fair. |
| Loss is an inevitable part of life. Attachment is an illusion. Nothing ever really lasts, so why fear the end of things? I have been through a great many endings this year and survived. I guess I have just never had all that much that really mattered to me. Friendships have come and gone and been left behind without any attempt to maintain them... I pass from people's lives like the wind. I don't own anything I couldn't live without... I have lost everything before and it never really phased me. I have never mattered all that much to anyone. Even now that I have moved out from Mom's house... she never calls, never wonders how I am. My father could go the rest of his life without talking to me and never be all that fussed about it. Friends vanish. Sometimes they wander back, sometimes they don't. And the sad thing is... I am not usually all that fussed about it. I have lived on the fringe my whole life. You get used to people and things passing you by. I have allowed one attachment, and some days it scares me. Today is one of those days. It's not a freak out scared or anything. Just a little whisper in the back of my mind that asks, "What will you do if...?" Survive I suppose, just like in the past. Being afraid is rather stupid, I suppose. Things either happen or they don't. If they don't, being afraid just ruins the ride. If they do, well, being afraid didn't stop it from happening, and you ruined the ride while it lasted. Yep, being afraid is dumb.I envy those people who have people, things... love in their lives that they completely believe will always be there. Maybe someday I'll find that. That would be awesome. Until then, just have to enjoy the ride. |
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Congrats, Kim! Glad to hear your wedding went well. I wish you a wonderful marriage and lots of love for the both of you. 