Doxie Proxy

Hello, Dolly!

Oh, happy day! The mechanic called, and the transmission will cost a hair over $2K! We were expecting $3.2K-$4.5K, so this is freaking AWESOME news! Of course, it sucks monkey paws that we’ll be out $2K, but I get my sweet baby back! Momma misses her! My dear, sweet, precious kick-arse AC SUV! w00t! w00t! w00t!

*dance*

Transformers 2

We just returned from seeing this movie. While it was quite entertaining, funny, and well worth the few bucks it cost us to see it, we came away with very negative feelings regarding a couple of points:

1. Why on Earth did they feel the need to stick so much vulgar language in this movie? It’s based on kid’s toys and cartoons, for pete’s sakes. Did you really have to stick the “p-word” in there? Did it just “make” the movie? What’s next? Transformers 3 with the “n-word” or maybe one robot calling another one a d*ckhead? Completely, absolutely unecessary.

2. Megan Fox. What is up with those lips? She was incredibly gorgeous in the last movie. What is the deal? How freaking old are you? Did you really have to get the lips lookin’ like someone smacked you a good one? She’s much less attractive with those big ol’ lips. Nasty. Tacky.

3. The idiot blonde who sat 2 seats to my left. Can you not read, you imbecile? The part where the 2 feet tall letters on the screen said NO TEXTING, this meant you, idiot. After I asked you nicely once, merely asking if you minded, because it was really distracting, you nod and make the “Oh, of course!” motions, then you proceed to do it for another 20 minutes! When you try to hide the friggin’ phone behind your purse, do you not still understand that the screen you’re so busy texting on lights up your seat like a flashlight? Why must you look over and see me glaring to get you to put the #$@#$ phone in your purse? Why? God forbid, I hope one day it’s legal to just smack the crap out of someone in a theater, because people who text and people who run their loud mouths would be first on my list.

4. What was up with the two small cars who played, well, thugs, replete with poor diction, gold teeth, no language skills and bad attitudes? Why would you want to include characters like that in any movie, unless it’s a lesson on what “not” to be like? The “bust a cap in yo ass” and the “p-word” (God, I sound like such a prude, but I HATE that word) were par for the course for the lines assigned to these characters. Completely idiotic characters, I might add. Stupid, stupid, stupid, and the move makers could have found a better way to add humor into the movie.

Doh. Ambien kicking in. (Trouble sleeping this week. Still no word on the transmission. Sigh)

Thankful

I found a fantastic coupon last week, and immediately called to schedule an appointment. It was for a professional carpet cleaning (by a company I trust), entire house, up to 2500 square feet, including stairs and deodorizing, for $99. (Plus gas fee, I’m sure.) In the words of my beloved MMORPG brethren, “w00t!”

As I think (long story - don’t ask) we’ll be moving in a few months, I’ve been wanting to start packing, slowly but steadily. Tonight, I started. Mister and I have planned to do some rearranging/cleaning for a little bit Wednesday through Friday, and we started that tonight, as well. Bless his heart, he just asked me what I needed him to do, and went right to it. How lucky can one woman get? (man-wise) My goal is to A) of course, make sure the house is clean (every room) when carpet fellows come by, as they’ll be all throughout the house, and B) when I notice things that we don’t really use but once in a blue moon, to go ahead and pack it. I have several (read: 60?) boxes of all sizes, and am hoping to cut down on what we eventually have to pack, as well as give me a big chance to donate or, more likely, throw away stuff. Yes, I know.. perfectly good stuff that someone else can use, especially in this economy, and adding to landfills and etc. We’re talking torn clothes that I don’t think can be used for crafts, chipped bowls and dog food that the dogs didn’t eat and the cat tried to bury. Things like that. (And probably as many old, ragged tee-shirts that I can convince Mister he no longer needs.) I filled up 2.5 packed boxes tonight, plus about half of a donate box that I’ll be taking to work. A dear, dear friend has a daughter that’s going through a rough time, and I’m hoping she can use what we don’t.

I talked to my dad last week - ON A WEBCAM! How funny is that? He has surprised me with how tech-savvy he’s become in the last few years. He’s always had a great mind about how things work, and has always loved gadgets used in the shop, but he’s turned out to be a bona-fide geek, and I’m so proud of him.

My dad is one of my best friends. God, how I love him.

Here’s to you, Daddy!

Tags: Daddy

Worried

I scheduled this past Friday off, just so I could have a ‘me’ day. I had great plans, beginning with getting up very early, and going to eat breakfast at this great breakfast, lunch -n- brunch place right down the road. I did this, and feasted with glee on a plate of crab benedict as I joyfully made a list of my errands for the day. 2 hours later, I was about a mile from the house when my SUV started to make a weird noise. I made it home, pulled into the garage, then thought perhaps I should just take it on to the mechanic, who was only down the road a 1/2 mile or so. I put the car into reverse……and nothing.

My transmission is dead.

$3200 for a rebuilt one/$4500 for a new one.

I haven’t cried yet, but my supposedly wonderful day off went completely to hell, and I’m so upset. Between Abigail’s procedures and medication, my savings isn’t what I want it to be, and I don’t want to have to dip into my 401K to fix this effing car. (Pardon the language.)

It’s going to the shop tomorrow, but we’ve already started to look for another car.

Sigh.