Not this Life…

Though, it would be more fun.

But life in general.

See, the thing with having a blog is, you have an outlet to say whatever you want to say on it.  But it’s hard having this outlet when you have a ton of things you want to say but not sure where to start.

If you follow other blogs, you’ve probably heard all of the stories of how we only show you what we want you to see and that there are some things we continue to keep private to give us, who choose to open ourselves up to whoever finds us, some sense of personal space.  When stuff is going on it leads to questions of; “do I want to share this” “should I put this part of my life out into the universe” “maybe legit no one cares but me”.

Obviously, there are tons of analytics I can look at that can tell me if it’s a good idea to post something if I care about page views or hits or whatever.

But then, I remember that I started this place as a space for me to share about what is going on in my life, so page views aren’t always at the top of my priority list.  There are times that page views are important, but not always.

So, in not necessarily caring about page views, let’s talk about life today.

First of all, Devon’s car:

If you remember (or if you don’t), Devon was in a pretty bad accident a few weeks ago in this thing; did like $8000 in damages, had it out of commission for roughly two weeks…

Yeah.

So, he got his car back about a week ago, last Thursday, which is great because the rental he was driving was pretty dang small compared to what he’s used to.  It was all pretty and shiny and new and fixed and ALL the things.

On Tuesday afternoon, as I’m walking out of work, Devon calls me.

Let me preface by saying: we don’t call each other.  We’re the spouses who text unless there’s an emergency.  Like the last time we called each other was his accident.

This time, it’s because his car is overheating.  It was acting a little funny when he drove in, so he made an appointment to take it to our dealership which is all of two miles, tops, from his school.  By the time he got to his dealer his car was fully overheated and smoking.

Devon tells them all the things and, understandably, they say “what may be wrong with it is likely under warranty from the repair shop, so since we didn’t do the work we shouldn’t touch it unless you want to pay for it.”

Which we don’t.  (And if it’s overheating; his radiator was one of the things replaced from the crash.)

So, they are having to take his car to the shop that fixed it to see if it’s something they did so they can fix it with the warranty and Devon currently has no car.

It’s currently Thursday and we still have no idea what the hell is happening.  Devon is calling this morning because they were supposed to call us yesterday and didn’t.  I’m taking Devon to work, which is almost two counties away from where I work, which means I’ve been in my car four hours a day.  So, he’s handling other stuff so I don’t have to because I’m doing this but the point is: WE HAVE NO IDEA WHAT THE HELL IS HAPPENING!

And it’s frustrating.

Devon being Devon, which more often than not I love him for, was just going for the easy route of letting our dealership fix whatever it is.  But I’m like, we just paid to have your car repaired, why pay more if it’s the mistake of the repair shop that did the bodywork?  I mean if we have to pay for something, we do, but I’m not going to just fork out money if it isn’t necessary.  His car was in perfect working order before the accident, so it’s hard for me to believe that now something was wrong with the engine or whatever.

So, this has been a huge headache this week.  Not to mention exhausting.

To add to car issues, my back brakes need to be replaced, so really if we don’t have to add more money to Devon’s car, I would really rather not since brakes usually aren’t the cheapest things to replace.

Basically, cars are the most annoying investment ever and I kind of hate that we need them.

So, also, I’ve been having an issue for like three weeks where I have a headache that just won’t go away.  I don’t really have any other symptoms, nor is it really persistent (meaning I don’t have it 24/7) but it never fully goes away either.

The best way to describe it is: it feels like someone is squeezing the back of my skull for like five seconds and then stops.  Then can stop and start again at random.

I get migraines, so I know what front of the head headaches feel like.  This is entirely around the back of my head, and it’s really annoying.  It sounds like a tension headache (me, stressed? lolneveralways) and if it is, fine can we make it go away?  But I’m me and a hypochondriac, so I put a call into my doctor to make sure that’s all it is.

Cause…I needs mah brain.

So, having random shooting pains in my skull isn’t overly helpful.

Is stress a factor? Most definitely.  I am under a large amount of stress right now.  The reason for that stress is something I am going to keep to myself for right now as that privacy part I was mentioning earlier.  Mostly because it’s a situation in process and I don’t really want to talk about it until the process is further along.

And no, I am not pregnant, nor did we buy a house.  But we have made decisions regarding home buying which I will save for another post on another day.

Basically, where I am going with all of this is, life is stressful right now.  A bit more stressful than I would like for it to be.  I have a tendency in these situations to say I’m grateful for Devon and even though he’s part of my current stress right now, I still am.  Because there are a lot of life decisions happening right now for both of us that we really need the other’s support for and the fact that we have it is really helping.

I mentioned Devon’s current car situation to someone and she said, “well luckily that’s his problem and not yours”.  And I’m like…”but it kind of is also my problem…why wouldn’t it be?” Maybe I just don’t understand that logic.  Typically when there is an issue or a problem we try to work together on it or support the other in it.  I thought that was how marriage worked?  I don’t know, I’m still new to this thing.

But, for now, I’m really just looking forward to our vacation in Virginia at the end of June.  Seriously, if we can just get to the end of June successfully, then it will be fine.  And then we can go to all of the wineries and come home with an SUV FULL of all of the wine.

I mean, this just looks like an awesome place to hang out and relax for a few days doesn’t it?