I just realized it was November that I last posted anything. Time to pay attention to my own life, I guess.
Of course, if anything has happened that was post-worthy, I would have posted it. That is a sad comment on my life. Just runs around on a circular track, passing the same things over and over; not noticing anything anymore. Summer in Arizona is not the best time of year for me. It tends to aggravate the health issues I have, just like with half the population here.
Got to put on my thinking cap and find something to post about:
• School is out- daughter home all summer.
• Got stuck in the Fiero when the engine stopped on the street—had enough movement to get into a parking lot—an hour of sitting in the car (under the sun roof) before we got it going again.
• Crocheting—always crocheting.
• Bad hair days—is there any other kind of day?
• Living with no money—everyone is doing that.
• Van is finally safe—that’s happy—let’s go with it….
For about 5 years now, we have had trouble with the side doors on the van. Because of having an angry child slam them open and closed, the center slider on each side broke. First one side, then the other. It got to where only one side would open and only Hubby could get it closed. So we just didn’t use the center doors. That’s find unless you want to give someone a ride, or have dear daughter be able to get out of the car in an emergency. But no money equals no repairs, so we lived with it, or without it.
I finally decided that my car, since I drive the van, needed to be looked at so we knew what the price damages would be. On the way home from a lot of errands to the other side of nowhere on a very hot day last week, we made our last stop at the KIA dealership to get everything looked at. We ended up making an appointment to come back last Thursday.
On the way home is when the Fiero decided to have a fever and leave us in the sun for an hour. But that is another story!
We couldn’t afford the repairs, so we were making arrangements to get a ride out to pick it up without the doors fixed and not knowing when we could get them fixed. Then we had a wonderful offer from someone to help pay for them to be repaired. I am not a fool. I do not pass up that kind of offer. So we called and told them to repair the doors. Big sigh, repeated many times!
When we went to pick up the repaired van, the first thing I did was open the center door. It slid so smoothly and easily! Wonderful! Wait, what is that? One of the huge bottles of ketchup was lying on the floor where I would not have ever seen it without the door open. I started laughing and got in the van to drive home. I laughed all the way!
Before I even went in the house I cleaned out the van and organized it again. It was so easy with the side doors open. I found some interesting things which I choose not to divulge!
The ketchup was not bulging, so I brought it in, along with a lot of other “stuff”, and set it on the counter. Once it cooled, it still wasn’t bulging.
So my question is this: Would you eat the ketchup?