snapshots of an idle mind

January 27, 2006


Filed under: Uncategorized — sassinak @ 12:12 pm


more than one day off in a row.


in case y’all hadn’t guessed from the previous i’ve taken a weekend off and i’m headed out visiting. no i haven’t abandoned you i’m just away from the internet until i get home.

i know, you can’t bear the trauma. if it makes you feel any better i’ll miss you too.

so i felt a bit ridiculous after my post yesterday because i assigned you guys homework. not ridiculous because i disagreed with myself but ridiculous because really, why would anyone bother to take homework from me unless they’re paying me to teach them pilates?

course even with pilates i regularly say things like ‘your homework is to go out and say one nice thing to a stranger’ or ‘your homework is to go out for brunch with mimosas’ or ‘your homework is to take a walk in the park with fresh snow all over it’ or whatever.

guess it’s a habit now. hee i give blog homework. god i crack myself up.

that said? i still think it was fantastic homework… so go do it :P

i’m getting worried about my clutch. i don’t think that it’s going to make it until i can afford to fix it. fuck. fuck. fuck.

this sucks.

i was driving today and i started to notice changes in it’s behaviour. this means it’s fully dying now instead of just miserable and old.


i think i have to ask the mechanic if he’s willing to let me pay him over two months. i wonder if he’ll go for that.

the thing that makes this uberannoying is that i’ll most likely be able to pay for it early in march. it’s six fucking weeks away for god’s sakes and if it wasn’t for the week i was off sick for christmas i would be totally fine to do it next week.

i’m pretty sure it’s good for a few more weeks cause it totally shifts fine… it’s just hrm… if you don’t drive a stick this is hard to explain but hrm. after i release the clutch (which has like 5% play at this point eesh) sometimes there’s a funny sort of revving from the engine before it kicks in and the tires take off. it’s hard to call because all the work i’ve had done lately has really changed the drive feeling of the car anyway.

dammit that didn’t explain it at all.

regardless it’s dying fully and i need it to hold off like a month. a simple month.

i can’t be too upset with it really, it’s the original clutch and the car has 297,500 kilometres on it… (uhh 184,858 miles) so it sure as hell got it’s lifetimes worth and all. but damm car please six more weeks?

i really am going to drive it until it dies this car. well and the clutch too *grin*

it’s so nice to be *this* close to finishing the major repairs that have been building up for like four years. i mean it sucks to be this broke but i do the clutch/transmission and one more seal and then i got nothing other than oil changes and general servicing until the timing belt in another 25,000 klicks.

so it’s all good after this hump but damm. i’m concerned.

mom you’ve driven lots of sticks… how fucked am i?

oh man, that came out so funny i’m leaving it.

i went to a memorial service tonight. my old roommate’s mother passed away after surgery for cancer a couple of weeks ago. for those of you who think you know who i mean? yes the lady i lived with in heathcote. yeah i know, she doesn’t need any more crap in her life.

it was actually really great. sr got up and talked about her mom. told stories and read letters from her family and cracked jokes. she was awesome. she even joked about her knees knocking. i learned really cool things about her family that i hadn’t known and i learned something about how to hold a non lame memorial.

so then there was a little gathering in the lounge of the funeral home and i got to see a pile of people i haven’t seen in a while who happened to be wearing suits. damn they looked good. especially mc who showed up in kilt and full scottish regalia. particularly appropriate as babycakes is scottish.

i was delighted to realise that my SMALLEST suit fits me and it’s TOO BIG on top. fits perfectly on the bottom though. which, when i think of it, is probably how it fit then too since i’m a size smaller on top than on the bottom. i’ve had a lot of business clothing over the years but there’s something about a suit with a not too short short skirt and beautiful material that really makes you feel elegant and beautiful. [i was wishing i had emma’s glasses to go with it though]

i can’t really explain it but those of you who wear beautiful clothing know what i mean. it fits better and it somehow accentuates the right things without drawing attention to the things you’d rather pretend aren’t there. i was actually stunned to see myself in it because i haven’t dressed like that in years.

i seriously can’t remember the last time i wore that suit.

i remember buying it though. my dad and i went to the store to get it (i needed it for court) and the saleswoman is like ‘will your wife be…’ and my dad and i looked at each other and lost it laughing.

my dad was all “my WIFE??!!!!???”

i was all of… hmmm 24? and he’s in his fifties at the time. he was just so shocked that this woman would think that someone my age was his wife. no concept of the sugar daddy syndrome my dad.

that guy fell in love with my mom and i don’t think he’s looked back for a second

i can hear you guys you know. in your heads you’re going ‘yeah right’ or ‘typical kid being unrealistic about her parents’ but no i’m not. my parents have been in love with each other for as long as i can remember and they’re still each other’s favourite people.

they walk down the street of their town holding hands and goosing each other and all the little old italian folks in their town basically consider them mascots now. seriously i can’t tell you how cute my parents are. i’d post a pic i took of them walking in step holding hands down the street (from behind yet) but they would be embarassed.

i want to be them someday. well more myself really but like that with someone. the first thing my dad did when he came home from work, every day, was kiss my mom.

how many people can say that?

i love seeing where my posts go when i start them with no plan.

see you guys when i get back, be nice to my blog while i’m away. keep it warm or something!



  1. Yaay for your weekend freedom!!! Have an utter blast and we bloggy peeps shall miss you but be happy you are happy :)



    Comment by Natalia — January 27, 2006 @ 12:36 pm | Reply

  2. :-((

    Comment by Mike — January 27, 2006 @ 5:45 pm | Reply

  3. awwww sass… see you made me love your parents too.. the postcard for parents right there.. thanks..

    hey have a good lil trip.. :)

    Comment by sugarpunk — January 27, 2006 @ 6:08 pm | Reply

  4. have fun while you’re gone…miss ya. hope you have some blogworthy experiences (and maybe some that are too racy for this blog too) ;)

    Comment by Jenn! — January 27, 2006 @ 7:24 pm | Reply

  5. Have a wonderful time and blog about your adventures when you get back!

    Comment by JMai — January 27, 2006 @ 7:49 pm | Reply

  6. Have a safe trip Sass!

    Wow, I thought my parents were the only ones who were still that cute after 30+ years of marriage! They still do the hand-holding in public and my dad still gooses my mom.

    It’s couples like your parents and mine that gives me hope that relationships and marriages can last and stay happy…

    Comment by SonusExMachina — January 27, 2006 @ 9:00 pm | Reply

  7. Here’s the SR and all the other sharp dressed people who came out to pay tribute to “Katita.”

    I hope you and your fugged up clutch make it home in one piece. Have a great weekend.

    Comment by othercat — January 27, 2006 @ 10:35 pm | Reply

  8. aww, that’s so sweet about your parents.
    have a faboo time!

    Comment by terry — January 28, 2006 @ 12:16 am | Reply

  9. have a good trip, darlin’ …

    … and next time, appoint someone to watch out for the spam! LOL

    Comment by DZER — January 28, 2006 @ 9:19 am | Reply

  10. Have a great trip!

    Comment by Matt Vella — January 28, 2006 @ 4:23 pm | Reply

  11. If you baby the clutch a little, it should hopefully make it for 6 more weeks. I had one that had 20% play and even hesitated a bit when changing gears and it lasted 6 months! I miss that car. It was an ’82 Honda Accord with 257,000 miles on it. My sister took it after that and crashed it or it might still be on the road today.

    Comment by Sign Gurl — January 29, 2006 @ 11:28 am | Reply

  12. I hope you’re enjoying your down time!

    Comment by ShyRocket — January 29, 2006 @ 3:13 pm | Reply

  13. Wow, barely any comments on this post. Either it was completely non-thought-provoking, or else everyone has decided to go out and get a life in Sass’s absence.

    I am secure enough in my geekiness that I will never get a life, whether Sass is here or not.

    Geek Power!!!

    Comment by Mike — January 29, 2006 @ 4:39 pm | Reply

  14. Who needs a clutch?

    Kidding, set aside some cash. Does the mechanic guy have a wife who’d like some pilates lessons?

    Comment by castufari — January 29, 2006 @ 5:47 pm | Reply

  15. I was looking for blogs about martial arts and came across yours. Great blog you got. I have a website somewhat related you might find interesting.

    Comment by Anonymous — January 29, 2006 @ 9:00 pm | Reply

  16. Pilates is a martial art? (why does the term “Martial” art make me think of landscape paintings by little green men?) Holy crap Sass, now I’m scared of you!

    Comment by Mike — January 29, 2006 @ 9:28 pm | Reply

  17. my parents are the same way…

    they rag on each other, make fun of each other, and they bitch and moan about each other

    but at the end of the day..they still hold hands when they walk around together, even in the house.

    so cute!

    so setting me up to expect to much from love…snarf!

    Comment by da buttah — January 29, 2006 @ 9:28 pm | Reply

  18. Growing up, there was an older couple (60s) that went to my family church, Don and Jean Willson. No relation to me.

    The two of them were so fresh, so great to be around. My best friend and I used to go visit them, they were like a pair of teenagers kissing and holding hands.

    The sad part of this story is that Don died, and after that Jean immediately lost touch with reality. I remember running into her once several years later, and it just made me sad to see her like that.

    Comment by Mike — January 29, 2006 @ 10:35 pm | Reply

  19. My folks are kinda like that, they’ll spend the day bitching at each other (well, Mom bitching and Dad ignoring her) but at the end of the day they’re back to normal. It’s weird. I guess they’ve learned not to sweat the small stuff.

    Comment by castufari — January 30, 2006 @ 6:46 am | Reply

  20. Sass,

    awwwwwwww. I love the parental units that love each other…

    always goes back somehow to that soul mates thing. Sometimes I wish my parents had been that close but then I realise that if they had I would never had had the standard of love and connection with my husband.

    Since, you know, I swore I would never have the kind of relationship that dictated we were not close.

    I think that’s all I can muster. If you’re wondering why, feel free to visit Blondies post today… and then mine….

    ouch. k. Luvums

    Comment by Everything nice — January 30, 2006 @ 10:57 am | Reply

  21. nat: there was bliss.

    punk: well it turns out that my parents really appreciated this post so i’m extra glad my stream of consciousness came out that way.


    jenn: oh sweetie, he doesn’t like me that way.

    JM: uh there was food?

    sonus: no man, your parents are not the only totally cute and still in love people in the world. there you go. feel better?

    my parents and yours also give me hope, but it’s a rare man that i can imagine that sort of relationship with.

    othercat: my clutch is now slipping and may not make it until march when i can pay to fix it.

    terry and matt: thanks!

    dz: i did :)

    sign gurl: it’s slipping now. in fifth when i goose it it revs and doesn’t catch. this is getting shitty. not sure i can nurse it until march. it is an accord though so it has a shot.

    shyr: it’s always nice to have a weekend off.

    mike: well, i’m not commenting which is slowing things down a little because no one is getting any responses.

    did you enjoy your lack of life weekend?

    i heart geeks and dorks actually.

    cast: people who drive a stick shift. you know, a REAL car.

    set aside? DUDE. the seal turned into an oil pan… i WAS halfway there!!

    mike: ph3ar m3!

    elle: my parents hardly even bitch and moan anymore. it’s almost scary *grin*

    yeah i got set up too dude.

    mike: yeah i’ve heard that can happen.

    cast: my mom said just today it’s about sweating the small stuff.

    bubbles: i see what you’re saying. i can’t settle either. if we’re cohabitating hatefully it’s time to reconsider.

    glad you had fun vegas girl

    Comment by sassinak — January 31, 2006 @ 12:55 am | Reply

  22. Welcome back, homegirl. :)

    I hope you had a great time…

    You were missed.

    Comment by Matt Vella — January 31, 2006 @ 1:16 am | Reply

  23. aw thanks honey

    i did have a lovely time thanks for asking.

    i missed you guys too, it was weird. i didn’t post tonight cause i went climbing instead :)

    Comment by sassinak — January 31, 2006 @ 1:21 am | Reply

  24. Welcome back!

    Comment by castufari — January 31, 2006 @ 5:43 am | Reply

  25. *does cartwheels*

    she’s back!!!

    Comment by da buttah — January 31, 2006 @ 9:55 am | Reply

  26. now i can resume my stalking duties.

    welcome back!

    Comment by Jenn! — January 31, 2006 @ 10:23 am | Reply

  27. cast: thanks!

    elle: i do cartwheels when i’m particularly blissful…


    jenn: yay my stalker returns where she belongs!

    Comment by sassinak — January 31, 2006 @ 11:00 am | Reply

  28. hey sass,

    just wanted to give you a heads up that salampax posted today… which doesn’t happen often.

    Comment by Helskel — January 31, 2006 @ 11:46 am | Reply

  29. Sass, dudette…you are back *huggers* … now BLOG!!!! :) hehe


    Comment by Natalia — January 31, 2006 @ 4:03 pm | Reply

  30. i am i am!!

    i’m just busy making up for being away… you know clients, month end billing etc.

    Comment by sassinak — January 31, 2006 @ 4:32 pm | Reply

  31. I’m always glad to see you not just today.

    Comment by Mike — January 31, 2006 @ 4:46 pm | Reply

  32. that makes little sense since as far as i know you’ve never seen me in real life?

    and if you have you really are my new stalker!


    Comment by sassinak — January 31, 2006 @ 5:03 pm | Reply

  33. :D you get so many comments! it awesome!
    how fun – have a fabulous time off.

    Comment by tania — January 31, 2006 @ 5:05 pm | Reply

  34. So.. uncomfortable… Is she joking should I laugh and play it up, or is she serious?

    Maybe it would be easier if I knew what these little web things meant, like *g*.

    Comment by Mike — January 31, 2006 @ 7:24 pm | Reply

  35. hey tania: yeah i love my comments and my weekend off was great thanks for asking :)

    mike: i’m only serious if you’ve really seen me in person and i don’t know about it. otherwise i’m totally kidding :)

    and *g* means *grin*

    Comment by sassinak — January 31, 2006 @ 9:06 pm | Reply

  36. no I haven’t sass.

    Comment by Mike — January 31, 2006 @ 10:10 pm | Reply

  37. mike: laugh dammit :)

    Comment by sassinak — January 31, 2006 @ 11:27 pm | Reply

  38. I just realized that last post came off badly. I didn’t mean to sound nasty. Usual lack of sleep excuse.

    Comment by Anonymous — January 31, 2006 @ 11:40 pm | Reply

  39. oops that was me, not anonymous… wrong button.

    Comment by Mike — January 31, 2006 @ 11:40 pm | Reply

  40. *snicker*

    Comment by sassinak — February 1, 2006 @ 12:00 am | Reply

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