Looking for a Good Time?

I don’t know what I’m going to do. I don’t see how I can fix this one. My car has apparently committed suicide. I hated it, and it could sense that. So now it’s at a repair shop and I’m sitting here biting my nails hoping that I won’t have to promise my first-born child to get it fixed. Mostly because I don’t have any children to promise, just Howard. I’m of the belief that I can’t really get much for him. He is super cute, but… well, he is Howard. However, I discovered that there is more to him then I thought. Yesterday Howard and I were out for a walk when we were propositioned. We were just walking along and this guy slows down his car and rolls down his window. He looks as us and says, “Is that a boy or girl?” I responded with, “A boy?” The man then asked, “Is he looking for a mate?” I laughed and told him that Howard was… ahh…missing the equipment needed to make little Pomeranians. He thanked me and drove off. I was a little taken back. I haven’t ever had anyone try to pick up… MY DOG…before. I had no idea that I could pimp him out. To bad he came minus the fuzzy balls required. He is a really cute little dog. Plus he is a normal sized Pomeranian. Not a tiny little nothing of a dog. I think people appreciate that. I do.

Back to the evil-ness known as my car. I’m really wishing that I was back in New York were cars aren’t required to get places. I could just hop on the Subway and end up a couple blocks away from exactly were I needed to be. Instead I’m now completely dependant on other people to get me places. This is negative because I have been eying a super cute pair of jeans, but they are way up on the Northside and I don’t know how I’m going to get them now. Not like I can afford them anyway now. Darn it. I heart new jeans, in fact I’m ready to commit to them. Me, Miss Let’s-Be-Everything-Except-Committed, would like to take those jeans home and spend some quality time in them. I know, shocking.
Back to New York. Okay, not back to it, because I haven’t really brought it up yet. I had wonderful vacation. It was my second ever not-vacation vacation. The type where you go, stay in the cheapest place possible, see as many sights as you can, and not really relax at all. I met some really cool people. JP, our personal walking tour guide, did a wonderful job. He walked the heck out of Amber and I. I have three blisters from the walking we did. I saw some uber-awesome stuff. I also have some great pictures that I’m going to post as soon as I figure out how to use Blogger. I’m a recovering My Space girl. I know, I was addicted until I discovered that My Space DELETES your old blogs. I pour my heart and soul into these blogs. I do. And I can’t believe that they would be so quickly disregarded. Sigh. I’m still in mourning.