Frustrating. That is my word for today. It started out fine. It was another beautiful day in Colorado. We woke up to another three or four inches of snow and the trees were dressed beautifully with an inch or two of snow on every tiny little branch. I do love living here. Each day takes my breath away! I got the kids to school (Hays and Maggie only. . .Tiki was asked not to come to school today. . .that is a whole other story. . .a fine one--no worries, but another story) and I headed home with Tiki, Dax and Gabby.
Well, for those of you who haven't seen my driveway (most of you), it is CRAZY! It should have its own road sign about steep grade and trucks use low gear and icy conditions may exist and so on and so forth. We had run out of salt and so, I knew the driveway was slippery. . .therefor I parked at the top (but not on the road, lest I get in trouble by the Edgemont Nazi).
I was parked behind Andy (not actually Andy's car, because he owns a car that shouldn't be owned in Colorado--a little "bachelor-mobile" and he is driving a camp truck today). So, when Andy was ready to leave for work, I ran up to move my car. I couldn't. Try as I might, it just slid all over the place. So, I hopped out and asked Andy to move it because I would have much rather him slide into the truck than me. . .which he did. . .a few times.
In the process of sliding and spinning out and getting nowhere--except further DOWN the driveway, something BROKE. Literally. . .broken metal on our driveway. . . ! What was it? Who knows?!?! It came from the differential/transmission/axle area of my Suburban. Nice. Metal of some important sort scattered all over my icy driveway.
So, we waited until noon for the tow truck to arrive. . .he was late because a semi was jackknifed in our neighborhood (hopefully he got some sort of violation from the above mentioned Edgemont Nazi)! While we waited I had a complete emotional breakdown. Complete to the point of laying on my tummy on my bathroom floor (heated floor) and crying. Real mature. I know. I was just so overwhelmed. . . .
My car has been in the shop for a total of three months out of the six months we have lived here. I have rented cars. I have borrowed cars. And my favorite (and your favorite, too). . .I have test driven every car in the greater Durango area. . .and unfortunately, I think the dealers are on to my tricks. We have one broken car (mine) and one car that is completely worthless from November to April. We have a house we own in Branson (and are making payments on) and we are living in a wonderful rental in Durango. Money is tight and I broke down!
Thank you, Gretchen, I am borrowing your car. . .I'm about to go pick you up from work. So, we are set for a few more minutes. Thank you, Jan, for letting me sob to you on the phone and for being willing to take me to pick up a rental if I needed to.
Bottom line is that we need at least one new (new to us, used is fine) car so that we can get this Party of 7 moving.
My pity party/emotional break down is over. . .thankfully. I am acting more my age and more like the I-got-it-all-pulled-together mother that I am supposed to be. I wish I had pictures of the car pieces and of the Suburban pressed up against the truck, but this morning wasn't the picture taking time! (Jan, where were you?!?!)
I'm feeling better. The kids are home. Their friends Kenna, Kayla and Carver are over. I get to spend 20 minutes with Gretchen when I pick her up from work (and I am needing some peer time). And we have Life Group tonight. Things are looking up and today is getting back on the tracks of the day it started out to be.
I need to stumble across a Nissan Armada that isn't yellow or red or white (although I could handle white) and that has low mileage and is four wheel drive. That same Armada needs to be almost free and the dealer needs to be so excited about taking our bachelor-mobile off of our hands. Then I need to get my Suburban fixed and either deal with it or find some soul who wants to buy it and sell it for parts. . .it has some really amazing cup holders just caked with old Dr. Pepper and smashed french fries that the right person would just love! There is my wish list for today. I'm a simple girl! :)
Blessings to you all. It is good to know that I have friends. Friends don't slide or break or smash or get too many miles on them. I love friends (and family)!!!
Well, for those of you who haven't seen my driveway (most of you), it is CRAZY! It should have its own road sign about steep grade and trucks use low gear and icy conditions may exist and so on and so forth. We had run out of salt and so, I knew the driveway was slippery. . .therefor I parked at the top (but not on the road, lest I get in trouble by the Edgemont Nazi).
I was parked behind Andy (not actually Andy's car, because he owns a car that shouldn't be owned in Colorado--a little "bachelor-mobile" and he is driving a camp truck today). So, when Andy was ready to leave for work, I ran up to move my car. I couldn't. Try as I might, it just slid all over the place. So, I hopped out and asked Andy to move it because I would have much rather him slide into the truck than me. . .which he did. . .a few times.
In the process of sliding and spinning out and getting nowhere--except further DOWN the driveway, something BROKE. Literally. . .broken metal on our driveway. . . ! What was it? Who knows?!?! It came from the differential/transmission/axle area of my Suburban. Nice. Metal of some important sort scattered all over my icy driveway.
So, we waited until noon for the tow truck to arrive. . .he was late because a semi was jackknifed in our neighborhood (hopefully he got some sort of violation from the above mentioned Edgemont Nazi)! While we waited I had a complete emotional breakdown. Complete to the point of laying on my tummy on my bathroom floor (heated floor) and crying. Real mature. I know. I was just so overwhelmed. . . .
My car has been in the shop for a total of three months out of the six months we have lived here. I have rented cars. I have borrowed cars. And my favorite (and your favorite, too). . .I have test driven every car in the greater Durango area. . .and unfortunately, I think the dealers are on to my tricks. We have one broken car (mine) and one car that is completely worthless from November to April. We have a house we own in Branson (and are making payments on) and we are living in a wonderful rental in Durango. Money is tight and I broke down!
Thank you, Gretchen, I am borrowing your car. . .I'm about to go pick you up from work. So, we are set for a few more minutes. Thank you, Jan, for letting me sob to you on the phone and for being willing to take me to pick up a rental if I needed to.
Bottom line is that we need at least one new (new to us, used is fine) car so that we can get this Party of 7 moving.
My pity party/emotional break down is over. . .thankfully. I am acting more my age and more like the I-got-it-all-pulled-together mother that I am supposed to be. I wish I had pictures of the car pieces and of the Suburban pressed up against the truck, but this morning wasn't the picture taking time! (Jan, where were you?!?!)
I'm feeling better. The kids are home. Their friends Kenna, Kayla and Carver are over. I get to spend 20 minutes with Gretchen when I pick her up from work (and I am needing some peer time). And we have Life Group tonight. Things are looking up and today is getting back on the tracks of the day it started out to be.
I need to stumble across a Nissan Armada that isn't yellow or red or white (although I could handle white) and that has low mileage and is four wheel drive. That same Armada needs to be almost free and the dealer needs to be so excited about taking our bachelor-mobile off of our hands. Then I need to get my Suburban fixed and either deal with it or find some soul who wants to buy it and sell it for parts. . .it has some really amazing cup holders just caked with old Dr. Pepper and smashed french fries that the right person would just love! There is my wish list for today. I'm a simple girl! :)
Blessings to you all. It is good to know that I have friends. Friends don't slide or break or smash or get too many miles on them. I love friends (and family)!!!
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