Do You Ever Have One of Those Days?

Well, I guess this serves me right, I am supposed to post every day, I skip 2 days and karma is kicking me in the butt again. Our Suburban that we bought just 2 months ago has been in the shop a week now and probably will be a few weeks more, you know the major surgery kind of work... the crankshaft is out of town having a face peel or something along those lines, the carbuerator( this is an 85 model) needs a rebuild or so and we'll probably get it back in time for Christmas!!!! LOL . I have a 1990 Bronco II, the B-2 for short, and I just had brakes put on a week or so ago and yesterday the right front caliper decides to stage a sit-in in the on position. My good friend Cindy, you know, the one with the Yoda dog, now has a deep channel etched in her gravel driveway where my front wheel refused to turn as I backed out and I carved a very NOT needed aquaduct in her down hill driveway. She still loves me! She just shakes her head in amazement at the things I get into. So I call my son (the Mechanic) who is home from work by now and ask him to come back to town and try to release the brake and at least give his mother a ride home if that failed. So I get the jack out while I wait, I'm in a mini-sun dress but I don't want my kid to think I'm a lazy girly girl so I take off the tire. Now I must have driven a ways on it stuck, because I branded myself with the lug nuts! As I took each one off, Cindy watching over my shoulder, doing all my worrying for me, she says, each time I say OW shit! " Don't do that!!" ... OW shit!..." Don't do that!"....OW, shit!.... there are 5 of these darlings on here. I believe all the people driving by are getting a good view, (remember the mini-dress?) but Cindy's the only one worrying, so I'm good!!!And I even wore panties today! It's 95 in the shade and heat index is out of sight, I am dripping sweat (yes this lady sweats, I don't perspire) so I go in to Cindy's and drink all the ice tea, hell I just grab the jug and back out the door I go. The jug is right here beside me as I write, guess I'll return it tomorrow. My son is on the ground by now wrestling with a lug wrench trying to convince the caliper to give it up. Have you ever played tug of war with a pit bull? kinda the same principle. As I could tell this was not a battle to be won today I said nicely, Let's wait, I'll get it tomorrow, (James was already hot, sweaty, and greasy from work so I didn't want to push him to violence against the B-2) and he gladly agreed. He locked everything up, we said our goodbyes and left for home. I called today for the part and of course I was told the computer says we have it, but we don't ,so we'll order it and you will have it first thing tomorrow. Now not a problem, Barry has the Harley, weather's great, he'll run me to get the part and to the propane store as today is the last day to pay for winter prepaid propane at summer prices. We have to go to town, 10 miles the opposite direction to get a check at the bank and then go 30 miles the other way to the propane store. About 1 mile from town on our way back from the bank, the bike dies. We coast to the shoulder, gas, check, power, check, wait 2 minutes we're back on the road, probably just some bad gas. 2 more miles we die again... ok now what, the old man is still cool, sit a minute and away we go again. Well luckily our good friends Orie and Margaret live close, and he is The Best Mechanic alive, we have proof! We "stop and go" the 4 more miles to their house, it's early because we wanted to beat the heat and Orie sleeps late. ...NOT TODAY!!!!! As the old man revs the bike, Margaret, The shop Boss and Orie's Old Lady, comes storming out to read us the riot act as she is expecting one of the idiots who disregard the fact Orie sleeps late, When she saw it was us she actually smiled and said I'll go get him up! (Oh yeah, we hadn't seen Orie in a while and yesterday he stopped to see us at the shop and asked the old man "How's the Bike running?"... was fine 'til you asked....Thanks).... Well after checking connectors, rebuilding our carb, changing the oil, Only because he takes good care of the old man, He finally finds the problem, His ignition is on it's last legs, this is a 94 model that Barry has had since it was new and since we haven't rode it in a while , it was giving us the cold shoulder and demanding new parts, ok ok we'll ride you more baby!!! Well if you do the math, the suburban in the shop the B-2 stranded and the Bike waiting for parts we are now walking!!!! Margaret, bless her heart, loans us her car, (since she just got a brand new one ), and we are now at home on the day before my day off and I have decided to hang out and get some much needed housework done, and yes, there will be a post every day I promise,... (at this moment) and hopefully my Karma will calm down and be nice.