The past month has been both trying and tiring. I spent most of June sick (sorry for the lack of posts!) and the rest of it working like a mad woman. Being self-employed is a little stressful, but it has been worth it. I would have already been sick too many times to keep working anyway, but it feels good to have made the clean break as my own decision.
I am SUPER far behind in wedding planning, and just now realizing how close November actually is. We decided to change our wedding venue to save a little money. We selected the new place yesterday and it is totally fabulous. Of course, we are keeping it a secret for now. hehe
Bad news – I went to take my 18-year-old Town Car in to get the inspection done – FAIL. Sadly, she passed the emissions test with “flying colors” but failed the safety inspection. Turns out she has some leaks in bad places, so they told me I had 10 days to bring it back and they would re-inspect it for free, after I got the leaks fixed. I brought it back to them the next day for an estimate (they are right across the street from my apartment, so it seemed logical). I left it with the guy and went with P down to Clear Lake to look at the new wedding venue and grab some lunch with my mom. The mechanic called me back to tell me that it was leaking in two places… and between parts and labor, it would only run me $920 to get it repaired. *cough…choke…sputter* Holy cow! The car is 18 years old! It is only worth about $1400! No freaking way am I putting that much money into this stupid land yacht.
So, looks like I will have to break down and buy a new (to me) car. I guess it was inevitable. I am, after all, nearly 35 years old and have never bought a car. I have been fortunate to have two cars given to me over the past 18 years. I drive my cars forever. The first one for 12 years, and the second over the past 7 years. It pains me to have to part with the money for another car. Seriously. Pains.
Poor Betty Lou (my car). P suggested I give her a proper Viking funeral, complete with boat and fire. Somehow I doubt the Coast Guard would be too keen on the idea of my car burning in the bay. I don’t know why… free light show, right? But, instead, I will try to sell her to anyone who wants her. It’s the end of an era. *Little tear* I hate dealing with cars.
I guess this is a big part of being a Self Saving Princess. No one is coming to the rescue, so it is time to put on your big girl panties and figure it out.
Dammit.