I want a Jeep

I have always wanted one but never thought I could get one (maybe it's the Catholic in me I-Don't-Know).

But now that the cost of gas is killing me since and my paychecks are fucking awful, I need to do something.

Of course, a Jeep is probably not the way to go anyway. I mean, it probably doesn't have a/c (unfortunately in my old age I want it, especially if I FINALLY get a decent job where I have to dress nicely, I don't want to do the HOUR fucking drive to work and get there soaking wet.) I don't HAVE to have air conditioning, but it would be nice for a change. My last car had it until it crapped out. This truck I had to BUY a new one because of false advertising (and a lack of checking on the part of my BOYfriend when he bought the thing) and now it has crapped out too. Maybe I'm not destined to have air conditioning in a vehicle. The current one I need to convert to the "eco-friendly" one, and then I have to PRAY to some god that I don't need to get a NEW ONE again. I'm not forking out 1k for another one.

BUT, all this vehicle changing has come up because, after howevermanydamnyears my boyfriend and I have been going out, he decides to tell me he hates working on my vehicle. Actually he said he was "done with my truck, he's tired of fixing it". Um, hello? He has crap vehicles (ok not crap, but he's constantly working on his OLD as DIRT vehicles, an '80 something Toyota truck, two 90's Chevys, and various 'parts of other cars' all over his property, I'll take a picture here at some point, I mean he's really a redneck......)

The Chevy van crapped out on me while I was coming back from Savannah last week. In the middle of nowhere, Georgia. THat's a whole other story I'm still recovering from.

But anyway, he decides to tell me his philosophy "if you can't work on it yourself or can't afford to get it repaired, you shouldn't own it." Um, ok. I can't work on a vehicle besides basic maintenance and maybe even a tad bit more. I certainly can't afford to get my vehicle fixed at a shop. Not now anyway. And now that he's always worked on it, it's painful to take my vehicle to a shop. It's outrageous what they charge. Granted on some things I can understand the labor (like dropping an engine to do work, or rebuilding one, etc.) but for brakes and other shit? Um no thanks.

So I was upset for a while. Maybe I'm used to having him do my repairs, sure. But I mean don't couples DO things for each other? Maybe I have a warped sense of a relationship. Nevertheless, I've come to (some) terms with this, and well, let's just say the next time he wants me to 'polish his chrome' it won't be happening. I mean, sorry to disappoint the menfolk out there but that part of the sexcapes does absolutely nothing for me (and I"m sorry, I know women out there say they LOVE doing that to a man, but seriously, I want to know WHAT they love so much about it, cause I"m not feelin the love in that act. I know one person who will agree with me, if she reads this blog anymore.) I can't speak for all women, but for me, I get nothing out of smokin the sausage. Nada. Zip. And frankly, if you can't do it yourself, well maybe you shouldn't own it. Ha. I crack myself up. And you know I won't MIND doing it, because it is something he likes. But I don't like doing it. But I sacrifice you know? But seeing as he is "done" with working on my vehicle I guess you can say I'm "done" servicing his, at least in that capacity. The rest is fine. No problemo.

I really don't want to sell the truck. For several reasons. It's like a man getting castrated. At least that's how I compare the two. I have always been independent. Being able to take care of myself, get around myself, do things for myself, because well frankly, I can't depend on anyone BUT myself to do those things for me. And not having wheels to get around, or rather MY OWN wheels, kind of scares me. Ok not kind of. Oh sure he said I can use one of the vehicles he has laying around. The Blazer I love, it's a tank, runs and turns great, but the GAS! The Chevy van? Well that worked fine for me til it left me stranded on the side of I-16 in Bumfuck Georgia for several hours. (Oh I will eventually get to telling it and THANK YOU GEORGIA STATE PATROL (2 OF YOU FUCKERS) FOR SPEEDING RIGHT PAST ME ON THE INTERSTATE, EVEN THOUGH I CALLED YOU GUYS FOR HELP! Ok one turned around after he passed me but failed to show up again. THANKS A HELLUVA FUCKING LOT!) Right now I'm done with the van until he fixes it. It was running great too, and could get a lot of miles to the gallons.

So, I could sell the truck and save the money, maybe even see if it accrues fucking interest. But I'm also worried if he decides to kick me to the curb. Then what wheels do I have? Or if I decide to run. I mean I've thought about it since I got here, just because of some things but I'm making it work, but I don't really have too many options to run to. I mean one of those two things could happen. We aren't married. Don't plan on it. So having no wheels scares me. I've had them since I was 16 and don't want to go back. It would be different if I lived in a bicycle friendly area but I don't.

So, something to think about some more. I would of course love getting a hybrid, but are they really worth it right now? I still want to have something that is several feet off the ground (NO SUVs) but a lot of those are gas hogs. I can't drive a little car again. I fear for my life. Not that the truck would save me if I was in a major accident, but with all the SUVS and tanks out there, the truck allows me to see a lot more, where in a car, I feel like a bug just waiting to get squished. Dont' like that feeling. I have always wanted a Jeep (a CJ or a Wrangler) but not sure how good a vehicle it is. I'm a Toyota girl. A few years ago i would have looked hot in one, but now not so sure.

Things to think about........