No, no, no.... not me. I'm not "knocked up". (How did we come to start using that phrase to mean pregnant and what does it really mean? I tried "googling" it, but there were a bunch of different answers but nothing that really explained how the word "knock" can relate to being pregnant.)
I saw the movie "Knocked Up" today, starring K. Heigl from Gray's Anatomy and Seth Rogen from all of those other comedies by the guy who did The 40 Year Old Virgin. It was funny in places and I actually teared up a little at the end when the baby was born, but I couldn't shake the "What's she doing with him?" thought during the entire movie.
For those who don't know about the movie - plot is this: young, beautiful, successful woman has a drunken one night stand with an unemployed 20something dopehead and then gets pregnant. THEN, she calls him and actually tries to have a relationship with him. That's when I started to get annoyed. She was in a position to raise the child by herself and the guy wasn't exactly stellar father material. In fact, I'm surprised his sperm weren't pickled by all of the drugs he was doing. Maybe sitting around in his underwear all the time helped.
As I watched the movie, I kept thinking, "What would I do?" First off, I'm not entirely sure I'd have the baby (please -- no pro-life versus pro-choice debate) but if I did... and I was in a position to provide for the child emotionally and financially ... and the father was a complete loser, I'm pretty sure I wouldn't tell him. What would be the point? Maybe I'd go out with him a couple of times before I started showing to see if he was worthy, but other than that, I'd probably just go on with my life. Keep his name and digits in a safe place in case there was an emergency and I HAD to contact him (like to see if he was an organ or tissue match for some rare illness or something.)
But, that's just me.
So-- in my last blog, I said I had a date with a man who is good with his hands. I got a PM asking me if I was getting a massage. I WISH.
No pedicure. No chiropractor. No carpenter.
The man in question was a mechanic.
A few weeks ago, I started to notice this squealy sound coming from my rear passenger side tire. I didn't really think much of it and if I had the radio up loud enough, I didn't hear it. But, then on Monday, it started to do this scratchy grinding thing with some thumping/bumping tossed in.I emailed the dealership where I got the car and asked if they'd look at my car and tell me what was wrong with it ... and oh, how much will it cost? The guy writes back that they could run a diagnostic, do an alignment and something else and it would cost somewhere around $200.00. Maybe more. He "suggested" that since I have 52K miles on the car and haven't had it serviced (other than for oil changes and air filter changes) since I drove it off of the lot (already used and with several thousand miles on the car) maybe I should just get a 30,000 mile maintenance that would check the car bumper to bumper - flush and replace fluids - replace wipers - change the oil - replace the filters - check the battery - align the tires - check the brakes- check the lights, belt and "plugs" or whatever else needs checked for $400.00. I said OK and dropped the car off at 8 this morning, and then my friend Melanie picked me up at the lot and we had breakfast and saw an early matinee of KNOCKED UP.
During the movie, my cell vibrated. I just figured it was them calling to tell me my car was ready. Then, it vibrated 2 more times. As much as I enjoyed the vibrations, I decided something must be wrong and went to the lobby to check messages. Sure enough -- my brakes were shot. He said I had less than 2,000 mile usage on 3 pads and less than that on 1 pad - the one that was grinding. So, I sucked it up and told him to go ahead and replace the 2 most worn out ones and then I'd come back within the next 1,000 miles to get the other 2 done. I tried to haggle a deal of some sort -- like a free car detailing or something, but no go. I am now thinking about going to automotives school. They had my car for 6 hours and walked away with $750.00 of my money. Ouch, right?
The good news is that I now feel safer driving my car and am very glad I did this before I did something stupid like go for a 600 mile drive and have my brake blow while I'm driving and end up having way more than $750.00 in damages.
Now, I'm going to go play with my budget and see what that little side trip did to my relocation plans. Days like today, I really missed having credit cards.
A shout out to our friend Kimba who celebrates a birthday on Monday. Hopefully, she's not reading this and enjoying a much needed day of rest and squishy sand between her toes at the beach.
But in case she is --
