A Little Harsh

I may have been a little harsh in my mocking of the GMC Sierra.

I don't think even a Ferrari would have made me happy at the time. The only thing I wanted was to have MY truck back. It's like sleeping on the couch in your own house when you have company. It's fine and you're happy for the company... but all you really want is your own bed.

Nice to borrow a pair of shoes when you've forgotten yours.... but the only thing that really fits and makes you comfortable is your shoes.

I also might be a little weird about my vehicles. It's the one thing I'm obsessively possessive of. As in, I don't let anyone drive my truck, period. I can't imagine an occasion that I would ask or even consider letting anyone else drive it. Yes, you can borrow my shovel, my shoes, my lawnmower, just not my truck.

So, I'm sorry to the GMC Sierra for being a little snarky. Now that I'm back in a Titan, I'm good. It's right where I want to be. It's my happy place.

I Bought Beef Jerky

This is going to take a minute. Bear with me. At some point I'll make you laugh.

I've been driving a GMC Sierra truck for the last week. And this doesn't feel like "me." And today, in a mindless gas station stop to refuel the ugly beast I reached out to the impulse shelf at the gas station and bought beef jerky.

That was my first clue that something was wrong. I'm sure it's been 10 years, if not forever, since I bought salted dehydrated meat, never mind from a gas station. But that was, in the moment, what I had a hankering for. Ewww.

So what on earth has happened to me, and why am I driving a GMC Sierra?

An unfortunate set of circumstances has disabled my much-loved Titan. And until the sexy, powerful truck can be repaired, I was gifted a "loaner" vehicle to drive. So this 2012 Sierra was the best they could offer. Sure, it sounds fine until you realize the seat does not adjust in height, and that it has a column shifter that I seem to bump every time I reach for the radio dial. (Yes, I did say DIAL) So there I am sitting low... oh, did I mention it's a bench seat? (Good lord, I didn't realize that was still an option.)  Every time I reach for a knob or button or something it's in the wrong place. And it corners like a farm tractor.

Even so, after a few days, I have started to get used to it. And that's when I noticed the changes happening to me. I'm driving about 80km/hr in a 90. I'm taking the long way home, just to check on the neighbour's crops and cattle. I'm starting to rest my right arm on the back of the bench seat, and steer with my left hand. Good God, what's happening to me? And that's when I bought the beef jerky. Ugh. I NEED my Titan back before I start drinking 6 packs of OV off the tail gate.

This isn't me. I'm not in my element right now. I'm beginning to think that I should start a charity, or support group for people who are oppressed, depressed or dysfunctional from the exposure to unfortunate vehicle choices. It's like trying to walk in high heels when all you know is cowboy boots. Or trying to watch football when all you understand is the Arts.

People who drive "whatever" or something that is just good enough, are missing out on the joy of driving. To have something that expresses your personality, or even just suits your lifestyle, is to know happiness. As I used to say, there are two kinds of drivers in this world... convertible people and "unhappy roof people."  I now have to broaden my definitions, but you either ARE, or you AREN'T.... and I certainly "aren't" a GMC Sierra-type girl.

Pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeease get me my Nissan Titan back soon. I'll never survive on beef jerky and OV.

Happy Anniversary!

It's been a year since we met and I fell head over heels for my sweetie. Together we've seen rain and sleet and snow; good times and bad. We've gone on several hockey road trips and had a blast. I'm sure we've been to the grocery store 400 times, and hauling all those supplies.... he never minds.

At first I wasn't sure he was the one for me. After all, he's kind of a big lug. I'm kind of a little thing. Of course, no one would suggest I was a girly-girl, but still. It's not like we look like a matched set.

I am a little bossy, but he handles it like a pro. Whether I want to go off-roading or weaving through traffic he suits the course.

Not once has he complained when I sing along to the radio or use my ipod for some obnoxious pre-game hockey music that the kids like.

Gosh I love the big lug! He makes me feel safe. Safe and warm and totally protected. What more could a girl want? So.... happy anniversary, Titan. My Nissan Titan! Cheers to us and the many miles we have ahead!