Tuesday, December 29, 2009

A Little Mortified...

There has been a good bit of activity in life since I posted.

First, you will remember my car battery dying on me at the gas pump and how I replaced the battery. What I failed to mention was that from the moment the new battery was installed, my car developed a little hiccup. When moving out of first into second gear, it gave a little jump. I didn’t think much about it, but when it kept it up, I thought it best that I maybe didn’t drive it.

So, my dad allowed me the use of his little red pickup truck and my car sat. I was letting it sit until the 15th of December, because I was holding out all sorts of hope of receiving a Christmas bonus.

Didn’t happen. Not even a Jelly of the Month Club membership (name that movie)

So, after the 15th, I took my car to a very reputable repair guy in Hermitage, Tennessee who took a look at it and told me he was afraid it might be my transmission.


So, I drove it over to Transmission Masters in LaVergne and left it overnight for them to take a look at it too. I stressed to them that this was a problem that had not occurred until AFTER the new battery was replaced. They had worked on a couple of different cars that my little brother had and I made sure that they knew how much he BRAGGED about the great work they did for him.

They called me the next morning with the news that it was NOT my transmission. As far as they could tell, it had something to do with the electrical system and/or car computer. AND, they were such stand up kinda fellows (and I BRAGGED about them so much) that they didn’t charge me anything to test out my car.

On a side note: where the heck is the computer in my car? Is there just a reboot button somewhere that I can find and save myself the trouble?

Since I had been waiting to purchase Christmas gifts to see if there would be a bonus, and that had not come through, I was faced with the notion that I would have to either (1) take my car to the dealer and not purchase Christmas gifts for anyone, or (2) keep driving the little red truck, purchase fewer Christmas gifts than in years past and take my car in after the first of the year.

I went with option two.

I am very, very grateful that my father has allowed me the use of the truck. What I forgot to realize was that there is a little magnetic side on the driver door of Dad’s pickup. It’s got a picture of a poodle and it has the words: I “heart” my Poodle on it.

I’ve been driving around town with this little signage for all the world to see. I don’t really heart my Dad’s poodle. I tolerate him. My father LOVES him though… and that is the most important part.

I hit the drive thru for breakfast this morning. When I pulled up to the window, the lady there started oooooing and ahhhhing over the decal on the door. I had to explain I was in my father’s truck because, well, I am just not one for car d├ęcor (UK allegiance does not count) and I’m not really hearting the poodle.

But, I am grateful. I will remain grateful whilst driving the red pickup around town.

Happy New Year.


Mary said...

Grateful is harder to come by on some days.

Mary said...

Love the new picture. Nice job. I'm assuming you took it. :)

Two Rivers Stampin' Club said...

This makes me laugh!! I sure miss you! Where are you going to church?

r5monkys said...

Two Rivers Stamp Club?

That wass me...Nat.