Hello world! I bet you thought I died or was abducted by some cult that forced me to not blog and eat only sour patch kids while tied to a sofa. You didn’t think that? Oh..and here I thought everyone’s brain functioned on the same level of insanity to which I have become accustomed. Well, I haven’t blogged in a few months and that is because I have been going through a bit of malarkey lately. When I say “a bit of malarkey” I mean a fucking shitload of stupid and annoying circumstances have been screwing with my life and making me sad/angry/depressed/homocidle. As you already know from my last post, my Kia Rio kicked the bucket in December of 2011 and I was stuck with no car for a few weeks until Noah offered to help me get a new one. Not even my own parents had offered or even thought to help me out like that, but Noah did. I was blown away by it so of course I agreed and about two weeks later I had found the car I wanted. After some research I decided to get a 2012 Kia Soul. I have owned a kia in the past and for the most part it was a great vehicle so I wanted to get the same make as before. Also Kia Souls are adorable lol January 4th was the day Noah and I went to the Kia dealership to get my car and I was so freakin excited I could barely see straight. It was such a nice feeling getting into a brand new car that was all for me 🙂 It was leased under his name but the car was for me to drive so I took it home that night and gushed to my friends about my amazing boss Noah and my beautiful new car. The next morning I got up and to my surprise I had a wicked kink in my neck. It felt like whiplash and hurt so bad that I had to have my boyfriend help me out of bed. I couldn’t even turn my neck. I know I hadn’t slept wrong because a mere hour before my alarm went off I woke up for a brief moment to check the time and my neck was just fine. How it managed to kink up in under an hour was beyond me. I worked the kink out and shook it off as nothing then went to grab my coat. As I was shaking my coat (cat fur on it) the buckle came up and blasted me on my cuticle leaving a lovely little blood blister behind. This was all weird to me because I never get hurt. I don’t stub my toe on things, or fall down, or even get paper cuts..ever..so the fact that this morning started off with pain made me wary. I always listen to my instincts and my “gut” so I took these as signs that I should just stay home but it was the day after my boss bought me a car so the last thing I was gonna do was call in sick so I sucked it up, got into my pretty new car, and headed off to work. About 3 miles away from my office I was passing by a motel 6. The same motel 6 that I pass every other day but today was different. Today was the day that two car jackers hopped up on methamphetamine decided to drive full speed out of the motel 6 parking lot entrance and directly into my new car. They knocked my car over two lanes into oncoming traffic but luckily nobody was in the other lanes at the time. The airbags went off leaving lovely little bruises on my forearm and a cloud of smoke emerged from the dashboard. I got my shit together, calmed myself down, then got out of the car.
I was kind of in shock so I couldn’t stand up straight at the time, I could only hunch over. I bet it was actually a pretty funny sight to see me hunching over and walking across the street like a 90 year old lady to talk to the idiots that hit me. If only I had that on camera. I got over to the couple (a man and woman) and the first words out of my mouth were “Did you not see me?!” To which the methed out man replied “There was a bush!” He then pointed at the bush in question which shot up about 2 feet off the ground. My car is 5-6 feet off the ground so how it was that this tiny bush prevented him from seeing me is beyond my realm of comprehension but then I don’t smoke meth so… I guess we are just on different levels of rationale. I called the cops and as I was doing so the two methies were huddled together having a conversation. The only words I kept hearing were “I’ve got warrants” so they were clearly outstanding citizens. As we were waiting for the cops to arrive the methies told me they were staying at the Motel 6 and that they were going to their room to grab some information. I never saw them again. The cops arrived and I very shakily told them what had happened. They took my statement and searched the other car to find the information of the other drivers. The name of the car was a Michele Smith. The driver told me his name was Brian and I didn’t even ask the name of his druggie woman because I was such a mess from the wreck that I couldn’t even think straight. After the tow truck driver took my car away my boyfriend showed up and took me home to deal with the mess of insurance that was about to begin. I had all the information on the other car since the cops let me see the insurance card for the other vehicle so I called her insurance provider and gave my claim. Here comes the worst part of the story: Claim was denied. Michele Smith wasn’t in the car because it was stolen from her which is also what the metro detective that called me said. Since my car was leased under Noah’s name and not mine I was shit out of luck. We had gotten the car 10 hours before the accident so I hadn’t put it on my insurance yet. No insurance. The car would have to be fixed out of my own pocket. The car was taken to the impound yard and in order to get it back it cost me $600 on top of having to pay a notary to sign me over power of attorney on the vehicle since only the owner can get it out of impound and again…Noah’s name is on the car, not mine. After the mess with the impound I then had to have my car towed (again) to a mechanic. I told him I could only afford to make the car drivable and that the cosmetic damage would have to be fixed later on. Two weeks later he finally called back with an estimate: $3,500. Of which I had about $200. It’s funny, I got a Kia thinking it would be cheap only to have the mechanic tell me that my parts cost as much as a Mercedes does to replace. Neat. I asked another boss of mine Mordi to loan me the money and he did so without a second thought. He just said “yeah no problem”. Granted…he is rich so money is not an issue to him but I was shocked again to find that someone not related to me was so willing to help me when I needed it most. I got the money and told the grease monkey to get started on fixing my car which took him one month and three days. It was now February 26th and I finally had my car back. The next day I noticed that the airbag light was flashing, which means they did not fix my car properly and it had to be taken back to the mechanic. At this point I lost my shit. I was doing so well at holding myself together and keeping my chin up for the past 2 months but I just couldn’t take anymore. After all that had happened my car still wasn’t fixed, even though I had paid over 3 grand for it. I had a meltdown. I cried like a baby and cursed a God I don’t believe in for “picking on me”. I felt like the world was against me and that I couldn’t win so I slipped into a bit of a depression. There is more to it than just the car, but this blog is long enough already so I will just say that 2012 has not been kind to Vuko in many ways. I couldn’t even take the car back yet because the car wasn’t registered. I had been waiting to get the car back to do so but now I couldn’t even take it back to the mechanic because it took them so long to “fix” it that the paper plates had expired. The last thing I wanted was for the car to end up back in the impound so I didn’t drive it. Today I finally registered the car ( I finally could afford it) and now I can drive it again! I still have to take it back to the mechanic/pig fucker to fix the airbag light since he did it wrong the first fucking time but I am just stoked to be able to legally drive the dam thing again. For the past 2 weeks or so I have been driving my sister-in-laws busted looking Saturn.
I know I should just be grateful to have had the car at all since so many people take the bus but going from the brand new 2012 to the old busted 2001 car killed me. Now I have my car back and can focus on moving into my new place on the 12th of March! I am so excited to be getting a nicer place since I hate the area of town I live in right now. I am still stressed out though since I have to pay all the moving expenses of this new place on top of the fact that I owe Mordi 3 grand…on top of my credit card debt and the stupid amount of money I still owe to Verizon. *sigh* mountains of debt and I still have to fix the cars cosmetic damage but at least now I have found my smile again and don’t feel like jumping off a bridge like I did a few weeks ago. I feel like I am finally getting my life back together after the accident destroyed everything. It was crazy, I went from being the happiest I had ever been getting my new car to the most destroyed I have ever felt after the crash and all within 24 hours. Oh to be an adult. So much crap we have to experience. But hey, I got some serious life lessons all handed out in one incident and I feel as though I more capable of being able to handle situations like that should I ever encounter them again. You live, you learn. Also NEVER drive a car you are not insured on. I know you are thinking “Hey what are the odds of something happening?” but trust me fool…the odds are very good and you never know when life is going to bitch-slap you with a wake up call out of nowhere. And that has pretty much been my life for the past 2 and a half months. New car, accident, malarkey, now moving into a brand new place. I know some of you will read this and think “Oh this bitch and her first-world problems, waaah my car, waaah my debt” and I agree. These are silly problems when compared to the starvation and death of thousands of other people but these problems are mine and I feel strongly about them. I was always conflicted when I would start to cry and tell myself “How can you be sad about a hunk of metal and paper money when you have a roof over your head and food in your fridge?” but the tears still came. There was always a battle raging in my mind about whether I had to right to be depressed when I had so many other things to be thankful for but it is hard to keep that all in mind when one thing after another just keeps knocking you down no matter how hard you are trying to stand tall. I kept getting up though and here I am smiling again 🙂 Shit happens people, it happens all the time and often when you least expect it but hopefully you have the kind of support that I had from my friends, boss, and my future husband George. If it wasn’t for any of them I would be completely lost.
So now I finally have my car back and all is well with that 🙂 On Top of everything else going on we are moving into a new place on March 12th! No more ghetto little neighborhood, we are moving on up to the good part of town or as us locals know it, Summerlin. I have some photos from the website of the place I am moving into and I will have better ones once me and Jessica go Martha Stewart on that bitch and decorate it up with all of our nerd decor.
One of my favorite things about the new place is that it has stairs 😀 Not only will that provide me with a fun mini workout each day but I am very much looking forward to using my slinky on those bitches. So the year started off pretty shitty but it seems as though everything is beginning to turn around for the best. New place, new car (that I can finally drive again lol). What else is there…oh! My older and only brother Jeff is engaged. Again. He has been engaged about two times before this and it sucks that I can’t just be happy for him but he jumps so fast into relationships and rushes them so it worries me that he is trying to get married without thinking it through. Marriage is a BIG deal to me. Yes, divorce is an option if it doesn’t work out but the idea behind getting married isn’t “let’s hope it works out and if not oh well” it should be “This is the human I cannot live without and must have them in my life forever to be truly happy”. I just think that he is at an age that he always thought he would be married by now, with kids already and since he doesn’t have it he is trying to grab onto it with whoever he is dating at the time. The last girl he got engaged to, thinking she was ‘the one’ was a horrible little hobbit woman named Jet with a shitty personality and when they broke up she tried to take his dog whom he loves more than he loves me lol. That was the girl he was so sure of then so I have trouble trusting his judgement now. He hasn’t even told our parents that he is getting married yet because he doesn’t want to hear the speech they will inevitably give him about how he is moving too fast and should slow down. He has only known this girl for little over a year now. That is not sufficient time to really KNOW a person and their mannerisms and how they react in certain situations enough to want to spend the rest of your days with them. I just worry about him. I want him to be as happy as my parents are and as happy as I am with my man. I told him I wouldn’t rat him out to the parents and leave that up to him to tell them and it is soo hard to not tell them. I am horrible at keeping secrets lol They eat away at my brain until I share them with someone the same way my money burns tiny holes in my pockets forcing me to spend it all.
I think that is pretty much it. Things at work are crazy busy so I have lots to do between the move, work, and life in general. I usually like to blog about my life once every month and I always feel like a slacker when I miss a month so I will try to keep up with them now for the 3 or 4 of you that actually have interest in my weird little ass. I will blog again after we are all moved into the new place and things have settled down. Have a great Monday and thanks for taking the time out to read this post of mine 🙂