Monday, June 18, 2007

New vs Old

We have recently acquired a brand new 2007 Nissan Versa. Color: blueberry (with a capital B). It is a sweet ride. It has so many cool features. My favorite being the handsfree Bluetooth. It allows me to call and speak to someone without actually talking into a phone. Their voice comes through the 6 speakers and subwoofer. It's awesome! Plus, I can actually drive this car. The old car was a standard and I do not know how to drive it. Frankly, I did not care to learn on it. I knew we would be getting a new car that was automotic (cheaper on gas for city driving).

Now you may be asking "what were you driving before Alisha?" Well let me tell you..
There are crappy cars and then there are really crappy cars. Case in point: our 1989 Ford Mustang. I actually should not be saying 'ours' because I had and did not want any ownership of said vehicle. This car in no way shape or form can be mistaken for a 'muscle' car. Let me begin by stating that Ford circles their problem: Now Dave bought his 'stang from our friend's dad for $600. This guy sold it to him thinking that he made a deal and that he may have potentially ripped off some unsuspecting 'kid'. Little did he know that two years later the damn thing would still be running.

Why am I mocking this car you ask? Well let us list... yes list... off the problems with this vehicle. Where do I begin? Let's start with the door handle on the passenger side. It takes a magician to open it. It takes a certain amount of skill in hand movement and position. If you do not get it just right it will not open and you're left looking the fool because you are not smarter than the car door.
The window... well let's just say when it rains I feel it. The seal is completely gone and the water leaks through the window and soaks the seat and the person sitting in that seat.. namely Me.
Exibit A: the stains on the seat. Please remember that these stains were from actualy rain water and not from some freak 'accident' that I had. Notice the dark marks... no it is not some cool camera feature.. it is water stainage.

As we continue to move on, we no longer have beta. We have managed to acquire a car with a CD player... a six disc player at that.
I have to say that the best features are found on the exterior. Dave kept telling me that the one headlight will always short out no matter what. To which he stated that the headlight was broken.

Exibit B: now you may be wondering what the odd discoloration is in the headlight and why it is two toned. Do not be mistaken my friends.. two toned headlights are not an extra feature on the 1989 ford Mustang... or any car for that matter. It is indeed water.
We could probably replace the bulb but as soon as it rained we would be without one head light. Plus, when driving this car at night Dave had to use his highbeam (yes only one highbeam for the one working light). I should mention that here in Alberta... the wonderfully rich oil free province that we are, it is a $115 fine for having a burnt out headlight... yes I did say $115. How do I know this? We got one. The only problem was that once we paid that fine we couldn't afford to buy a freakin' bulb.

Next, let's move to the high quality paint job on this 'stang. The paint as you can tell is a nice blue color. Exibit C: The paint job. Be aware that that is NOT water down the middle of the car. That is indeed the finish.. peeling away with every storm or whenever I peeled it off. Some enjoyment is found in doing this. It is similar to peeling off a sunburn.
There is more. the emergency break is broken and therefore always has the bright red indicator light on reading "BRAKE". The car's bumper is also tied on using zip ties. Yes, I did say zip ties. Oddly, it happens to work really well.
I am sure there is more to say but I believe that is all I've got to say about the car other than you can see the road through the base of the driver's side door when it is shut. It is definately the feature that really makes me feel safe and comfortable.

Needless to say: new car good, old car sold to some poor sucker for $100. I told Dave to try and get $200 but I fear that may be pushing it.

Tuesday, May 08, 2007

Facebook...

The whole world seems to be gravitating to this phenomenon of facebook. At first I was completely opposed to it mainly because almost everyone I went to Nicaragua with was in love with this webpage. Ironically when I came home from that trip I discovered that I had an invite and joined without hesitation... so much for my convictions of never joining the silly group.
Once you sign on to this website you will find yourself checking your email every ten mintues to see if someone has sent you a message or if someone has invited you to be their friend. Some of these people who invite you to be their friend have not seen or spoken to you in about 20 years. No joke. I found my neighbour from about 20 years ago... how did I find him??? I stalked him out and searched... *sigh* When one does not receive an invitation to be another's friend suden disappointment sinks in and leaves the person thinking they have no friends at all. To date I have almost 200... my goal is 500.
Five minutes after I checked my email the other day I checked it again and discovered that someone had invited me to be their friend. I almost fell off my chair because of laughter and complete shock. This reaction came from the fact that this person who invited me to be their 'friend' is the same person who wanted and tried to beat me up in school on more then one occassion... needless to say I accepted her friendship...

Saturday, April 14, 2007

Becoming A Girl

I was at a friend's bridal shower a few weeks back when my friend (and hairdresser) told me that her salon was shaving heads for cancer. I said I would do it. It was a sort of half hearted comittment. Then I got more information and sent out an email announcing the event. At which point I realised there was no turning back.
The picture to your left shows my luscious locks prior to the shearing.

There are benefits of having hair that long or longish hair in general. One being that most people will assume that you are not a lesbian.
I was on the bus going to my 'appointment' to shave my head and I was angry with my hair. Let me tell you why I hate(d) my hair. First, my hair had this wonderful talent of tangling itself. I know you are thinking that most people with long hair have the same problem. Mine is different. After brushing my hair I swear my strands of hair decide to have a party and make a big nest. The only way to really untangle the mess is by ripping out the rats nest that has occured. I am surprised I was not bald before shaving it off. Second problem with long hair: static. Mabey it is just the subarctic temperatures and desert dryness that causes it but my hair had a mind of its own and would try and get away from me.

So the act of shaving my head was not really that big of a deal. I was completely fine with having no hair. I now have other problems to deal with. I am not your average makeup wearing gussy myself up everyday kind of girl. As the first picture above will tell. Who would want to get all gussied up to work at a homeless shelter?? I know what you are thinking... "wow she pulls off hotness really well". That is a talent God has blessed me with... now I have to work a bit harder for the hotness, we are all given challenges in life and this is mine. I realised that I will have to put on at least mascara and possibly some earrings so people will be able to tell I am a girl. Even that does not stop people from questioning my sex, guys wear makeup all the time... eyeliner and mascara and some of them look really good. So I am resorting to dressing like a tramp, tight clothes and all. I do love having no hair because it saves money on hair product and shampoo. Plus I can take a shower 5 mintues before going to bed and not have to wait until my hair is dry. Now I just need to figure out what to do with the 200$ hair straightener I bought 4 months ago...