The weather here in South Carolina is beautiful. The pollen is awful though, so I decided I would hop in the truck and head North Friday afternoon to escape the pollen. I went to visit an old friend and had a really great time.
Saturday morning I got up and decided to head North again. I went to a birthday party for a set of 6 year old twins that I once babysat. Hadn't seen them in about a year. Wow, they don't stay babies long.
I took the hubby's car trailer along with me so I could pick a car up for my best friend's mom. About an hour into my ride the truck starts making funny noises...well as funny as they get for a diesel. I pull over, put the hood up and start wiggling belts like hubby taught me. LOL (I hope ya'll are picturing this) Well, sure enough one was loose. I am about 15 minutes from a Ford dealership where the hubby once worked, so I call and tell them what is going on. The dude wants to know what belt is loose. Hellooooooo dickwad, I have pretty much reached my limit with mechanical abilities here. Anywho, it was some kind of idle tension shit. They fixed and I'm on my happy fatass way.
Party was great. Visited again with a friend then I go to get the car. Yeah, I'm a redneck woman like that and can load the car up by myself and shit...well, me and the wench. I'm on the way home, windows down....singing along with some fine ass Trace Adkins when I happen to glance outta my side mirror. Holy goat pellets, I look like the fucking Clampets coming down the highway. Smoke is rolling as if there is a 20 acre field fire going on. STrange thing....I'm in almost the EXACT same spot I first broke down in. WTF, are there heebie jeebie boo daddies hiding there or something? I pull over, get out, and the damn trailer tire is where the smoke is coming from. SO here I stand with my fat ass on the side of the highway, tire smoking, laughing as if the funniest comedian in the world is on stage telling me jokes. The wheel bearing or WTFE ya call it had went out. I refused to pay $125 for a trailer tire, so I happily pull the car home with only 3 tires on the trailer. Worked for me.
Anywho, this is a brief example of how my weekend went. There were a few more incidents, but that's enough to share.
Hope your's had less "user pitstops" than mine did.
Next weekend will be better. Or I will be a drunk bitch.
The one thing I did realize....the more I laughed when the BS happened, the less stressful it was. So next time your day is going to hell....LAUGH. If ya don't have anything to laugh at, think of me and that will get ya rolling.
Love ya to all of my friends!!
