It's about these vehicles.....

Vehicles in general can be such a pain in the keester. (Oh, look, "keester" is underlined in red which means it's spelled wrong but I didn't want to say "pain in the a--", and well, "pain the butt" didn't sound quite harsh enough).

So, as I was saying, we depend so much on these gas-guzzling machines to get us to our destinations, don't we. Those fortunate enough to be able to buy a new one right off the lot, don't seem to live with the same kinds of dependencies as those of us who buy someone else's problematic mechanical left-overs.

Husband and I often purchase "government vehicles". Some have actually been pretty good. Others questionable. The brown Tauraus we had was handed down to son who drives now in Winnipeg. A month or so ago, while on a trip to Minneapolis, son and friends, on their way back home to Manitoba, had to literally push said Taurus over the bleedin' border. When I heard the story, it sounded like a movie out of the "Cold War" era. You know, where young university-aged men go fleeing to the border, but their car konks out just before they get there and the agents are hot on their trail. Out they get, pushing on all four corners, agents closing in with their mini machine guns all ready to blast the bad boys before they reach "the line". Anyway, back to reality, they got the vehicle across the border and had to have it towed to Winnipeg. There it sits awaiting the mechanic's touch along with the touch of a $1,000. bill!

Son comes home for a visit with friend Greg this past weekend. When they go to leave back to Winnipeg, getting as far as Melfort, an hour away, Greg's vehicle begins to make serious noises, serious enough to make them stop and call home. "What do you think we should do?" Away goes Greg's dad, picks them all up in Melfort and brings them back to Prince Albert, tow truck brings home vehicle (on a long weekend where no garage is open) and they sit and wait. Greg's brother, Mark, is supposed to begin classes Tuesday at Providence College, Greg and Matt have class registration on Wednesday...........and to make it all happen, it all depends on a vehicle to get them to their destination. Crikey!!

The truck husband and I bought to pull our new trailer and for husband to use hunting, hauling tools, and carrying various manly instruments, went in to the garage for a physical. It was making wretched noises on our trip to Regina a week ago, so much so, that it had me asking my Heavenly Father to keep the vehicle on the road and not to have the wheels fall off any time soon. While mechanic looked at this lovely truck on the hoist, he yelled over to husband to "come and look at this, man, I've never seen ball joints this bad, and you pulled a trailer with this?? and took it on the highway????!!!, wheels could have fallen off!!!" $1,300. later..........

I love vehicles. They get me from point A to point B. No more. No less.

When they start causing havoc in the trenches and the bank account, they are to be cursed..............

But, since God doesn't look too kindly on cursing, I will just say "thank you Lord, for the extra day(s) I have to spend with son." I am blessed indeed!