Miss Hope got her van back today. I am relieved to say that it wasn't a major thing like a whole engine replacement. Apparently, the van is a 6 cylinder running machine. One of said cylinders had a messed up coil so it wasn't firing correctly. Are you kidding me? That one tore up cylinder made everyone who rode in or heard this van think that the engine was going to literally fall out on the road or blow up. We were already shopping around for another vehicle because I'm not about having engines blow up or fall out. I got an issue with the whole thing, though. Six cylinders. I mean, come on here. If there's six, wouldn't it stand to reason that if one kicks out...the other five left can keep up the work? You buy a dozen eggs and normally don't use all twelve at once. Right? Just goes to show that man-made things aren't reliable after all. So, the oil is changed, I assumed tires rotated, two recalls fixed, and all SIX cylinders are working in harmony. I feel much safer thinking about driving four hours one way this weekend.
I need to find another day in the week somewhere. Preferably a day that is half weekday and half weekend. Why? Because that way everyone can go to school and work while Mama does her thing. I'm not such an ogre that I don't want the rest of the family to have something to enjoy, so make the latter half a weekend day. I think that sounds perfectly fair.
I also need to have a talk with clothes designers. They seem to think all women are at least 5'10" tall that wear pants. I am 5'6" and consider myself a woman of average height. I come from a family of shorties. Pretty much all the women are shorter than I am and have to buy petites. I am not petite in stature. Yet, all my pants seem to be 2-4 inches too long (forgive me for not converting to that metric system, my Canadian friends!) Designer Dudes? I am not buying a gazillion pair of chunky heels just to wear pants. That's just not right. Not when those cute ballerina flats are in style. And I love me some ballerina flats. They take me back to high school where we wore them with youthful abandon. I just wish I had hung on to them. My instincts told me those rockin' 80's styles would come back around. They were too cool not to. Anyway, I'm having issues with lengths of pants and thought I would use my personal forum to vent about them.
Now it's time to wake up the little sleeping bear who never takes a nap but decided to today because it's the one day of the week Mama has to go pick up the older kids from school because Dad has a stupid dipwad coming in that doesn't know how to hold his alcohol and walk in public.