Well first there was the accident. My poor Sentra never saw it coming. Two blocks away from home, I got rear ended something fierce by a kid who was distracted. My favorite part of the whole ordeal was that it came the day after I was complaining about how much I hate car stuff. I hate buying cars. I hate car trouble. I hate thinking about possible car situations. It all just really stresses me out. I really hoped that I could live my life without ever having to worry about buying another car ever. That hope did not survive for long.
Less than a week after the accident was Relay for Life. Which, thanks to all you wonderful people, I was able to raise nearly $400 for. Thank you! Relay was great. I spent some quality time with my nephew P. Dub discussing important life matters like the Avengers and Journey. Some quality time I should have been have been having, however, was with some SPF 45 and my exposed skin. The sun was out in full force and I got burnt. So much so that my nose melted off my face. Straight up.
|This is what happens when you make P. Dub angry.|
So there I was. No nose. No Sentra. Just a rental car and a broken heart.
As shallow as it may seem, I will admit that my prayer for two solid weeks was that the Lord would help me find a new car and allow my nose skin to grow back. Per usual, God is faithful and both issues have been resolved.
After a few awful car shopping experiences I met a very nice man named Francisco who helped me get the car I wanted for the price I could afford. Also, free of charge, he told me about a place to get a decent torta. He also told my mom that I would make a great wife some day after I had written him a check for the down payment. That means he meant it, right?
And, as you can see, my nose came back. Better, stronger, and possibly cancer-riddled. New nose, I promise to take care of you, and love you, and moisturize you every day and never ever let anyone hurt your or burn you ever again.*
|Somebody has a very serious case of old lady forehead.|
Then Mother's day rolled around. I was too busy shopping for a car and teaching a salesman named Paul how to pronounce my super exotic first name to spend time with my mom. Sorry about that. Hopefully this can make up for it a bit.
|My favorite picture of me and my mom.|
Mom, I love you. I hope you know I love you. And I hope you know how much I appreciate all the important things you've taught me. Like how animal print is not my friend but a decent eyeliner is. How life's frustrations will make you laugh or cry. Its usually best to laugh. And I'm glad we can laugh a lot. Cause laughing's my favorite. And you made me that way. And I'm sorry that sometimes you think I don't need you. That's not true at all. You just did a really good job of raising me so I'm able to do a lot of things on my own. It should make you proud. But I've only got one Mom in this world. Well...only one real mom...and even if I may not "need" you the way you'd like, I definitely want you around. Because there's no one else like you, Dawn Beber.
Okay back to me.
I've stopped drinking diet soda and I am not a fan of this bullcrap. I'm going to have to take up smoking or something because I am a girl who needs a vice. Soda's the biggest issue but I'm also trying to limit what kind of crap I drink in general. With time, I'm hoping to ween out not-so-bad but not-so-great things like Crystal Light and other drinks with artificial sweetners. Ugh. I'm just saying that in a world where beverage options are infinite....whatever your heart may dream up is probably real somewhere....it's kind of a bummer to commit to a lifetime of water and unsweetened tea. Lord, help me.
Here's to looking forward to June.
Crap. That reminds me I need to find a wedding date. My anxiety level just went up a little bit. Wish me luck.