What The Fudge

I'm having a perfect, "What the fudge," moment. We've been planning a trip to our hometown in Maryland for this upcoming week. We were going to leave on Saturday morning and spend the entire week in Maryland, coming home the next weekend. Then the hubster's SUV started having transmission problems. Short term solution (rather than doing the smart thing and staying home to get it fixed or to buy a new vehicle) is to take my poor aged minivan. At twelve years old, it's not my first choice for a 1500 mile round trip. Not to mention my AC doesn't run very cold anymore and I'm too cheap to pay the $200 to get it serviced again, because the last time I did it ended up costing me $950. And then there is the fact that the wiper transmission is going up on the van and the wiper blades are stuck in the upward position when not in use. Fine for the driver, but the passenger side has a wiper blade smack-dab in the middle of their vision.

(No, we aren't getting snow today. I'm just too lazy to go out and take a picture of it this morning. But you can see the wiper blades in this picture and can imagine how annoying it will be for the passenger on a long trip--aka me.)

This morning I turn on the weather channel and learn that tropical storm Andrea will be coming right up the Eastern seaboard just as get there. Did I mention my mother in law lives in a coastal town and that's where we'll be staying? Seriously, what the fudge? Is the Universe trying to tell us not to go? Every fiber in my body is screaming that it's a bad idea to go right now. I learned a long time ago to listen to my body's signs. The hubster hasn't--or won't--learn that lesson yet. He's hell bent on going this week, come hell, high water or tropical storm.

The Daily Grind

Our weekend road trip went by way too fast. Apparently it was a good thing we got out of town though because my neighbors tell me the walls were rattling throughout the entire neighborhood from the live band they had at the festival across the street. Its one thing if its good music, but if its not the genre you enjoy it can be a nightmare. Glad we hit the road!

We went to Lexington KY. The land of expensive hotel rooms, haunted historic sites and meat and three places. (Or in my case, fish and three) Meat and three might only make sense to you if you are a southerner or watch a lot of food TV.

But, now it's back to the daily grind. Or at least for a few days. We are hitting the road again next weekend. I believe our destination is Shiloh battlefield in TN. If you know your history it was a particularly bloody battle in the Civil War.

But for now, it's life as usual. And the daily grind for me today is playing driver on the hottest day of the year thus far. Temps were in the low 90's yesterday and expected to be higher today. I haven't run my AC yet this year in my minivan, so it's always a guess as to if it will work or not. The girls may regret having me drive us to shopping and lunch today if my AC is not working. I have a little voice in the back of my head telling me it's gonna be a hot ride. We shall see.

God's Bowling Alley

 

 

When I was a kid my grandmother, in an attempt to quell my fear, told me that the sound of thunder was actually God bowling. When a particularly loud BOOM would shake the skies, she would cheer and say God had got a strike. If she'd known how to give a high-five I'm sure she would have at that moment.

As a result I have to say I find the sound of a thunder storm comforting. I used to think Heaven must be a really fun place. I couldn't wait to bowl with God up in his heavenly bowling alley.

Now today, as I sit in my living room listening to the sound of thunder booming in the sky directly above me, all I can think is "Holy shit, enough with the bowling already!"