Is vomity a word? Either way- it’s how I feel. Nikki’s never ending car troubles are rocking out as per usual. Here’s the scoop:
I bought a 96 Ford Taurus off of my sister– the history of this car is as follows:
-My dad had it as a company car
-The car was actually stolen by a bad news employee who was also involved in bad drug business
-Car was recovered by police
-My sister gets the car for her 16th Birthday
-She goes to college and leaves car behind
-I get car to use on my 16th Birthday
-Sister takes car back a few years later, I drive something else
-Sister uses until this year
-It starts to go a little down-hill- she buys new car
-I crash my car right about that time- she sells me car
-I JUST get done paying it off and suprise! The radiator busts completely and boils over a few different times.
-It is hanging out at a service center waiting on me to figure out what to do.
-So now I’m looking into a possibility of a new car which is where the “Vomity” comes in. UGH. New cars (or pre-owned) terrify me. I just don’t like making those decisions and I don’t like that I know nothing about cars and you can smell it on me a mile away.
(Bees and Car salesman can smell fear)
And I just want someone to help me. My Dad lives in Michigan so he’s doing the best he can from miles and miles away but I just want someone to walk into the dealer with me and go “Nope- it’s a ripoff” or “yes- this is a good deal”. So the idea of going and looking and not really knowing what I want makes me sick. I am in total “I’m scared so I quit” mode and that is a BAD thing. I need to just get it taken care of…sigh.
I’m like this biker only I don’t have a cool helmet..
So…I’m just praying to the fix-it-aller of the Universe and hoping that I can figure this all out. YUCK. So hopefully that’ll help. Also- I found this and I think everyone has in their mind what Jesus looks like to them…this is what my Jesus looks like. (And no- this isn’t a blasphemous joke…I really think this is it)
