Tuesday, July 31, 2007
woe is me
Just when you think things are kinda bad...something disasterous happens! Everyone who knows me, knows I HATE my minivan. But now that it's completely out of commission, I feel the word hate was a bit hasty on my part. I now of course LOVE and miss it, and am deeply sorry for all the hurt I've caused by my cursing it so! Ian & I have the worst of luck with vehicles...actually I do not believe in luck, but if we didn't have bad luck we'd have no luck at all. The transmission has gone out in our beautiful lovely ever so missed minivan! Sadly since we drive an older minivan the repairs are going to cost more than what the van is probably actually worth. But we gave the mechanic the go ahead to fix it anyway, because we are in no way able to buy and make payments on a new/er van. We own the one we have and don't have to worry about a car payment every month...so that alone is worth making the needed repairs. But until the van is fixed I am carless and miserable...stuck in the middle of summer with 4 kids, who are itching to get to the swimming pool, and parks, and all the other fun summertime activities they are missing out on. And in turn are making my life even more crazy from their absolute need for stimulation outside of our home, and their definite boredome! Hopefully in 2 weeks we will have our love home.
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5 comments:
Hope you get the van back quickly!
wow, i hope you get your van back soon too. i don't know what i would do without a vehicle. i definitely depend on it too much!
Hey there, I to share in your pain, we have three cars now with Noah driving and we just put two in the shop, and I seem to be the one carless. Atleast I am not tempted to go shopping. I enjoy your blogs. You should post your l/outs from the other night, take care. Pam
I knew you would come to love that van at some point. LOL
At least you have your Mom's car for a little while.
Oh wow, you poor thing! I know how much you relied on your van (even if you did tell it that it stunk.)
I can't even imagine having four stir-crazy children during summer.
You must be a saint.
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