If I had a million dollars...
I have never owned a car I didn't have to worry over. In a lot of ways that's not a big deal, because EVERY car is just a repair waiting to happen. It's the price we pay for vehicular love. I love my Jeep, but I get a little pissy when she just decides to burst a radiator hose out of nowhere.
Today I washed her, vaccumed her, armor-alled her insides, took her to get an oil change, bought her an air filter, and...fuck if she didn't decide to be a bitch and burst a hose on the way back from the auto parts store. ON THE WAY BACK FROM THE AUTO PARTS STORE...you read that right. Fucking Jeep! Roy has to be in Louisville on the 10th, his car is not a road trip car (its a go to school and come home car). I am scheduled to meet up with my Aunt Tena to ride in the semi home to Columbus tomorrow with the dog...and my jeep is being a total selfish bitch!
Thankfully I was heading to a friend's house to water her plants, so I did a quick auto repair in her driveway. My patch (cut off busted, move hose, reclamp) held on the drive home, and should hold just fine on the way to the Clyde's.
So, 9 am tomorrow I take her into Clyde and beg him to work as fast as a 70 year old ex race car driver can work. And hope that it's done by afternoon so I can hightail it to the Flying-J in Columbia to catch my ride.
If I had a million dollars, I'd still go to Clyde, I'd just be a little more proactive instead of reactive about my car repairs. I know I'm gonna need my serpentine belt replaced in the next year or two. I need a new brakeline on my passenger's side. I need new wheels. The jeep is rusted to pieces, thank you Michigan! Stupid sucky Michigan! I'm surprised I haven't needed a new exhaust yet, but it seems to be fine. If I had a million dollars these things would be done ahead of time, instead of when they cause a problem. But, alas...Jeep...meh...boo.
Life is just one fucking thing after another, isn't it? I mean quite literally. Not all the things are shit, but sometimes I think my patience is being tested, which is dumb because I could tell the universe right now that I HAVE NO PATIENCE! I am a very, very, very impatient person. I am also a fairly cash-strapped person under some time pressures. At least it didn't decide to bust on Roy somewhere in the Smokey Mountains? So, I can be thankful of that I suppose.
Thank you Jeep, for busting at a semi-opportune time, although if you could have done that shit like a week ago, I would be a little less frantic now.
ToDo:
1. Clean out fridge.
2. Pack.
3. Ready house.
4. Eat.
5. Wash my me (I have anti-freeze in my fucking hair...dammit!)
6. I'm sure there are other things, but for the life of me I am so overwhelmed I can't think of them. So, what do I do instead? I update my live journal, drink a diet coke and try to get a hold of my poppy. He will make it better. Poppys do that.
Today I washed her, vaccumed her, armor-alled her insides, took her to get an oil change, bought her an air filter, and...fuck if she didn't decide to be a bitch and burst a hose on the way back from the auto parts store. ON THE WAY BACK FROM THE AUTO PARTS STORE...you read that right. Fucking Jeep! Roy has to be in Louisville on the 10th, his car is not a road trip car (its a go to school and come home car). I am scheduled to meet up with my Aunt Tena to ride in the semi home to Columbus tomorrow with the dog...and my jeep is being a total selfish bitch!
Thankfully I was heading to a friend's house to water her plants, so I did a quick auto repair in her driveway. My patch (cut off busted, move hose, reclamp) held on the drive home, and should hold just fine on the way to the Clyde's.
So, 9 am tomorrow I take her into Clyde and beg him to work as fast as a 70 year old ex race car driver can work. And hope that it's done by afternoon so I can hightail it to the Flying-J in Columbia to catch my ride.
If I had a million dollars, I'd still go to Clyde, I'd just be a little more proactive instead of reactive about my car repairs. I know I'm gonna need my serpentine belt replaced in the next year or two. I need a new brakeline on my passenger's side. I need new wheels. The jeep is rusted to pieces, thank you Michigan! Stupid sucky Michigan! I'm surprised I haven't needed a new exhaust yet, but it seems to be fine. If I had a million dollars these things would be done ahead of time, instead of when they cause a problem. But, alas...Jeep...meh...boo.
Life is just one fucking thing after another, isn't it? I mean quite literally. Not all the things are shit, but sometimes I think my patience is being tested, which is dumb because I could tell the universe right now that I HAVE NO PATIENCE! I am a very, very, very impatient person. I am also a fairly cash-strapped person under some time pressures. At least it didn't decide to bust on Roy somewhere in the Smokey Mountains? So, I can be thankful of that I suppose.
Thank you Jeep, for busting at a semi-opportune time, although if you could have done that shit like a week ago, I would be a little less frantic now.
ToDo:
1. Clean out fridge.
2. Pack.
3. Ready house.
4. Eat.
5. Wash my me (I have anti-freeze in my fucking hair...dammit!)
6. I'm sure there are other things, but for the life of me I am so overwhelmed I can't think of them. So, what do I do instead? I update my live journal, drink a diet coke and try to get a hold of my poppy. He will make it better. Poppys do that.