Grab a cuppa, I’m running late but I’m here!
If we were having coffee I’d admit to having nothing even remotely entertaining to share – as in the biggest writers block I’ve had in a very long time. I’ve been staring at this blank page for longer than I care to admit. But, I’m not a quitter so I’m going to do my best to share because that’s what I do! Perhaps yesterday’s events sucked my good spirit mojo. Ever have one of those days? One of those, no good lousy days? Yeah, I had that yesterday and I ended up just shutting my shit down, trying to avoid my emails and texts, and I attempted to get lost in a good book. Sadly the book was boring so it just added to my no good lousy day – or maybe the book was boring because of my no good lousy day. Which ever the case, reading was not my salvation, it was yet another unsatisfying chore.
If we were having coffee I’d tell you how it all went down. For the past several weeks, I’ve noticed an exhaust/burning smell in my car. Oddly enough it kicks in just as I get to the carpool line to drop BabyScandal off and oddly enough it goes away if I shut the air/heat off. I’ve mentioned it to Big Poppa, he has even experienced it himself but he has insisted I’m being a worrywart and nothing is wrong with the car. (side note: I’d like to point out that this is not the first time my assumptions that something is broken – i.e.: fridge, last car, dishwasher, have all been poo-pooed only to be proven true. For once in my life I don’t like being right) My old car, the one prior to the current one was the same make and model as this one, just and older version. When I pointed out trouble with that car it was poo-pooed and we later discovered there was in fact a known issue with the car that could’ve resulted in it literally catching on fire while not in use. Fucking fancy electrical units in foreign cars that are smarter than they need to be. Anyway…back to yesterday. As we pull into the carpool line, the smell of smoke is so strong it’s literally pouring from the vents…smoke is coming from the vents of my car. I immediately shut the heat off and notice smoke coming from the hood of my car, up near the windshield. We roll down the windows and proceed through the carpool line. I’m a mom, I’ve got shit to do, kids to deliver, groceries to buy, articles to write…ain’t nobody got time for a smokey car. Plus, I don’t want to freak the kids out any more than they already are…and did I mention Big Poppa was out of town? Of course he was. I quickly drop Scandalito off, dash into the grocery store and get home. The smell of smoke never leaves the car, in fact, it only gets worse. Now I’m all alone and freaking out. We are in a new city, I don’t have a mechanic, I don’t know where the rental car dealership is, Big Poppa is on a plane and I have a handful of hours to get my shit sorted because carpool duty starts at 3PM.
If we were having coffee I’d tell you that of course my first stop in figuring this out was to hit my Nerds up on Viber. It warms my heart to know Nikki texted her dad who knows a thing or two about cars – he told me not to drive it and he’d come look at it, sadly, we live several hours and states away – but the offer was nice. All I could think was how the old car could’ve caught on fire sitting in my garage. To say I was freaking out would be an understatement. And Lola offered to help me find a rental dealership – she’s in Canada people! My Nerds are my best girls – they rallied behind me and gave the the virtual hug I needed to get my shit sorted. I ended up calling my realtor, and old friend from college days. He saved the day. He came over, realized it was a major oil leak, called his mechanic, we took in the car and he dropped me off at the rental place…all before Big Poppa could land and return my copious texts about how much I hate this fancy ass ultimate driving machine car that is a bigger pain in the ass than it’s worth. Needless to say, my day was shot – it was after lunch before I got home with my rental – I hadn’t eaten or showered and the stress was physically exhausting. The big red warning light clicked on just as I pulled into the mechanic’s shop. He explained that it should be an easy fix (but since it’s a foreign car, easy does not mean cheap) but given the state of the leak, I was moments away from being stranded on the side of the road. I don’t know about you guys but that is a huge fear of mine…huge. I realize it sounds silly but I’m just being honest. I’m a big fat control freak, I readily admit that, and when I don’t have control of a situation, I freak out. Normally I keep my freak out to myself, but since I have my Nerds now, I let my crazy out on them. They are the best therapy in the world. Love me or leave me baby, that’s how I roll. No closure on the car yet but Big Poppa will be home at lunchtime and he can handle that shit – he’s the car guy. I will say, loud words were spoken last night about how much I hate this car and how expensive it is to maintain and how unnecessarily big and fast it is and how I’d be much happier with something smaller and easier to parallel park…so a trade in could be acoming. Fingers crossed on that one.
If we were having coffee I’d tell you about the two cool shows I started recapping for Romance@Random. First off is a show on FX called The Americans – it stars Felicity and the gay brother from Brothers & Sisters. It’s set in the 80s and has outstanding time specific product placements. The Americans tells the story of two KGB agents, planted in America to spy for Russia. It is down and dirty, full of sex and intrigue. Don’t get too close to one character because pretty much no one is safe. It’s recieved tons of accolades and honestly, it deserves all of them. It’s a well written show that will keep you on the edge of your seat. Here’s my first recap: The Americans. Next up, I’ve started recapping Scandal. Scandal on Scandal baby! I just sent last night’s episode over to my editor to post. Do you watch Scandal? Holy fucking cow, last night – what the fuck happened?!!? I’ll try to come back later today and attach the link to my recap. Oh, and watching Scandal while following the Twitter feed discussion about it is a little slice of snarky heaven. How on Earth did we ever watch tv without Twitter?
If we were having coffee I’d ask what you have on tap for the weekend. Reading anything good? Going to the movies? Having kinky sex? We have the podcast tonight and we are doing an author interview with Nina G. Jones. I’m so excited – she’s funny on Facebook, I can’t wait to talk to her in real time.Whatever you do, I hope you have some belly laughs and I hope your car doesn’t catch on fire or cause you any sort of unnecessary grief. Chat with you later!