How nice!
I got a $25 gift card from the place that repaired the car a few weeks ago. Not that $25 is a lot, but I am going to need (or maybe I do need) an oil change and now it will probably only cost me about $5 to have it done. Bonus!
I got a $25 gift card from the place that repaired the car a few weeks ago. Not that $25 is a lot, but I am going to need (or maybe I do need) an oil change and now it will probably only cost me about $5 to have it done. Bonus!
This is ghetto truck. Our monster 2005 Chevy Tahoe purchased in June 2010. It probably doesn’t look very ghetto from this angle, but trust me, it is. I’m supposed to be it’s primary driver, but… Heavily tinted windows, annoying sound system (speaker box, amp, etc included), 20” rims — well, it’s a little ghetto. So even though it’s my truck (in title too), I don’t drive it. I actually avoid driving it. When I drive it, it breaks.
In July 2010, I took it to San Antonio. The battery died.
In November 2011, I drove it to El Paso. The transmission shit out.
We’ve also replaced just about anything you can imagine. From normal things like tires and brakes, to heating units, water pumps, brake lines and gasket seals. We’re now looking in to replacing the transfer case because the 4-wheel drive doesn’t work. The dash panel because the gauges are mostly useless. And it needs a new alternator. Could we get any luckier? We have put so much money in to this truck that no matter how craptastic it gets, there is almost no point in selling it. Not that we can, but we might as well keep fixing it. At some point we’ll just end up with a new truck.
Anyway, I think I’m going to have to start driving it. I might not want to. I don’t know if it will even run once I get my hands on it. But I do know that my husband can NOT afford to keep driving it. He is living in Chicago. It is expensive there. He wants to run home every weekend. This thing takes mucho dollars at the gas pump. I have our Grand Am. Some days, probably most days, I don’t drive at all. My mom has a car I can borrow for my every other weekend treks to take the kids to their dad. It’s a much better idea that I drive the truck. So I’m going to bring it up to him. We’re going to have to figure out how to get all of his stupid toys for the sound system in to the car. And he’s going to have to deal with the switch. And also the change I make to the tinting. Because I can’t see out the windows damn it.
As I was leaving tonight to go and watch my brother’s kids so that my kid go out for a horseback riding lesson with my sister-in-law, my aunt called my mom for a rescue. She and her new husband were out and got a flat tire. My mom drove out to where they were. They. Forgot. There. Was. A. Spare. I wish I was kidding. Because it wasn’t staring in their faces when they opened the trunk, they assumed there wasn’t one. So my mom pulled everything out of their trunk. Pulled the spare and jack out of the trunk. Jacked up the car. And got them started on their merry tire changing adventure. Oh the hilarity! What a bunch of morons!
Please stop fucking saying my kid does not need a shower when I tell them he/she/they need one. People need to shower more than once a week. Regardless of what you do. It is true. People shower. They shower to get clean. Getting clean is one of those personal hygiene type things I am trying to teach them. You saying they don’t need a shower only gets it in to their heads that they do not need one which only makes my life more difficult. Knock it the fuck off. If you do not wish to shower, go ahead and smell like shit. I do not care. My kids will shower. Regardless your warped opinion on the matter.
This should be titled Things My Husband Would Say.
(Source: i-am-the-m0cking-jay, via befriendingwoodpeckers-deactiva)
So C is in counseling. His counselor irked me the other day, but he is the counselor and I am letting him work through things the way he is trained to do. I am not trained to counsel or maybe my kid would not feel the way he does. C told me that he is not able to concentrate at school and is having a hard time understanding/comprehending things in class. This is why he hates going and hates certain subjects, he can’t understand what is going on. Valid thought there bud. So I called the counselor to see if it was something he dealt with on his end. He said no. Go through the primary doctor and see what they say. Ugh. I also called the teacher and left a message. I want to see what her take is on his classroom behaviors. If it is not something like ADHD or ADD, then maybe he needs a tutor or a more remedial setting in order to meet his potential. As his mom, I obviously think he is way too smart and should not need help. But I have to look at this as objectively as possible. So on to more fun with C and whatever is going on with him.
I hate when people do this. You can not afford Red Lobster, you do not eat at Red Lobster. That is a pretty simple concept. All anyone seems to want these days is a free ride from everywhere and everyone. Go get your damn IHOP breakfast, Red Robin for lunch and the buffet for dinner. An entire days worth of meals for free. But NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO… Let us complain that a high end restaurant, that does cost about $100 for two adults to eat if they order carefully, isn’t handing out free lobster dinners. Really? FREE LOBSTER DINNER? You think you will get a FREE LOBSTER DINNER? Geesh. Make one your damn self. It is cheaper.
Someone throw this man a cheddar biscuit, a Coke and a smile.
(Source: sade)
It seems to me that sending in the dash panel of your vehicle while you still require it as transportation, is a bad idea. Sure, you can use our GPS navigation thinga-maj-jig to tell how fast you are going. But…you have no other gauges. Gas. Oil. RPM’s. Etc. I don’t even think it’s legal to drive without it. It’s for sure not recommended you drive with a speedometer that only works when it feels like it. Which is obviously why we need to get the dash panel fixed. I get that. I know none of the gauges really work anyway, but…um…this plan does not seem fool proof.
Oh yeah, and if you follow the saga of our never-ending vehicle problems, particularly those of ghetto truck, we need a new alternator for it. The joys never end.