I Think I Will Have a Stoke in My Eye Today: Part I

Geez, can anything else go wrong sometimes?!!!! Where do I start? Who wants to listen? Oh, well, perhaps writing about it, will relieve some stress, and I can stroke out later:

A few months ago, I was driving a sardine sized two-door car, with the intentions of selling such car, after my taxes arrived, and I could buy another car. Squishing two teenagers into that car was getting to be an Olympian event, even though the car helped me look "cool".

Well, that stupid car was onto me, and decided to just blow its transmission! This was before it was paid off and before my taxes were even filed! I did the mature thing, which was to walk home and cry.

I found a car to borrow, while my second car was being repaired. Upon repair of the second car, the loaner was sold. "No problem", I thought, "I still have at least one car, until I can get a backup."

I thought wrong. Second car takes the long and winding road to Lawndale, NC, then makes a funny shimmy. I thought it was the wind.

Wrong, again.

To get to the point, by the time I got close to my office, the rear axle was pretty much incinerated. I got to park by an auto parts store, leave my car there, and do the walk of shame to my office.

I became a woman with no cars. How to get the children to school? How to get to work? How to get anywhere? A sympathetic co-worker (aka: angel!) loaned me his van. It was a great way to travel, in that it was a big as a small home. The kids thought were were the Trumps. They failed to realize that this house on four wheels was bleeding me dry in gas.

Two weeks later, and a bit broke, my tax refund came in, and I went to search for a car. I actually found a nice one, considering that I had to depart with a large chunk of money to pay off the former car.

This car, or jeep, rather, is pretty nice, but I figure it'll explode or fall to pieces, now that I'm paranoid about the stability of any car I have or will ever own.

The biggest flaw at this time, is that the gas handle does not work. This is a hoot, as I am "gas handle challenged". Me driving a car with a broken gas handle, is the equivalent of giving a starving lion a garden salad. It's pointless!

So, until I get this problem fixed, and hopefully it will be the only problem, I put gas in the jeep, drive, put gas in the jeep, hold my breath if it makes the least little sputter, and wonder when I'll find myself on the side of the road, with no gas can.

My friends and co-workers should take bets on this one.