Hello, and happy Monday! My Monday isn’t too happy, but you’ll read why once you get to the Sunday portion of this recap. As you may have noticed by today’s title my strife is currently with my stupid car. I’m pretty close to selling it and just commuting via donkey, but let’s hope it doesn’t come to that. Other than that, my weekend was pretty lazy, which is always a win in my opinion. Or maybe it was lazy because the universe knew I would need all of my energy to keep myself from driving off a cliff Thelma and Louise style come Sunday. Who knows?!
As always, I failed to document much, if at all of my Friday. Probably because my Friday evenings tend to be pretty low-key and not picture worthy. I worked late on Friday, so Jake was kind enough to order me a pizza once I got off work, and then we lounged around and watched The Path on Hulu. I know, we are truly out of control!
Saturday morning kicked off with an 8.19 mile run around the lake, which according to my RunKeeper app, looked like this.
Easiest 0.01 miles of my life! After the run, I hung out with my parents for awhile, and then headed back home for a lazy afternoon. Jake watched the Masters while I read or putzed around on the computer. Once dinner time rolled around I whipped up a new Blue Apron meal involving fettuccine and mushrooms, and it was amazing!
The tomato sauce also incorporated chopped carrots, celery, and minced garlic. I wouldn’t have thought to add carrots or celery, but it was unexpectedly delightful!
Sunday started out innocently enough. Jake and I cleaned the apartment, and then he settled in to watch the final day of the Masters (Sorry ’bout it, Speith), while I went to the gym and lounged around and read most of the day. I made a quick trip home to pick up some things I had accidentally left behind the day before when I noticed my check engine light was on. I think I’ve mentioned this a few times on the blog before, but every time I turn around something is wrong with my car. A couple of years ago I had a ultra scary situation when my car died (IN THE MIDDLE OF THE ROAD) on my way home from work, and the two people I know who know anything about cars, my Dad and Jake, were both out of town for work. Oh, and then while I was waiting for AAA to come pick me up, my mom had called to tell me that she too was out of town at a hospital because my Grandpa’s lung had collapsed (the car ended up being a melted fuel pump problem, otherwise known as “$750 later”). Since then I hated driving my car, not to mention that some sort of light is always on my car telling me a tire needs to be filled, or a bulb needs to be replaced (when it DOESN’T), which only adds to my anxiety. Judging by how often I am having trouble with my car you’d think I was driving around a 1976 Ford Pinto, but alas it is a Volkswagen Jetta, which I think is German for “I hate you.” Anyways, Sunday wasn’t my best day I’ve been racked with anxiety since I saw my check engine light. By the time this is posted hopefully it will have been figured out, but until then I’ll just be breathing into a paper bag every time I get into my car.
Sorry to have to end the weekend on a sour note, but hopefully the rest of this week is pleasant! Please send good thoughts to my car, as I’m sure at this point good vibes is all it can run on now. I hope the rest of you had a great weekend and your week is off to a good start!