Not-so-rational Ashlee

I think most people experience a small amount of nervousness when buying a new car. I am out of sorts. And I don't know what to do about it. It has spread to other areas. I'm taking a weekend roadtrip with a friend. I'm nervous. I haven't talked to the boy in four days. I'm nervous. I'm interviewing a dishonest associate tomorrow. I'm nervous. I don't think it's normal. Who am I kidding, I've never been normal. But I've never been a nervous type either.

The oddest part, in my most humble opinion, is that I have this part of my brain that is completely rational. It understands each of these things that are making me nervous and is trying to tell me that things are actually ok and quite under control. And the crazy part of my brain keeps yelling indignantly back. And then I think I have a mental illness and become nervous.

Sheesh. I wonder if this subsides immediately, or if I have to suffer the first few months of payments?

I was positively fascinated.

Listen to this if you have time.

Bwahahahahahaha!

Thug Matrimony!

Urban Erotica?!

My car

T-four days.

I'm scared.

It's actually happening.

Anyone have final words for Buttercup?

Hm...

I have two.

1. So the other day, I'm in the express lane at the grocery store. The man in front of me is cradling his items instead of placing them on the conveyor belt. As his turn draws near, he makes a production of putting down the dividers to create a partition both with the lady in front of him and with me (I haven't put anything down yet). Then he puts down the jug of frontega wine and the duraflame log. Nice. I bet he went home, donned a leopard print bikini and sprawled out on his faux bear skin rug in anticipation of his lady returning home from her long day at the office. Next time, be proud!


2. This morning, I met a friend for brunch. I was wearing this fabulous t-shirt. There were two men on the other side of the joint that I noticed noticing the shirt. Just as we were being paged for our table, one of the men asked me if I would tell him where I obtained the shirt because his girlfriend needed it. I obliged him, then he told me his friend wanted to trade his grey t-shirt for my fabulous shirt. Um, not a fair trade. My question is, WTF? Why ask me about my shirt for your girlfriend? Why would your friend not have the balls to talk to me himself? Did you know that I had not yet had enough coffee?

Jeesh!

Spelling, etc.

Nine times out of ten, I am a phenomenal(and yes I just edited this cuz I spelled it wrong. Go me) speller. Words like maroon give me trouble. I want to double the wrong letters. But many other "difficult" words are fairly simple to deduce. I would, however, like to apologize for the word that I am not sure I will spell correctly in the next little story. Not a story. More like life event? No, not that big. Meh. Whatever.

As many of you know, I am considered a "high potential lp supervisor". Besides jumping really high when asked, I'm not always certain what this means for me. Today, I helped at an inventory at another store. While we were most definitely over-staffed from the LP side of things, I caught my DLPM and started asking questions.

Note: I am a master fenagler.

So, I ask him what running an inventory from a DLPM perspective entails. And he wanted me to clarify. So I told him that I understood his role in a prep sense, but I wasn't sure I knew everything he did on the actual day of inventory. So we talked. And talked. And I said, "So, why couldn't someone like me run one?" There was a pause. So I added, "You know, like there's June or even September if you'd rather I wreck my own store on my first attempt." And he said, "You can take a June store." Then up walks another DLPM. And my DLPM says, "Ashlee is gonna run the Sussex inventory this June."

I am proud of myself. I think I can do it. I think it will make me all the more promotable. And I don't think there is another LPS in the company that will have this experience prior to being an LPM.

I'm also scared as hell. Not my store. Not my review. But my inventory? Ack!




And for all those keeping track of the girl with ADD when dating - the well-muscled man is still around:)

Oh, please!

Trump's thoughts on the presidential race. Warning: it's a long video.

"I know everyone and respect them. Anyone can do a good job. I could do a better job. I'm not going to run."

To continue whining...

I joined an online book club. I figured it would be good for me to read a book and discuss it, since I'm always reading and craving a post-discussion. I'm about 50 pages from the end of The Tortilla Curtain. I hop onto the message board to see if maybe I can chat about how Delaney didn't realize how incredibly prejudiced he was until it was inconvenient to be open minded. Every discussion on this board is horribly targeted to "Those dirty Mexicans" and "I hate everyone illegal." Um, so you read a book that makes you cry because people felt that way, and you still feel that way?

I hate ignorance.

No reason

I feel so whiny today. And I don't know why. It's a beautiful day. I have done wonderful things already with my day. There are wonderful things on the docket for the rest of the day. Books to be read. Bible study homework to complete. Friends bearing tiramisu for me. Just flat out enjoying a day off! And I want to whine. Whine, whine whine.

Oops

So, I have this savings thingy. And it was a 6 months dealie. And then this bank bought the bank where the thingy was. And it became a 6 years dealie. And they have my parent's address listed as mine because the thingy was bought for me when I was a minor. So, that was my down payment. And the deal with the 6 years dealie is that I can't withdraw with or without penalty. So, if that thingy is going to be my down payment, I can't buy a car until 2011. So, on the beautiful day, I was talking to mom and mentioned this problem I've stumbled on. A day or so later, mom offered to give me a gift to help with my problem. I'm grateful, of course. And then, today, dad calls. He just spoke with mom and found out about the situation. They talked a bit, and she's gonna send me a check for the amount mom told me. So, I say, "I know." And dad says, "how do you know?" And I say, "cuz she told me yesterday." And dad says, "you talked to my mom yesterday?" And I say, "DOH!" And dad makes the connection. And dad didn't know about mom's thing.

So, do I have a big mouth? Or, is my dad just a master sleuth?

THE MILAN IS WINNING! THE MILAN IS WINNING!

I'd like to thank my mom for telling me to look at it. Brian from Uptown Motors for not replying to my email. Greg from Boucher for not knowing what's about to hit him in negotiating.

It's soon - I can smell it!

Magic Happy Wonder Day!

I hope you enjoyed my beautiful day. Because the prettiness of the day was for me. But I would let you marvel at it too.

Test drive #2 on the Milan and the Jetta tomorrow ish. I might sign & drive, we'll see!

Magic Happy Wonder Day!

I have been eating so healthy lately. And then it went down the tubes. I enjoyed a cheesy bacon angus burger with fries from BK on Friday. Then I had the best grilled cheese ever Friday night. And cheese fries Saturday. And yummy quiche today.

And now I'm so sick.

Wonder why?

honda, mazda, prius, yaris

Milan, scion, sentra, vw

An Ode To Cuddling

I was going to write horrible poetry to let everyone know how much I like having a well-muscled man holding me. But if bad poetry isn't going to get my point across, how about some more direct prose. Followed by a top ten list of his wonderfulness*.

I LIKE BEING ENTANGLED WITH A WELL-MUSCLED MAN.

*Top ten list was vetoed last minute because it could be first date infatuation. Update to follow.

Speaking of scandalous

Going on a another first date tonight. Yep, that's me writing the playa handbook for the rest of ya'll.

Good date

All around good guy from a small town. Goes to church. Raised on a chicken farm. Chicken farm.

He's going to call. I'll wear something scandalous.

So, summary of car show events:
-I LOVE THE MILAN! The people at the Milan booth were so nice and didn't think I was weird and even the guy flirted a little (teeny little, but still).
-The Jetta is also nice. The salesguy was a tool.
-Mazda is out of the question - I wasn't cute enough in it.
-If I could give an award for helpfulness, the Honda girl would get it.
-Toyota sucks arse. I almost gave myself a bloody nose getting into both the Yaris and the Prius. Sadly, the environment is not worth my good looks.
-Oh, the Scion tC! Wow.
-And the Nissan Sentra seems to require a test drive as well. Although the divas scoffed and my requiring a picture of myself in the vehicle.
-And as far out of my price range as can be, I drooled all over the new mustang. But they wouldn't let me get picture taken in it.

Overall, I will be test driving the Milan, the Sentra, the Jetta and the tC.

I don't know how to get the pics off of the roommate's camera, so patience all.

Quick anecdote: I stopped by my bank this morning. While taking care of usual business, I asked about the bank's car loans. The fellow asked what vehicles I was interested in and I replied that I wasn't sure. I further explained that it would all be based on how cute I was in the car. The fellow said "I bet you'll have to buy a fleet of cars after that!" AW. He made me feel good about me:)