Ok, first off, the title. I was listening to music today in the car, and at the end of the song it says...'Thank god for good directions....and turnip greens.' That just killed me. It seemed so random. The song is about a country kind of guy, who is at work, when a city girl comes by and asks for directions to the interstate. So, he gives her directions. As she is driving off, he is kicking himself for not getting her name/number, and like any happy ending country song, she comes back. All very sweet. Of course when I heard it later, at the very beginning it mentions he is selling turnip greens from his truck, (and eating a pork rind?!) but still, turnip greens are good, so I thank god for 'em anyhow. I do like collard greens better I think...what's the difference? They do taste a lil' different. What exactly is a collard? I don't think it's another name for turnip anyhow.
There's a guy at Dakota's school...well, actually it's one of the kids dads that I see almost everyday. We don't talk or anything, just do the polite wave and "heyhowareya" thing. Anyhow, I always thought he looked like an overweight Tony Danza. Over the summer he must have went on some radical diet, because he now looks like a skinny Tony Danza. His hair is really unhealthy looking, so, I wonder what exactly he did to himself or contracted. Just something I have been pondering.
So, I was driving back home after picking up Dakota from school and guess what happened? Seriously, I want you to guess before you just go ploughing on through the reading. Was I attacked by a deranged clown on a unicycle? No, but that would have been noteworthy. Abducted by aliens? Nope. See, now that makes what I am about to say seem so mundane. Oh well.
Anyhow! I was driving home, and I realize that my foot hadn't moved off the gas pedal but I was slowing down anyway. I watched the speedometer drop from 37 to 30, to 25, to 20, to ack! 15...then I hit my hazards and hoped no one got really pissed at me. I hit the gas and it revs up like I'm gonna zoom off to outer space and the car just does a big -chunk- move. It's like when people first learn how to drive clutch and don't know how to do it yet. Oh yeah, it's the transmission.
I call Bob and he says to just try to get to the gas station and get some fluid for it. I was already heading there, but the fluid was a good idea. I limp into the gas station and get some automatic transmission fluid, and pour it in there. The stinkin' thing doesn't want to change from reverse to drive or drive to reverse or move at all at any rate. I manage to get it most of the way home, when I look at the speedometer and see I am going 2.5 miles per hour and there's a line of cars building up behind me. I am pumping that gas pedal like there's no tomorrow, but all I am getting is VROOOOOOO, with no M to complete the move. I pull out to a side road and try to gain some momentum to finish off the drive. Finally I end up in my parking lot, but it won't go anymore. I get out and start pushing. : ( One of the maintenance guys sees me, and offers to help me push it to a parking spot. : D Yay! It's parked and I am finally home...about an hour after I left work.
Anyhow, something is leaking...a lot. I really hope it is a seal, or some tubing, or a filter or some other 59 cent item. I really hope it is not totally screwed. And you know I just paid it off! Gah!
Welp, the tow truck guy just came and picked up the sick Neon. There is a trail of car blood behind it. It was a vicious scene. All this made me realize how much I love and depend on my little Neon of loveliness. I miss it already.
Anyhow, I wanted to give you some funny anecdotes of work-life recently, but that will have to wait a bit. I think I am all typed out for now.
I think I have said this before, but, I will try to be a bit more responsible with my blogging. No more hit or miss binging and vomiting of a billion words. I will try to type in moderation in a more reliable fashion. It's harder to get back up on that blog wagon when you have fallen off than I thought!
See you later kiddos, love ya lots!
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