I had consulted Facebook last week to see if anyone knew how to open the taillight of my car so that I could replace the turn signal bulb. The general consensus was that I should take it to Autozone. My cousin Tyler said a sledge hammer, which I declared was not helpful, thank you very much. Though as the morning went on, I started thinking it may not be such a bad idea after all... After we dropped Olivia at school, I took Jacob to Autozone. I already had bought the bulbs at Wal*Mart, but I needed to get them from Autozone for them to put it in for me. Okay whatever. Well Bubba down at Autozone was no better at it than I was. He couldn't get the thing off either. Gee thanks, jerk. The only good thing was that I found where to screw that piece back on that I took off and couldn't find where it came from later. Good thing I didn't have to ask ole Dumb as a Rock. So I went all the way across town to this tire place that Danielle had taken her car to one time. This place is all the way down past Danielle and Darren's. On 51, there were cops in the middle of the street, stopping all the cars, and there were a bunch of cars pulled over on the sides of the road. I thought there was an accident, but it turns out the Po-Po were stopping everyone to check for Driver's Licenses. I guess the people pulled over didn't have them... I didn't realize it was a tire place until I got there, but I gave it a shot anyway. The guy there told me that they would be able to do it, but not right now because they were swamped. "Try Autozone." Pfft. He also suggested Advance Auto Parts. So we trucked back there, which was between Autozone and where we were now, but closer to Autozone, pretty far out. Ugh. Went through the police checkpoint again... So we get there, and I'm told that they don't do that, only wiper blades and batteries. Grr. When we got back in the car, I turned off the CD and switched it to the radio. The song, Before He Cheats, by Carrie Underwood was on. She was giving me good ideas of what I should do to the stinking car haha. I was already contemplating driving it out into a field and running away, or driving it out into the field and shooting it. Replacing the turn signal bulb with a stick of dynamite crossed my mind. The song, ("...Louisville Slugger to both headlights...") mixed with Tyler's sledge hammer suggestion, and my own field ideas, made me think of the movie Office Space, where they take the fax machine that is always being a pain into the middle of a field and smash it to oblivion. I'm really not violent, I promise, I was just frustrated haha. I went to yet another place, Valvoline, yet farther up 51 past Autozone. Finally, they were able to help me! Yay! Ten dollars and unforetold gas and car mileage later.
So the turn signal now works, and my wiper blades are taken care of. The only other grievance I have about my car is with my speakers. The two up front don't work, but that is more of a nuisance, not a priority for safety or anything. I don't think they are blown out, which is possible, but sometimes they randomly pop on. It started with the passenger side up front, and I never knew it wasn't working until it would come back on. Now neither of the front speakers work. I faded the sound to the front only the other day to check, because it seemed like I couldn't hear the music very well, and nothing came out. Michelle was saying to me, when I was asking for turn signal advice, that maybe it wasn't the bulb, that it could be a fuse. It turned out to be the bulb, but I'm thinking it could be fuses with my speakers, since they come on sometimes. So hopefully that's it. Cheaper fix. If the speakers need to be replaced, I will just go without.
Dumb car. When and if I find my fly boy boyfriend, I will get him to buy me a Beetle convertible. Haha. I don't know if I've mentioned him on here before. Probably not. My friend Kate and I came up with a plan. I am on the search for a boyfriend with a private jet, so that she can come visit whenever, and I can go visit Pennsylvania on a whim. Or where ever we please. Maybe he can come, too.
So that was the end of the car calamity. Or so I thought. Duh duh DUN. We returned to Autozone, to return the bulbs to Bubba. Jacob was "very thirsty." He wanted pink lemonade, which they didn't have. He picked out orange soda, which I wasn't sure he was going to drink, but, against my better judgement, got him anyway. I gave it to him when we got in the car. He took a sip, and he was like, "I think this isn't pink lemonade." I told him that before I got it, and said that it was orange soda. "I think this looks very spicy." Which didn't make sense, I guess he meant tastes, and spicy I just don't know. Then he said, "it looks a little orange." "I told you, its orange soda." So he needed something else, and we went to a gas station down the street. They didn't have the elusive pink lemonade either, but he settled for apple juice. I buckled him in and gave it to him. The kids booster seats have cup holders in them, and he put the bottle in it. I told him that I thought it was going to dump, so that he had to hold it in his hands and not put it in the cup holder. The cup holder was bigger around than the bottle, and seemed very precarious. So he held it. Until at some point when he defied me and put it back in the cup holder. I made a turn and the back seat flooded. The whole thing was soaked. Including Olivia's precious plush football, which just as I expected, caused a ruckus when we picked her up.
As I said yesterday, one of Olivia's classmates had a birthday party this afternoon at Chuck E. Cheese. She immediately started her hysterics when I refused her the sopping football, which I just as quickly put the cabosh on by threatening to call Anthony and tell him we would not be coming to his birthday. She doesn't know that I don't have his phone number, which she doesn't know he doesn't have.
So we went to Chuck E. Cheese and played games and the kids had pizza and cake. That's really all there is to say. We had a good time. We didn't leave until twenty after two, far past nap time. Jacob was already beginning to turn on me. I made them take naps when we got home. Or tried. Olivia didn't sleep. Jacob slept for an only an hour. I wasn't sure what taking a nap so late would mean at bedtime, but it was a chance I was willing to take. I would sell Danielle out and just escape this evening if things got hairy, rather than have two little Nightmares on Elm Street on my hands the rest of the day. They were relatively okay. I don't know if Danielle would agree. It seems to me that they just act up on a Tuesday night anyway. I don't know what it is.
Amanda texted me and asked what we were up to. I said the kids were napping, but that Olivia wasn't sleeping anyway, so I might as well let her out of her cage and that Amanda and Barrett could come play. So we hung out with them.
After Olivia's gymnastics, we went to shopping for a dress for Danielle. We found a nice one. Then she got this other one. Just kidding, I was talking about the one she bought when I said we found a nice one. Now comes the extra fun part. Shoes! I said we should wait until this weekend, when we can shop sans children. I will also have to have her put it on and we'll go through her jewels to see how to accessorize it.
That's pretty much it. It all seemed more frantic at the time. I guess you had to have been there.
xoxo, Travvy
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