Tuesday, December 29, 2015
I'll start with Christmas eve eve. Anna rolled in Wednesday without Scott. She dropped him off with his family. Well, let me rephrase that-she barely rolled in. The check engine light was on, a brake bulb is out- light was on, there is another brake light that came on and a terrible mess of things. Den was working and told us to take it to get an oil change and have them look at it. There was mistake one! We took it in and the fuckers said that it desperately needed a brake job. I said no thank you just change the oil. Den called in the middle of that mess and said that they could flush the coolant and change the air filter. $171 later at the oil change place and a fight with Anna(I'll sum it up, she got upset cuz she knows nothing about cars, I sent her to tell them what her dad told them to do, she acted like she was going to cry and I barked at her cuz it was my credit card out. Ahhhhhhh, a refresher course in Anna. She paid for the brakes and rotors.), we left to pick up brake pads and rotors to the tune of $100. Den got off work early and tore into her car. After it was all apart, he realized that the brakes didn't need to be done AT ALL!
So we did all of that right before the Mott family headed over.
I wanted a picture with the boys and then decided it would be a good idea to hold my nephew. Anna while smiling(we were fine at this point) was making fun of how weak I was. The kid just kept arching his back and trying to escape. I picked the wrong nephew to hold.
It was a great evening and we all had a wonderful time, got great gifts and drank a bit.
I had been asking for YEARS to do this and she was never here long enough to tear it apart. It took hours.
At this point, it is after 1am and Anna was going to leave in the morning. The entire time she was there I just kept getting a bad feeling about her car. So after much alcohol and at about 2am, I asked Den if she could leave her car and take the 2007(her's is the 2004) amanti that was supposed to go to DJ. The 2007 is just sitting here. Needless to say, we had a fight. Let's just chalk it up to alcohol, holiday stress, car stress, both the kids being in the house stress, and being tired. He did not like my idea and said that we spoiled the kids and that "he wasn't a rich man and I keep giving fucking cars away" I said, you can't sent her out in a car that is barely running. We both went to bed mad.
The next morning, Anna was packing up the 2004 amanti and Den was giving her a long list of everything that she had to have fixed when she brought it to the shop.(Look, I know she is responsible for herself but you can't send her from Chicago to Denver in a busted down car. I said make her buy the damned thing. Have her pay $100 a month. I mean the car is just sitting there!) Anyways, he shot me a smug look or two because he was getting his way. I told Anna to stop at the first oasis which is about 45 minutes from home and check the back tire. The bad feeling was getting worse. She left. And then she called when she got to the oasis and said that the back brake was red hot, smelt and smoking and another light on the dash had come on. She waited until it cooled down and drove back. Den and Anna loaded everything into the 2007. She hugged him and thanked him with tears in her eyes and asked him to come up with a bill for everything that he had done and that needed to be paid. He told her that he loved her and said not to worry about it, they would figure something out. The car she took needs back brakes(What is it with us and brakes?) so he told her to take it to a shop, charge it and send him the bill!! Really!?!?!?!
2015 has been the year of the car for us. Honestly, I have a REALLY bad feeling about her car. We need to dump it. Den wants to fix up the 2004 and take back the 2007. It's not a sound car and if the transmission goes, its totaled. I say we get rid of it before it has no value. But I'm not pushing it. It can sit in the drive until the new year. DJ now has no car. Oh well, I told him sexy boys borrow their mom's minivan.
So by Saturday night, Anna had left and then DJ went to a friend's house and we were all alone. I looked at Den and said, "so are we fighting?" He was like no. We realized that we were fine and our stress level was gone. It really was the kids.
Well, we survived the holidays and no one went to jail. I'm just hoping that 2016 is our year of money.
How was your holiday?