Stacey's Humorscope for today:
Time to start looking for a new car. Try to find one with more personality, this time! (And less of a sense of humor.)
That leads me to my day on Friday. (sigh)
After the fiasco of the hospital visit on Thurs Night, Martin decides to go to work on Friday. (We had to go over there, anyhow, to pick up his check, otherwise we would've been in "deep doo-doo")
Anyhow, as we're belting down the highway at about 65mph, i notice my RPM's have suddenly downshifted to ZERO. So, I was all "what the hell happened to the transmission??" We pull off to the side of the road, and realize it was not the transmission, but the car actually died....while going 65mph.
So, we're in a panic. At that point that morning, my contractions were 10-20 minutes apart, and now i'm stranded on the side of a country highway, with no transportation, or way to get martin's check, etc...
So, we find transportation from friends to take martin to work, and me back to my parent's, and then my dad takes me to martin's work to get the check, and Stacey comes to get me and drive me everywhere i needed to go that day. (THANKS STACEY!!)
Anyhow, my poor car, as of today, is still on the side of said country road. We figured out that the timing chain went out. This, on it's OWN, would cost about 700-800 bucks to fix. However, when martin went by the car on friday night, with his cousin, they discovered that the oil has metal shavings in it, which means when the timing chain broke, it sheared off some stuff inside the engine, which means we'd have to rebuild the engine. Uh, no. Too much money. We just need another car.
But, in the meantime, we're in BFE (that's "Bum-fuck Egypt", Stacey), and we have no way, besides the kindness of neighbors, to take me into the hospital, when i go into labor. This poses a problem. I managed to WILL away my 10-20 minute apart contractions, and they seem to have sort-of gone away. However, I was up til 2 this morning playing poker w/ "da boys" again, so I'm sure that didn't help the situation.
WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?? Do i need to see some sort of witch doctor to get rid of this bad luck?? Do we have a hex on us, or something??
On the upside, we met up w/ our new landlord on Saturday, and signed the papers for the new place. Phew. At least that's taken care of, and he seems like a pretty cool guy...he's not going to be a landlord Nazi, like the managers of this park. Plus, he's a computer geek, so he can't be too bad.
So.....What today brings, remains to be seen.
Pray for me!