It's no Pulsar but I have a car again!

Yesterday I went car shopping and took my mother with me. I can't be trusted by to go by myself because I have no patience for haggling (or heckling according to drunk me. I meant haggling!).

I went to take a look at 2003 Honda Civic but I wasn't too impressed with it. It was pretty bare bones and it just didn't feel like the right car for me.

I ended up getting a 2005 Nissan Altima. I wasn't planning on getting a Nissan but I really like it. The mileage is higher than I wanted but the car seems like it's in good shape. I haven't had a Nissan since my first car, which was a 1986 Nissan Pulsar.

Just to show you how cool my ride was in high school.

Mine was light blue though and the headlights were stuck in the up position.

So we're back together again Nissan. My Pulsar treated me pretty well so let's hope the Altima does the same. I pick up my new (used) car next Saturday.

Now that I'll have all the fun expenses of owning a car again I better tighten my purse a little. I guess that means cutting back on all the 90s music I've been buying on itunes.

Granny carts and stress and what the "eff"

So I ordered a granny cart to help me lug my cat litter from the store.

That sentence would be pretty sad if I was single. Ah who am I kidding it's still lame.

Well the granny cart came in today and it is HUGE. I do not need this massive carriage to cart my kitty litter and groceries. I ordered it off of amazon and apparently did not pay attention to the size.

If anyone needs me to cart a dead body, give me a call. I have the perfect cart that we can use.

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Car shopping = STRESS.

I should be excited about having a car again but the process just stresses me out. I just want a car without all the hassle of searching and haggling. I haven't even gone and looked at a car and I'm annoyed.

Since we're on the topic would you recommend that I bring the car to a mechanic of my choosing even if I'm buying from a dealer (a used car that is)?  My mother says I should, this seems smart but like a lot more work trying to coordinate that.

Thoughts? HELP ME.

Too many caps in this post. I really need a vacation but even thinking about going on a vacation is stressful because then I'd have to catch up with everything at work and I feel like that will never happen.

I think I need to inhale some lavender and calm the eff down. Or maybe wheel me away in my giant granny cart the magical land of calm.

p.s. Derek thinks it's weird that sometimes I say "eff" like I'm censoring myself. I don't know why I do that, it's like I'm afraid a child will over hear me.