Ever since I learned the difference between a ricer and a rally car, I've wanted one. The sound of the subaru engine is in my head. I can hear it. The deep rumble.
I had an sti rally book in Kuwait. I got to read the story behind the rally car. It was really interesting.
Signing the papers for my lancer OZ, my heart was racing. I had never bought a big purchase like that and I wasn't sure if I would be able to handle it. It was meant to be a practice stick car. Basically, a sporty little compact to practice driving a manual transmission until I could get a faster car. I paid off Trogdor in Kuwait. Now, I came across THIS SUBARU (see the link for the autotrader ad). I wish I never had. So, the pros and cons of buying a 2007 subaru sti.
Pros:
-The price. I can't find a 2007 sti for this low of a price with this low mileage.
-Timing. I'm single. I don't have any major things to pay for. I'm not getting married or saving for babies or anything....no family. Gotta have fun while I'm single before it all becomes about my family.
-It's even black. My favorite car color.
-It's fun! and fast....
-I had an ex tell me I couldn't handle such a fast car. You all know how I react when a boy tells me I can't do something.
-Why wait? I can afford it. I should have fun while I can without any regrets. I don't want this chance to pass me by.
Cons:
-It's a total want. I love my current car....and Trogdor is paid for.
-I can have more money for fun toys on the side. (And sure, savings too. haha)
-Possible speeding tickets.
-Large increase in insurance (However, I turn 25 in May, so it will go down...)
-93 octane gas
In the end, I'm going to probably weigh the options over and over again until the car finally sells. haha. Either that, or maybe they will keep reducing the price and I can buy it in a month or two. I know I'll be the responsible one and wait.
Maybe if the Navy pays my school loans this fall when I apply for our program or maybe when I pick up O-3 next summer.
Geez. I don't know.
Thursday, March 26, 2009
I get by with a little help from my friends - The Beatles
My friend from college made a video to try and get Ford to let him test drive the new Fiesta. It looks pretty sweet and he's really wanting to drive it early. They had to make a video for the contest and he's trying to get a lot of people to watch. I'm all about helping my friends, so if you wouldn't mind helping me help him....watch the short video. :)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YTCrSMyd5CI
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YTCrSMyd5CI
Monday, March 23, 2009
Far away, to an infinite world I escape. I'm clear and calm, I'm unafraid. Sunless days, in my sheltered milkyway. In Saturn's rings I feel no pain. -
All of a sudden, you wake up gasping for air, heart pounding, head hurting. You can't breathe.
If you've ever dealt with that, you know what a panic attack is like. I used to have them in high school and a few difficult times in college. It's been a long time since I felt that fear.
Returning from Kuwait was more overwhelming than I thought it would have been. I had been living in a secure little bubble. A compound with gates and security and friends next to me at all times. I didn't have bills, crime, traffic. I worked and enjoyed Kuwaiti sunsets. Sure, it was a hard adjustment to get out there, but once I was settled in I didn't want to come back. I think I enjoyed hiding from the real world as if it didn't exist.
Sure, I missed my friends and my car and going out into DC. For all those reasons, I'm glad to be home, but I'm starting to feel myself losing the battle over stress. I'm not having panic attacks, but I can feel my heart racing and my blood pressure has been high lately. I keep telling myself to stop and breathe. I do all my exercises to calm myself down. Most of the time I know whatever it is that is stressing me out is really no big deal.
I've been praying a lot about this lately. I've been diving into God's word and seeking His guidance. Why do I feel so panicky sometimes. I'm losing sleep. I don't know. I'm thinking about going to see one of the Chaplains at the hospital. Maybe I just need to let it out. Maybe something is bothering me that I am ignoring.
I want Florida. I want the beach and a smoothie and some good 'ole country music. I need to get back south where I feel more at home. All the fast paced life of DC is fun and I enjoy this city tremendously, but I'm ready to get back where I came from. Where people smile and talk slowly and look out for each other.
In April, I will have 6 full months and then I will PCS to Jacksonville.
Good news is, I have my surgery on April 2nd and my mom is coming up for the first part and then I'm flying to Texas for the second part of my convalescent leave. I'll be in Arlington April 15-22nd resting up and having my momma take care of me.
I am so excited about the surgery. I think I will feel much better when I can begin running. I think it's going to be one of the best ways to control my stress.
Even though I wasn't on the frontlines and I was no where near combat, I can see what your body goes through when you return....and it was only 6 months. I wish I had known what it was like a few years ago when I couldn't understand someone who was just returning. Now, I can't even tell him I understand. I guess I did my damage. I'm going to live the rest of my life knowing that I made someone I loved hate me and never want to speak to me again.
Maybe that's the source of my stress.
If you've ever dealt with that, you know what a panic attack is like. I used to have them in high school and a few difficult times in college. It's been a long time since I felt that fear.
Returning from Kuwait was more overwhelming than I thought it would have been. I had been living in a secure little bubble. A compound with gates and security and friends next to me at all times. I didn't have bills, crime, traffic. I worked and enjoyed Kuwaiti sunsets. Sure, it was a hard adjustment to get out there, but once I was settled in I didn't want to come back. I think I enjoyed hiding from the real world as if it didn't exist.
Sure, I missed my friends and my car and going out into DC. For all those reasons, I'm glad to be home, but I'm starting to feel myself losing the battle over stress. I'm not having panic attacks, but I can feel my heart racing and my blood pressure has been high lately. I keep telling myself to stop and breathe. I do all my exercises to calm myself down. Most of the time I know whatever it is that is stressing me out is really no big deal.
I've been praying a lot about this lately. I've been diving into God's word and seeking His guidance. Why do I feel so panicky sometimes. I'm losing sleep. I don't know. I'm thinking about going to see one of the Chaplains at the hospital. Maybe I just need to let it out. Maybe something is bothering me that I am ignoring.
I want Florida. I want the beach and a smoothie and some good 'ole country music. I need to get back south where I feel more at home. All the fast paced life of DC is fun and I enjoy this city tremendously, but I'm ready to get back where I came from. Where people smile and talk slowly and look out for each other.
In April, I will have 6 full months and then I will PCS to Jacksonville.
Good news is, I have my surgery on April 2nd and my mom is coming up for the first part and then I'm flying to Texas for the second part of my convalescent leave. I'll be in Arlington April 15-22nd resting up and having my momma take care of me.
I am so excited about the surgery. I think I will feel much better when I can begin running. I think it's going to be one of the best ways to control my stress.
Even though I wasn't on the frontlines and I was no where near combat, I can see what your body goes through when you return....and it was only 6 months. I wish I had known what it was like a few years ago when I couldn't understand someone who was just returning. Now, I can't even tell him I understand. I guess I did my damage. I'm going to live the rest of my life knowing that I made someone I loved hate me and never want to speak to me again.
Maybe that's the source of my stress.
Sunday, March 22, 2009
Chinatown round 2 this weekend
Saturday, March 21, 2009
Mobile blogging
Today I went to chinatown with a long time friend from high school. Then, tonight I saw this really cool band in clarendon with some peeps. That' what the pic is from of brit and I. Good times. Everyone have a great weekend!
Monday, March 16, 2009
Deep within your soul you're losing it. You never took the time assume that you're to blame. - Tantric, Breakdown
It's been a few weeks and I had my routine breakdown. I just get home and start thinking of all the things I need to do and plan out my calendar and get overwhelmed.
Tues: before work, go mail Lyndsy's package at the post office. Then, work til 5. Hair appt at 6:15. Small group at 7:30. Sleep.
Wed: Just work (Thank goodness), but during my day at work I need to
-schedule my PDHA (since the girl is never in the office when I walk over there!)
-call this company online and figure out where my GPS is that I ordered (their callers are only available during the hrs I'm at work. nice, huh?)
-Finish my leave paperwork (since it wasn't "routed up the chain" correctly, I'm now having to wait while it sits on my dept head's desk)...oh, and just this one sheet of paper requires a TON of leg work around the hospital.
Thurs: Early meeting at 0700 with the Deputy of something or other.....I have no idea who chose me for this or why, but I guess it's a good thing. Another new experience and more face time. Then, work 9-5.
Friday: Work 9-5 (also coordinate the visit of my lady friend from the cystic fibrosis office to come and recruit walkers for my team at 10 and 2.) Friday night, SEE TANYA! I never see any of my friends anymore. :(
Saturday: Museum and lunch possibly, then meeting up with a friend from out of town that I haven't seen in almost a year and then going to a concert in Alexandria.
Sunday: church, clean apartment, do laundry, church
DO it all over again.
Nothing is easy. As I was speed walking all over the freakin hospital trying to get my leave chit signed, I kept thinking about how if I was a civilian nurse, I wouldn't be dealing with this. Then, apparently, I can't leave it in my dept head's mailbox. It has to be in a blue folder. I'm not sure what conctract this blue folder company has with the Navy, but they are doing their job! The blue folder makers will never run out of business with the Navy still intact. I'm not sure what a blue folder does to a leave chit, but whatever.
My first dept head was awesome. He would have us fill out the leave chit and he would do it all! He would get the R status stamp, sign it and get the leave control number! The next one had me run around and do it all myself, but usually was cool with me getting a copy and sliding it under her door. This one wants it in a blue folder and routed "correctly" through my divo.
Then, there is the nurses slide show. Last year and this year I volunteered for it. I always think it will be easier and I will just be able to run around and snap a few photos and have fun throwing it together. Nope. Never that easy. There is always more I want to add or should add and I still have to fit the video to 5-8 min or so. PLUS. I'm going to be on con leave for almost all of April. Not sure when I will get these pictures of everyone. Why do I volunteer for this stuff? It's never a simple little video that I just throw together.....
Also, worrying about what our church young adult group can do for a mission work in the city. I have to help with our international lunch we're having later this month. I just don't have time for this stuff! I love being involved in church and lately have been doing this more and more, but it's starting to add another pile of stress.
Not to forget to mention the cystic fibrosis walk. I'm an IDIOT and not only volunteered to walk in it, but volunteered to run a team! What on earth was I thinking???? I have to plan to have the woman from the CF office come talk to nurses at the hospital to recruit walkers since no one signs up when I send them email links.
So, right now it's all just looming down on me. I'm going to give it Jacksonville. I'm going to give it another duty station away from Bethesda. It's just too big and too overwhelming. I can't keep going at this pace. I'll never lower my blood pressure (which, yes is already a problem and I'm only 24) or find a man. haha.
Tues: before work, go mail Lyndsy's package at the post office. Then, work til 5. Hair appt at 6:15. Small group at 7:30. Sleep.
Wed: Just work (Thank goodness), but during my day at work I need to
-schedule my PDHA (since the girl is never in the office when I walk over there!)
-call this company online and figure out where my GPS is that I ordered (their callers are only available during the hrs I'm at work. nice, huh?)
-Finish my leave paperwork (since it wasn't "routed up the chain" correctly, I'm now having to wait while it sits on my dept head's desk)...oh, and just this one sheet of paper requires a TON of leg work around the hospital.
Thurs: Early meeting at 0700 with the Deputy of something or other.....I have no idea who chose me for this or why, but I guess it's a good thing. Another new experience and more face time. Then, work 9-5.
Friday: Work 9-5 (also coordinate the visit of my lady friend from the cystic fibrosis office to come and recruit walkers for my team at 10 and 2.) Friday night, SEE TANYA! I never see any of my friends anymore. :(
Saturday: Museum and lunch possibly, then meeting up with a friend from out of town that I haven't seen in almost a year and then going to a concert in Alexandria.
Sunday: church, clean apartment, do laundry, church
DO it all over again.
Nothing is easy. As I was speed walking all over the freakin hospital trying to get my leave chit signed, I kept thinking about how if I was a civilian nurse, I wouldn't be dealing with this. Then, apparently, I can't leave it in my dept head's mailbox. It has to be in a blue folder. I'm not sure what conctract this blue folder company has with the Navy, but they are doing their job! The blue folder makers will never run out of business with the Navy still intact. I'm not sure what a blue folder does to a leave chit, but whatever.
My first dept head was awesome. He would have us fill out the leave chit and he would do it all! He would get the R status stamp, sign it and get the leave control number! The next one had me run around and do it all myself, but usually was cool with me getting a copy and sliding it under her door. This one wants it in a blue folder and routed "correctly" through my divo.
Then, there is the nurses slide show. Last year and this year I volunteered for it. I always think it will be easier and I will just be able to run around and snap a few photos and have fun throwing it together. Nope. Never that easy. There is always more I want to add or should add and I still have to fit the video to 5-8 min or so. PLUS. I'm going to be on con leave for almost all of April. Not sure when I will get these pictures of everyone. Why do I volunteer for this stuff? It's never a simple little video that I just throw together.....
Also, worrying about what our church young adult group can do for a mission work in the city. I have to help with our international lunch we're having later this month. I just don't have time for this stuff! I love being involved in church and lately have been doing this more and more, but it's starting to add another pile of stress.
Not to forget to mention the cystic fibrosis walk. I'm an IDIOT and not only volunteered to walk in it, but volunteered to run a team! What on earth was I thinking???? I have to plan to have the woman from the CF office come talk to nurses at the hospital to recruit walkers since no one signs up when I send them email links.
So, right now it's all just looming down on me. I'm going to give it Jacksonville. I'm going to give it another duty station away from Bethesda. It's just too big and too overwhelming. I can't keep going at this pace. I'll never lower my blood pressure (which, yes is already a problem and I'm only 24) or find a man. haha.
Sunday, March 15, 2009
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