"And Now We Must Turn It Into A Racing Car By...Bolting Lots of...Racing Car Bits To It."

Even though this day was a long time coming, I honestly felt like it would just never arrive. Ladies and gentlemen, I have bought a new (to me) car. 

Meet Pamela. She is a 2010 Ford Focus, with a manual transmission, and she rides like a dream.
 I don't have a marriage sack that fits her {yet}. 
The number one goal that I had for 2013 was to purchase a new car, and the fact that I can cross it off of my list in the first quarter of the year makes me incredibly proud. I could gush forever and ever about all of the reasons why I am so glad that I own (another) Focus, but I'll restrain myself from getting too mushy about my new baby. Can I just point out how nice it is to finally be driving a standard again? It feels like home. 

Have you crossed a goal off of your list yet this year?

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and then there was the time that my coworker emailed me an awesome photo AND IT TURNED OUT TO BE MINE

I'm probably a little over-excited about this...But the Chive included one of my pictures in their weekly 'well-put' round up

They didn't link to the original photo, which grinds my gears a little. It's called linking with love, and this is just another reminder why we should do it. It sort of sucks being on the receiving end of it! 

Regardless, it was an exciting moment during my otherwise crazy busy day week. 


Have you ever been surprised to find something you created in
an unexpected place? 


Obvious Statement of the Day: I'm a Geek.

{original image pinned by Cherree | original source found here | text added by me}

Growing up, I was a geek. I read every book that I could get my hands on (including War and Peace--I finished that over the summer holidays before grade seven). I would comb through the bibliographies of my text books and read the related texts in my spare time. I watched Star Trek, Star Wars, Battlestar Galactica, and anything Joss Whedon put on TV, as well as any documentaries that I could get my hands on. I played video games--albeit not very well, but with earnest--until I started losing, then I would yell at the console and/or TV.  

I am still that person.

Even though I am most comfortable around people that are just like me, not all of my friends are geeky. Actually, most aren't. Regardless of their personality type, I am so lucky that the people that I surround myself with accept me for who I am. They love me even though they don't understand the shows that I watch, or completely miss when I slide an awesome quote into a conversation {this part hurts my soul, just a little, because usually the context is bang on}. They watch me get unnaturally excited about things that most people wouldn't even notice {like the Firefly reunion show}, and keep their teasing to a minimum. 

I used to hide my geekiness from new people so that I could gauge how they would handle it. Now, I don't bother; I just throw my whole self at them right from the get-go, and if they can't take it then that's the end of that. I'm not sure if this shift occurred because I've grown into who I am, or if it's because society as a whole seems to be more willing to accept geeks. Either way? I'm glad that I can let my geek flag fly!

What do you geek out over?

It's a Peter Griffin Kind of Day


You know what really grinds my gears? 

...when people get too big for their britches. Is it a faux-pas to mention #bloggingproblems on a blog?
...when people don't pay attention to important details--especially when I'm paying money for something. 
...when people call me by the wrong name even though I've introduced myself or sent emails with my name in them over a dozen times. Call me crazy, but "Ashley" sounds nothing like Stephanie, or Carla, or Norma, or any of the other names that you just called me. 
..when people drive like asshats. It's not that hard to wave when I let you in. 
...the fact that common courtesy isn't actually common any more, or really present at all.
...the fact that people seem to think that it is okay to blame me for their errors, and subsequently take their anger out on me. Uh...no. Nope. In no world will I ever be okay with this, or take it lying down. 
...the fact that I have now had a mystery bruise on the side of my thigh for two weeks, and it is both gross to look at and painful. 

What grinds your gears?

Positivity, and a Quote.


Everyone feels a little lost sometimes. 

The plan that you had meticulously crafted is thrown out the window, and you're left to wonder "what's next?". 

Not knowing the next steps, and especially not knowing the cumulative outcome of them, is a terrifying thought to behold.

The consolation in all of the fog is that the line between failure and success is blurred as there is no longer a metric with which to measure. 

Every step is in the right direction. 

Every step can be seen as a success.