must. own. red. car.
March 01, 2007 at 9:22 a.m.
Less than a week and a half� we�re leaving Brasil next Saturday it seems. Good golly, there is SO much to do! Here, we are trying to unload furniture and things we don�t need (and fielding tons of requests for all our stuff we happen to be taking � people wanting to buy our computers, baby toys, and one very persistent woman who wants our BABY) and on the web Jared is frantically trying to figure out cars to buy, where to possibly move, etc.
We have a kid, we need a parent car, right? We don�t need the minivan yet. And maybe we need a station wagon� Jared�s been searching all of these at heap cheap prices, when he made the fatal flaw of showing me a picture of this car and asked me if I�d be interested in it:
Now he�s screwed. How can I say �Yes, let�s get the 1998 blue station wagon, I�d love to drive that!� when my last car was a red Mustang and then he goes and stupidly shows me picture of a red Jetta???? And they are pricier than the $4,000 station wagon� (Yes, we�re that cheap � my Mustang was under $2 grand, woohoo!) so he has �nu-huh� going on.
Oh man, I try so hard to be low maintenance. He�s cheap, I accept it and I�ve given up some bigger ticket items in my world and I�m okay with that. Because I love him.
But now every time I think about zipping around town in a red Jetta, it fills me with the hope that I am NOT turning into a suburban Mormon mommy stereotype, I still have cool in my bones, and then I want to make out with Jared. But he won�t kiss me back, because he knows in my mind I�m not kissing him. I�m kissing a red Jetta. Good golly I�m such a great test case.
They�re checking his references, and I�m all a-twitter. There�s so much that will change in such a tiny period of time. If he gets the job, they want him to work immediately, and poor Jared will be insanely exhausted from a cross-hemisphere move.
And then there�s the need to possibly relocate across ATL, since the job is about a 40 minute drive across some of the worst traffic in the country. I love our neighborhood, but I guess I�ll have to get used to a new one. I mean, our location is PERFECT, I live down the street from every store known to the states. Seriously, 3 malls, a SuperTarget and WalMart, 2 craft stores, a dollar movie, a Kroger, a LaMadeline, an Aldi, several Asian markets with great sushi, gah, it�s perfect. And an elementary school, but I�m not needing that just yet. Just sayin.
Buuut, right across from the possible office is a new Trader Joe�s � now that�s something to celebrate! I just get lost every time I�m on that side of town. And I�m pretty sure there is no Super Target, something I find rather super in my daily existence.
Oh, moving I hate thee so.
You know what I never thought I�d be able to do? Speak another language. I really did not think it was possible. But you live somewhere for 6 months, you pick up lots of stuff, apparently. I�m not perfect by any means, and my grammar is beyond awful, but I can spend whole weekends with people who speak nothing but Portuguese and not run out of things to say and be understood.
It amazes me how fast I can speak, too. I need to call up Annie and talk to her just because I know she�ll appreciate it. It�s sad I�ll forget it, but the side of town we live on has a high Brasilian population and many are LDS, so I�ll get to use it a tad.
I just didn�t think I could, and without lessons and only studying maybe twice, I can speak another language.
So weird. Louca.
Eu nao entendo. E eu precissio mais arroz doce. Meu cabessa doi porque eu pensao muito Portuguese�.
Jared just sent me a link to a black Jetta. That�s okay too right? I don�t want to make out with it though. Must. Stifle. Craving.
Heehee, he just told me that back before I came along, his BF and he figured only hot girls drove Jettas. I want to be a hot girl, oh please!! I can�t be hot unless I own a car that SAYS I�m hot. You are only pretty if the things you buy are pretty.
CRAP!! I�m thinking like an American again and I�m not even in the country yet!!
SUPERCRACK. Shallow, but willing to admit it if it gets her a (red)Jetta.