Riding in car with boy

For the first time in almost exactly 3 years I heard from my ex-husband. He emailed me to pass along a message from the company from which we jointly leased my car that my lease will be up in May and they need to discuss the return with me.

I called the leasing company to check on all my options, because Dawg and I really love that car like a member of the family. We even call my car a pet name. I took down all the information then discussed it that night with Dawg. I could buy the car if I wanted, but the amount still due plus the finance rate they were offering just wasn’t financially reasonable. I asked him to help me make this decision, because the car I get next will be our car, even if only my name is on the title and loan, and I’m not great with making this particular life decision. He agreed. We are in the early stages of discussing what car we will get next. I know it will meet certain criteria (or, at least, that’s the plan) but beyond that I am excited to see what we jointly choose together. And this time I will buy, not lease.

I am sad that my current car will be going back to the car company, but am slightly relieved that the very last item that was still jointly owned by me and my ex-husband will finally be out of my life. It’s an old, bad habit to worry that I am disappointing that man with any of my decisions, and if we don’t have any financial responsibilities together he can be disappointed all he wants with my life choices but my decisions won’t negatively impact him in any way. That is a big relief.

Please stop using the term “pro tip”, it annoys me.

I can only speak about my trains in NYC: If the conductor honks twice it usually means that the train going through the station isn’t going to stop. Sometimes it’s because it went Express, sometimes it’s because it went Skip Stop, sometimes it’s because it was just told it had to make up some time for an earlier incident so is changing to a different line’s route than what’s on the side of the train. It happens. Just grin and bear it and wait for the next train to show up.

I promise you, another train is coming.

And if another train never stops at the station again, there are way bigger problems in the world to worry about. ;)

If the train does stop at the station, the honk (in retrospect) meant some douchebag was hanging over the platform not listening to the fact that a big, ginormous train was about to turn them into a pancake with strawberry syrup.

revelations in grocery acquisition

Today I went full grocery shopping alone for the first time since I’ve had my new job. In a moment of brilliance during the shopping list creation process I decided to divide the list up by dry goods and cold/wet/perishable goods.

I arrived at the store, used my card to activate one of the self scanners, then walked around the inner portion of the store to shop for only dry goods. I filled up the entire cart with these goods, packing them snugly in their bags as I went. I checked out with $200 worth of groceries, brought them to my car, packed them in their spot, then returned to the store. I used my card to activate another self scanner, then walked around the outer portion of the store and the frozen food aisles to pick up and snugly pack $222 worth of food that does not appreciate being kept out of a refrigerator.

Lots of birds, one stone: I was able to pack my bags the way I wanted, was able to breeze through the 15 items or less line (when you self scan it doesn’t matter how many items you have, because you already totaled your groceries for them), and was able to keep all the perishable stuff together so I knew which bags to give priority when I got home.

Yes, it took me longer to do things this way, but I have anxiety issues when it comes to crowded places, and everyone was Thanksgiving shopping today so this was my way of coping. Because I had a plan I was able to take my time and keep a pleasant, even-tempered attitude while everyone was crowding the aisles around me.

I brought home $422 worth of groceries right as school was letting out, so was able to find a parking spot near my building. I ended up having to make 5 trips up my stairs. After trip 4 I was so exhausted that I ended up inadvertently planking on the bed while Twitter sat on my butt rubbing her head against my leg (it’s her “thing”).

There is still one trip left to make, but I was too exhausted to get the remaining spaghetti sauce jars and the Diet Cherry Dr. Pepper. Hopefully we don’t have a surprise overnight freeze. :)

shopping of the future

Today Dawg and I had an entire day of activities together. One of those activities was picking up groceries at the Super Stop & Shop. Normally Dawg comes in with me and drives the cart and keeps his mouth closed so that I don’t go tirade on his ass (for some reason I start yelling at him at the grocery store, it’s weird) but today we tried the self-scan, self-bag option*. I scanned my membership card at the scanner display and we picked up the scanner that activated to my card. We then took a bunch of empty bags (because I forgot all my reusable bags at home) and then went on our merry way. Dawg, of course, held the scanner. Every time we picked up an item for the cart he scanned it then he would hold the bags open and I would put the items in the bag and set the bag back in the cart. We bought $100 worth of groceries this way, some of it from a list, and some of it because the handheld scanner told us things were on sale — like Land O’Lakes butter and Cabot Seriously Sharp cheddar. Because we had already bagged all the groceries and counted them up with the scanner we were able to use an express grocery line and check out quickly. It was a really cool experience, actually. We now consider going grocery shopping something fun to do together instead of something that makes us both upset. :)

*I would show you a picture of the scanner but I broke my blog so I can’t show photos right now. Visit Super Stop & Shop and you can see an image of it.

Tough old bird

Dear Vermont,

I’m sorry I left you in a time of need.

I left to go to my new home for their time of need, where I honestly thought the need would be much greater.

I feel sad that you were ravaged and are continuing to be ravaged by the flood waters from Irene.

But you will endure.

You always do.

Love always,
Your Poppy

codes

I dispatched on Friday night, as I anticipated that I would. It was fascinating to learn so much more about the vollies organization, why it existed in its original capacity, and how things have changed over the years to bring it to its current raison d’ĂȘtre.

For some reason the dispatch trainer decided to put me on the radio Friday night. My first shift ever. I didn’t kill anyone, except one person in role play with the dispatch trainer, but I was slightly overwhelmed by the end of the shift with how much information I had absorbed versus how much more I was going to need to learn.

I love dispatching. I’m totally terrified of getting it wrong, but I still got to be on the radio my first night there and I did a pretty good job, according to everyone listening. (Apparently my radio voice is “adorable” which is just what you want your dispatcher to be when she’s yelling at you to 10-4 her request to 10-12 your 10-84, right?)

Also, they make you FOOD at the corps, and not-Ku makes a MEAN shepherd’s pie. I even ate the peas and carrots!

I guess this blog will be about family, friends, food, the subway, and vollies now. :)

time to shop for pants.

Last night I was accepted as a probationary member to the same vollies organization that Dawg, The Steff, Donkey, The Terrorist, X, MusicPub, Kash, and so many more people I consider family are or were a member of.

I start my dispatcher training next Friday, and I cannot WAIT!

Time to go shopping for new pants. :)

Long time coming

I’m finally going home tomorrow to bury my paternal grandmother on Saturday. She passed away 2 months to the day before her 90th birthday (July 3rd, a popular day for birthdays).

She had lung cancer.

Her death has brought me much more anxiety than I ever anticipated.

Her death has also allowed me to reflect upon and think fondly of time we spent together, both good and bad.

Odd, that.