Freaking cars.

I am going to complain in this post. I'm not a complainer for the most part. Today? Today I'm going to try it on. Alright, so in the spring I bought this cute little used Saab. It was supposed to be for my oldest daughter, Denna. At the time she was 16 and we 'thought' she was going to get her license soon. Ya with me? All good, right? I'm an awesome mom buying this for her before she even had a license, yes? Wellllll one day she was driving with my mom on the way home from guitar and she was doing 65, 66 in a 55 and my mom tells her she needs to slow it down a bit. Denna, all knowing teen that she is, says 'they don't even think about pulling you over until you're doing 70'. Two things. 1) How the hell does she know? b) Wrong ANSWER, Kitten! So, no license for a bit. Turns out she didn't want the Saab anyway, it's a manual. Whatever, she's going to learn manual just because my daughter is going to be able to drive whatever is in front of her if there is ever an emergency that she would need to.

In the mean time, my van (yes a minivan. Warning: Not a word out of you.) takes a dump. I am pissed but there's this guy that will fix it and blah blah blah. Whatever, fix it and get it back to me. That was...... May? Don't have it back yet. Another story and I'm not in the mood. Back to the Saab. I have it and it's just sitting there and so, I drive it. Oh man, it's cute and peppy for a little 4 banger and it's fuuuun to drive. Sunroof. Cool tunes. I'm digging a car? Yep, a car. I'm kind of a truck/suv girl in my heart. But this little baby, with 28 mpg, is niiice. So, I'm driving back from my office over in da burg yesterday morning and what's that? Above the hood. Smoke? Is that smoke?? Oh shit! I'm on the phone with my cellular carrier cause I can't log in to pay my bill, they changed everything and now I have to gobut she's not done with me. But I have to go. So I'm like-listen, I will figure this out when I get home, IF I get home. You did a great job so let me GO! Her (southern accent): Well thank you, have I answered all of your questions today? Click. Anyway. My temp gage was nearing the red. Uh oh. I want to try to make it to my mechanics place and he is only about 4 miles yet. I better not. So I pull over and wait and wait and wait. I can see where the fluid is steaming out. It's from a hose that runs from the radiator to the engine. Right where the clampy thingy is beside the engine, there popped a leak. I have antifreeze in my trunk. I fill it up and I'm on my way. I call the mechanic. Tell him I have to have the car back and running by tomorrow late afternoon, can it be done?? He says no problem. ....... ......... ........Here I sit. I have a date tonight with someone nice- that hot one from last week. And here I sit. I'm not ready for anyone to be at my house just yet. The mechanic hasn't called and well, he's not answering either. Dammmm dammmdammdam! I'm just complaining.


By the way, tomorrow night, Foo Fighters acoustic show in Philly. Gots my tickets and ready to roll. You know. If I have a car. (I will rent one, you got me???)

I'm still not feeling it with this writing thing. I'm impatient. I've noticed that. I'm trying though! You can tell me if I suck. I don't mind. Facts are facts. I'm outty fer now. Byes!