Girls Without Shoes

October 25, 2009

Thar’s a Junk Car Out Thar ……….

Filed under: Humor,non-fiction,short pieces,Uncategorized — girlswithoutshoes @ 4:58 am
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Oh no, there is now a junk car out in front of my house.  It is my Husband’s car.  Will this madness never end?  He once had a ’69 Mustang Mach- 1 about  30 years ago that he did not or could not fix.  It sat and it sat and it sat at his parents’ house.  One day to appease his Dad, he moved it out to his Sister’s house in the country where  it sat, and sat, and sat.  From time to time somebody would spot it and stop and ask if it was for sale, but no it was not for sale.  This used to drive me nuts.  Actually, still does.

The Mustang sat for about 5 years before he sold it along with the  bee’s nests etc. inside.  He got very little money for it.  I never understood the neglect and stubbornness in this regard and am  still not sure I do.

After years of frustration and brain paining thoughts on the subject, the only thing  I could figure out was/is:

  • No. 1,  my Husband is the biggest procrastinator I have ever met.
  • No. 2 ,my Husband will not admit when he does not know how to fix something.  It must be a man thing.
  • No. 3 , my Husband will let something sit and rot before getting rid of it.   He loved that car so much that he would rather see  it sit            there and rot before selling it to someone.

What bizarre behavior in this man beast, that I again, love-hate.    Now, if duct tape could have been used to fix that car, I am sure you would have witnessed the first ever duct-tape covered 1969 Mustang Mach 1 with a 351 engine strapped or wired  to it’s underbelly rumbling down the streets.

He loved this car so much that he never got over it.  He still looks at Mustangs to this day,  which really pisses me off.

He actually did buy a second one  later on, a sleek beauty from 1972 and  I thought,  he has  nerve.  I told him, “Don’t let this one sit and rot please.”

He has never listened to me a day in his life and wasn’t about to start now.  Of course, he hot rodded it around town, thinking he was a cool  40 year old guy,  listening to cassette tapes so loud it was embarrassing.  I hated the second Mustang.  To me it represented his “mid-life”  crisis. I envisioned him with his ears laid back as he drove maddening speeds with maddeningly loud rock and roll that was a little after “our time”, hoping some cute chicks would not be able to resist his savoir faire .

We needed a family car, our children were still at home then, and he gets another hot rod.  For Pete’s Sake.

Well, it didn’t get any better.  The car went to his head.  He became that car as he went on a spree, an 8 month runner of partying with his buddies, doing God knows what.  I had made him leave after the first month of this crap, needless to say.

After 8 months, he talked me into letting him come back home.  Actually, he just came over and wouldn’t leave.  He is still here and it is 15 years later.

The junk car that is sitting in front of our house is not a Mustang, nor anything lovely.  It is just an old family car that is no longer worth keeping.  We will sell it for $50.00 to a young guy who has been “jonesin'” for it.  The young man will have a party with his buddies and beat the car up and run it over with trucks with huge tires, so he is excited about it.

Maybe if I throw in an extra $50.00 I can talk him into taking the Hubby for a ride too.

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7 Comments »

  1. OMG, I think I wet my pants laughing. Oh, OMG. I can see it all.
    The bee’s nests, the “laid back ears”, oh, yeah.It’s just wrong.
    Real life is tragic and funny.
    PS–Menfolk are weird.

    Comment by oracleofthepearl — October 25, 2009 @ 8:34 am

  2. LOL, it is “laid back”, not layed back, right? Oh well, I was hoping someone would laugh at this silly story, gotta laugh, or go crazy eh? After I posted this last night, I was thinking, wait a minute, the guy is buying the car, and I am paying him to take Hubby away too? Didn’t quite make sense, must work on story better.

    Comment by girlswithoutshoes — October 25, 2009 @ 10:36 am

  3. Hello. It’s so nice to meet you. You have probably the coolest blog name I’ve seen yet. I love your writing style, too. Very lively! I also laughed at this one, especially the part about the duct tape. Then after hubby left, I felt guilty for laughing. Tragedy and humor is so true to life. Good writing.

    Comment by Julie — October 26, 2009 @ 5:21 pm

  4. Thanks so much, I fell in love with with your writing immediately as it speaks to me and makes me also not feel so ashamed for not having a perfect life and house etc. blah blah, blah. Sometimes it can also make one proud , that they know how to continue living with holes in shoes, or one can of soup in the cupboard or hauling your water as old as it can get. It is a thing to be admired rather than looked down on. Thanks for uplifting my spirits. Looking forward to reading more, am inspired.

    Comment by girlswithoutshoes — October 27, 2009 @ 1:11 am

  5. Girl, you always make me laugh out loud! I’ve had a couple of cars in my yard and so related to your story. I love your stories and am always to happy when I see you have something new.

    Comment by Miss Demure Restraint — October 28, 2009 @ 3:02 am

  6. I am glad you can relate to some of it, because I always think I am a complete freak. It is really just my husband, that’s it. Thanks for reading and for sending me your smiles and hugs.

    Comment by girlswithoutshoes — October 29, 2009 @ 12:08 am

  7. Boy, have I missed stopping in here!! You inspire me to laugh. Your husband is funny! And you are too… you pull it together on ‘paper’ so well! Hopefully life won’t drag me away for so long again!!! see you around the blogosphere!!!

    ps…. will you let me know when you write that novel??? I want to be the first to buy one!

    Comment by Cindy Hanson — October 30, 2009 @ 1:41 pm


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