What’s the word? Thunderbird! (Ok. Let’s consider that homage to the country in me)

*sigh* Ya’ll know what? I am soooooo at peace right now. I’m amazed. Grateful. Amazed again. Humbled. In awe.

See, here’s what’s what. Thangs are starting to get a wee bit crunchy ‘round da house, what with me not having a regular 9-2-5. I keep looking at my checkbooks (notice the plural…how many checking accounts does an unemployed Diva need? *smh*). And the balance keeps falling like those low, low prices at Wal*Mart. Am I stressed? Nope. Might have to tap into my 1st level reserve but that’s cool – that’s what it’s for right?

Ok, add to that the following things:

1. My car is acting up. Day before I left for NC, it wouldn’t start. Wasn’t the battery. I thought it might be electrical. Went to repair shop. Dude says sometimes the computer needs to reset itself. To do that, let the engine tack up to 2000rpms. Cool. Except for one thing – if the frigging car won’t start, how do you let the engine do anything but lay there like it’s in a coma?? Anywho, $20 later, I was on my way to NC. Coming back, stopped at my mom’s. When I was leaving, guess what happened? Yep. My car tried to play me again. I won that round.

2. Got estimates for A/C repair at mi casa. Can I tell you that I might have to sell a kidney? CRAZINESS. But with temps in the 100’s, what’s a Diva to do? All that sweating just ain’t cute or necessary…um…unless….well…anyway. So, called up another person today. I like his style so come Monday morning, we shall see what we shall see. His guesstimate was $2000 less than the lowest estimate I’ve gotten.

3. Hmmm…my laptop died on me earlier this week. Battery said “I’ve had enough!” and that was all she wrote. Technically “that” was all I wrote too. *Sigh* And I was on such a roll with my novel and what not. Now I’m waiting on replacement parts. With my fingers crossed. That “Brown” will knock on my door tomorrow and show me exactly what they can do for me.

4. Let’s see…I put off some auto repairs earlier. Gotta do that.

5. Mi casa is do for some sprucing up that can’t wait much longer. I think that will require the sale of my second kidney.

6. My doc did me a solid this week (homage to real old ol’ skool). Considering that I’m now one of the “great uninsured”, he cut me a deal on a visit I couldn’t afford…but couldn’t afford not to keep. But um, why was we (yeah, I said “why was we”) in his office arguing? He’d asked me to track something for a month. I did – quite honestly I might add. He didn’t believe me. I knew he wouldn’t so….I brought a note from a “witness”. Yes I did. Anywho, things are not as they should be and he can’t tell me why. We’ve been doing this dance since before my ex-employer and I “divorced”. So he tells me to do XYZ, 123, yada yada yada. Doc tells me all this things that might cause my “syndrome to flare up and tells me to “just say no” to caffeine, alcohol, sugar, red meat, processed foods, dairy. Did he say DAIRY? As in no cheese? Blasphemy! Doc also tells me that I should stay away from the “whites” (white flour, sugar, potatoes, rice). I can’t stop laughing – not because he’s stripped my diet down to nothing but fish, veggies and fruit with water – but cause here’s this new age white man all up in my face telling me to stay away from “whites”. He had to laugh himself.

7. My neighbors (the “good” neighbors) are moving. They put the house on the market last Sunday. How ’bout, I go to the house one day last week and both of my parking spaces are occupied? The realtor is showing the house to someone. Ok. But um, why didn’t she park in the 2 spaces belonging to the townhouse she’s trying to sell? I’on know. So what do I do? Um, “Jacquita” came out and blocked both their cars in while “I” went inside my house to do whatever I came to do. I watched them come out the house, look left, look right, look left again, wondering who could have blocked them in. By this time, I was standing by the front door getting things off the table. The realtor comes halfway down my steps, lets at-ti-tude drip from her voice and says, “‘Scuse me. Is THAT YOUR car behind our cars? If so do you mind moving it?” I smile and say, “I’m sorry, were you talking to me? I didn’t hear you say good evening or anything so I didn’t think you were addressing me.” She looks at me like WTH and I give it back to her. She’s at the bottom of my steps by this time and the prospective buyer is standing at the top so I speak to her, general chitchat about buying a house. The realtor does her “Scuse me - but could you move your vehicle? I have another appointment.” I turn back to the buyer and say, “It’s a quiet neighborhood, needs a little work but it’s cool. One of the things I really like is having two RESERVED parking spots per unit.” And the realtor’s face cracked and rolled down the sidewalk. She looks all foolish and says, “Oh, I didn’t know the spots were reserved.” So I tell her “No problem - I’ll be out in about 2 minutes” and then tell the prospective buyer “It kinda makes you wonder what else you didn’t know about.” That darn Jacquita. She’s a mess. Specially on a hot day.

Some other random stuff coming and going. Family matters and whatnot. Trying to get D, my cousin A, and D’s best friend straight for senior year and freshman year at somebody’s college next year. One of my aunt’s (she’s the oldest of my mom’s siblings) has been diagnosed as being in the early stages of Alzheimer’s. She’s already having trouble remembering people. BigSis#2 and I were just talking about flying to NY this Fall to see her.

I wont’ even go into the rest of the what’s what. It doesn’t matter. I’m good. Surprisingly. Amazingly. Humbly. Good. With all that swirling around me, I was gonna hold an online telethon with moi as the cause. Instead, I signed up for the bellydancing class that was on my list of “201 silly facts about me”. Gotta love that!

I was talking to someone about this stuff today and she said that, when you have God, you don’t stress this kind of stuff.

I smiled and said Baby, even better than that – GOD HAS ME.

Enjoy your weekend! Perhaps I’ll blog atcha later, much cooler, from the comfort of my own home office (yes, technically it IS my living room sofa. And what?)

Live DELICOUSLY!