Una Chica

Chris is a dream. I love him so much. He's kind, loving and funny. He's smart, thrifty and helpful. He can be judgemental, harsh and opinionated. And you'll know when any of these things happens. I love him. He's my guy.
He bought me my dream car for Christmas last year. I got a box. A car, that is. It's my box. I love my scion xb! love love love it! I saw one for the first time last summer and it then became known as my dream car to everyone I love. And Chris made my dream come true. It was sitting in my garage on Christmas day. Although I didn't get it until the day after Christmas (a long story - another post), it is the best Christmas present I've ever gotten. I love my guy.
Well, Chris has been looking around for a Chevy HHR. He test drove one today and really likes it. He is thinking about trading in the mini-van and his bike for it. Budget-wise, it is definitely doable. The car is cheaper than the van alone and with the bike note gone as well, that would be awesome. A little extra money in our pockets!
But... what did I do? I got upset with him about it. He gets me my dream car and I get upset with him for wanting a new car. Go figure. I have my reasons for getting upset, of course. But still... I am so upset with myself now. I'm a selfish person. I don't like that about myself.

My reasons?
He got my car in silver so it can be custom painted any color I want. And we've been looking at rims for the last six months. Getting on top of it, or so you would think. A year later, it is still not painted and it has no new rims. Don't get me wrong. I know these things take time. But ya see, the thing is this. He got his bike 2 years ago and it had a custom paint job withing a few months (5 I think), with matching paint job for the helmet. It was even said he was going to get mine and the boys' helmets done within a couple more months. They're still not done. Now he is wanting this car and he is soooo excited because they even have it in the color he wants!
So it seems to me, that what Chris wants, Chris gets. No skipped steps. No missing parts. No time limits. Bada Bing Bada Bang.
What Jess wants, Jess gets. But within limits, of course. money, time, you name it. There are limits.
Or so it seems.

I do want him to get what he wants. I want him to have this cute new car he wants.
But.
I dunno. You tell me.

I am sorry for being selfish. I'll have to apologise in a little while (once I have sternly talked myself out of being upset)

Here are some pics of the car in the color he wants.
*I stole em from the Chevy HHR Photo Gallery







You can see larger images in the gallery

I have so many confessions to make that I must confess I cannot go to bed without confessing. I would like to share (read release) my burden here. Right now. I fear I may not be able to sleep if I do not attempt this exercise. These confessions relate to one another.

In no particular order:

1. I've been impulse buying again. This is shameful to admit. But there it is. I was going to go to bed when I realized I had forgotten to pick up milk for the boys' breakfast this morning. So off I went with my handy dandy debit card. To the grocer nearest me (not so near but the only one open at this early hour, at any rate). I get there and realize we're out of soda. We need butter. And don't forget eggs. Oh heck, here's what I bought.

milk, 3 containers of Sunny D., eggs, butter (stick and bowl), soda, bacon, sausage (links and patties), 2 boxes of Little Debbie snacks for after school, grape tomatoes, 1 six pack of frappuccino (mocha), 1 6 pack of flavored water for baseball games this week, a new garlic spread I just have to try, 1 stick of string cheese for Yours Truly, the makings for tacos tonight (corn tortillas, hamburger, taco seasoning, 3 tomatoes, 1 2lb pkg. of cheese (mexican mix) and sour cream), and 391,590,482 2-liter bottles of soda

This is bad. very bad. I got home and as I was putting the groceries away in the fridge, what did I find? 4 of those supermarket bags for fruits and vegetables. 1 was on the top shelf and contained 3 recently purchased tomatoes (2 days ago as a matter of fact) and the other 3 bags were in the vegetable drawer. All 3 of those bags had 4 tomatoes in each. I know I love tomatoes, but with this many I could open my own local mom and pops grocery store. If h. knew he was working so hard to make money to buy tomatoes that could supply half the state of California, he'd quit his job. Yes he would. He hates tomatoes!
I also found in the other vegetable drawer 5 8oz bags of cheese. 2 cheddar, 2 mexican mix and 1 mozzarella. Oh bugger it all. I had to control the urge to take my coveted goods to the nearest street corner and hawk them. If anyone is going shopping and tomatoes and/or cheese are on your list and you live in or around this area, please feel free to stop by. Our hours are 24/7. Customer service is a high priority. We aim to please. :D

2. I enjoy shopping in the middle of the night. It is peaceful and relaxing. I can leave my kids home knowing they're okay. Dad is nearby if they need anything. I am relieved of any whining, fighting, begging and running off. I am also relieved of the urge to try to secretly swap my beloved children with some clueless mommy whose children are absolute darling little angels when out in public places (I have dreamed about this. It is a fantasy I try not to indulge often).
The only drawback to shopping in the middle of the night sans children is no slave labor. No team work. Yours Truly gets stuck doing all the dirty work. Carrying it all in the house. Cleaning the fridge out. Putting the groceries away. etc etc etc. I thrive on slave labor (actually even though it is a must that they help carry in the groceries, I truly do appreciate their hard work with their he-man muscles).

3. I have come to the realization that while it is mentally rewarding to shop in the middle of the night sans children, it is not so very rewarding in regards to my pocketbook. I have also found that I absolutely hate carrying all of those bags into the house by myself. It sucks.