I ain't got no wheels.

I wish I could commit to making my blog funny. I really do. I try to. Folks tell me that I'm sometimes a funny person, but I really like using my blog as my outlet to babble on about whatever is on my mind. Lately, funny just isn’t there. I’m sad about that too…because I love funny. I do have something kind of funny to talk about today, actually.

 

Let me start by saying that I am the definition of change. If what I’m about to tell you happened to me five years ago, I probably would have burst into tears, eaten an entire box of Oreos, and then climbed into bed and camped out there for five days feeling sorry for myself. I would have turned into this depressed little ball of emotion. But like I said, I am changed. I don’t know who exactly I have to thank for it, but 2013 Jena could only laugh. Now don’t get me wrong, there have been a few moments where I’ve almost started crying…and when it first happened, I sobbed for about 20 minutes. But then I brushed my teeth and put in my eyeballs and did something about it. Maybe I’m growing up. Or maybe I have my old best friend to thank. Or maybe I have my job to thank. Who knows for sure? Either way, I’m much more awesome now than I was in 2008.

 

So I bet you all are wondering what is so funny, eh? For those of you who know Marco, you should know he is my bearer of bad news when it comes to my car. But I couldn’t ask for a better bearer. Hearing the words…what happened to your car?...with this thick accent makes me always think he’s playing some sort of prank on me. [He and Sofia are quite the pranksters, after all. Once, they tied my dear friend Ashleigh and I together with yarn in our sleep while we were passed out on the floor. We still have to pay them back for that! Mentally noted, just now.]

 

So a few years back, when I lived with Marco and Sofia, my car was towed from the side of the street at our home. Marco was the one to discover it and he drove me to the tow yard to pick up my car. BTW-people who work at tow yards are jerk faces. Like what a horrible fricken job to have. I’d rather clean toilets than have that job. Like hey…let me just drive around and find cars that are minding their own business parked on the side of the street and let me just pick it up and basically STEAL it and take it back to my tow yard…and then charge you $125 to get it back. Dude. YOU took MY car. YOU should be paying ME! And THEN you’re going to turn around and be all…I don’t accept credit cards. Oh. Hell. No. How you gonna just tow someone’s car and then not take a credit card. That chaps my hide. I wanted to throw some bows at that nasty lady in the window. She’s all…I don’t want to be here anymore than you do…my daughter is in the hospital having my first grand-baby. Here’s a thought…how about you…a) get a different job, b) don’t tow my car and c) don’t reproduce…cause you ugly!. Haha! No…I’m just kidding about part C. that’s mean.

 

Gosh dang. For those of you still with me…I applaud you. I ramble off on so many tangents; I can hardly keep up with myself. Onward.

 

So I woke up Friday morning to a phone call from my bearer of car bad news. Someone stole my tires/wheels/rims (whatever you wanna call it) right off from underneath my car. Now to answer your questions. No, I do not have a fancy car. It’s a 2006 Nissan Sentra. No, I do not live in the ghetto. No, my tires are not brand new. No, my rims are not custom made. I honestly have no clue why anyone would want my wheels. All I know is I ain’t got no wheels and it is no fun. But all I can do is laugh. I’m not even that mad. I don’t know why. It’s really strange. In a sense, I feel kind of violated, but I don’t have an angry urge to beat someone up or throw ceramic plates at a brick wall. I just realize there is no point in worrying about it. My life will go on. I’ll get it fixed. I’ll pay the money. And I’ll get back on my wheels and drive on my merry little way to wherever it is my heart desires. And I’ll keep laughing about it.

 

It’s times like these that I am so incredibly proud of the attitude in my head. People keep asking me…Are you going to press charges? What are you going to do? Are you mad? I’m just going to keep living my life. Worse things can happen. It’s also times like these that I wish I had my best friend around. Just to laugh about it with him. That boy…he sure is a pain. He’s caused me more tears and heartache than I care to admit, enough to last me a lifetime. But he’s been my best friend for a really long time. He was there for me when my life wasn’t as great as it is now. He was there for me when I was alone and didn’t have many friends in my life and he has genuinely made me a better person. He didn’t always understand why I would sweat the small stuff, but he was always there for me when I was sweatin’ it. He was like my deodorant for life. Nobody in my life, thus far, has known so much about me and my issues, anxiety, life, etc. as he has. So, as much as I’m proud of myself for the way I’m handling a negative situation, it kind of sucks not being able to share my pride with him.

 

Check out the picture below! Should be getting my car back next week sometime.

 

Also side note…if any of you have a spare car you’d like to loan me for a few days, let me know! I pay in beer or tequila or wine or vodka…or whichever you prefer. 😊