I know I really shouldn’t complain, things could be a lot worse; we could have had a huge earth quake that sucked me right to the centre of the earth. Or the west could have been hit by a hurricane and I would have been like Dorothy in the Wizard of Oz flying off in this tiny trailer with my two Toto’s, well a Kato and a Laila; but close enough. I could go down the yellow brick road looking for a narcissist with a heart. Oops was that my out loud voice?
So, I have been trying to catch up on replying to comments the past two days because I was without a phone for 24 hours. (It felt more like several days)
Let me start from the beginning, remember Thursday? How excited I was and smiling? Remember? Well I went to the dentist and had the last two teeth pulled; all by myself without my mommy to hold my hand; and he put in my dentures. He cautioned me that they won’t be perfect, they need to be adjusted several times and some times it can be a year before they are exactly the way you want them.
I am not impressed so far. For $4000 I was expecting more. The metal shows right in front which I wasn’t expecting. I don’t know what I was expecting; no one told me what to expect and I didn’t ask. My bad I guess. It doesn’t really matter because I didn’t have any choice really. The first day of course they were uncomfortable because I just had two teeth pulled but I took 3 regular strength Tylenol and that was it for pain medication. I heal so fast that by the next day I didn’t need anything.
Good thing I ate breakfast because I didn’t eat again until almost 9 pm the next night. I was starving and had a DQ parfait for supper last night. The first night I was gagging all night because I gag easily any way. But that feeling has left me and I managed to eat some pasta last night when I got home.
Anyway, after the dentist I drove into Surrey to drop off my income taxes for the years 2007-2011 because I hadn’t filed them yet and I should have GST cheques coming which will help me move. Surrey is where JC lives and it is a big place, the likelihood of running into him is slim but still I hate going any where near the place and get a knot in my stomach every time. Combine that with my gagging reflex and I was in fine shape!
The dogs wanted to pee in the worst way so we took a little walk but we had to get going and I had only brought one leash. The truck started running really rough, missing, surging, and I could smell exhaust fumes in the cab of the truck. Great! I got to the taxation office minutes too late! After having to park a mile away and running around unable to find it. So I wasted time and fuel; but now I know where to go on Monday when I do it again.
I took the pups for a walk Kato buggered off and wouldn’t come, then he saw a huge rottie behind a fence (thank the good Lord) and had to go over and start a fight and pissing match through the fence. It’s easy to be a tough guy when you’ve got a 6′ high chain link fence between you and the much young , much bigger, dog you are trying to impress, so he was in no hurry to come when I called.
There was a cop parked down the road and he must have been wondering what the hell was going on. Complete chaos is what was going on! The Dog Whisperer I’m not! Believe me I was NOT whispering!
All the onlookers would have seen would have been a blondish coloured dog go running up to the fence barking. Me running with Laila in the opposite direction to get the truck. Me throwing Laila into the truck, quite literally. Cursing and swearing; mumbling under my breath about killing Kato and never letting him off his leash again. Then trying to “rush” to where Kato is now in full force macho “You want a piece of me? Uh? You wanna piece of me?” Mode.
My truck is back firing, stalling, surging and doing a bunny hop kinda thing. I pull up along side where Kato is and roll down my window and yell for him to come which goes totally ignored by him and had every other head for 5 blocks look in my direction.
Laila climbed up my back and was now on top of my head trying to get out the window so she could get a piece of the action. I grabbed her and threw her back on the seat and she went for the window again right over top of me like I wasn’t there.
I couldn’t even get out of the truck she was so intent on ripping that dog apart. I had to roll up the windows. Luckily I had loaded my water gun earlier in the day and had ammo left. A few well aimed shots of water in the face calmed her down a bit.
Unable to get out of the truck Laila started egging Kato on barking her fool head off. I know she was saying, “Get him, get him, don’t let him talk to you like that, rip em to shreds!! Come on!! Do ya want me to show ya how?!”
I yelled at Laila to shut up and gave her one more shot in the face and as she was sputtering I called Kato again and miracles of miracles I broke his trance, he looked at me with a look like Oh there you are. Took a few steps in my direction looked back at the rottie and then trotted across the road right in front of a car and got in the truck.
Laila was giving him kisses and he had a grin from ear to ear panting with his tongue hanging out like he knew he was King Studly Hungwell. I am disheveled, sweating, red faced and fuming reading Kato the riot act and we pulled away. Coughing and sputtering down the road.
I got out of that neighbourhood and pulled into a Canadian Tire to see what the problem was with the truck. It was getting dark now but I parked under a lamp standard and had two flashlights. My exhaust pipe had come loose from the manifold. Not a problem I’ll just tighten the bolt but upon closer inspection I see that the manifold has broken away at the bolt hole.
I went into Canadian Tire and bought some gasket making goop and went out to try and patch it some how. It was torrential rain by now, I had my cell in my coat pocket, my rain coat spread inside under the hood, my umbrella in hand and proceeded to climb right inside under the hood with my high heels on. Well wouldn’t you know I slipped, caught myself and only banged against the side of the truck; right on my phone.
Shattered the screen totally. I had a major melt down! Went home, cried for an hour, went to bed, got up, cried for 1/2 an hour, got my shit together, made a little bit of money, got my money back for the electric fireplace I bought for the trailer and went and bought myself another phone. A used Blackberry for $150.
*sigh* now I am going to try again to fix my truck. But its been running pretty good ever since.
The continuing saga of me. 🙂
So that was my last couple of days. All’s well that ends well they say.