Murphy at his finest.

"Anything that can go wrong will go wrong." - Murphy's Law

-Yesterday morning.  I was blogging about how at-ease I was feeling with our current situation.  Peaceful, calm.  Calm....before the storm, that is.

-After blogging yesterday morning I did go back and take a nap for a while- thank goodness, I would have never made it through the rest of the day.  I woke up, wasted some time on the internet (what's new?), and decided to be somewhat productive with the little time I had before getting ready and going to my p.t. appointment.  In about an hour or so I managed to vacuum (behind the couch, wine rack, speakers- the whole enchilada!), mop, throw some laundry in the washer, dry it (and left it in the dryer as always...), scrub the bathroom, dust the living/dining room, put together Junior's play-pen (linen-wise....mattress, pee-pads, cover, mattress pad, blanket), load the dishwasher, AND tidy up the kitchen.  That's like my workout for the month!  Got showered and started getting ready for my appt.

-In the mean time, the third person in two years was coming over to look at our Mustang we had for sale.  Long story short:  Reesh bought a Mustang in the States back in '05.  He's been trying to sell it since Spring '10 and before yesterday only two people have ever come to look at it.  He was trying to sell it through a dealership as well as online himself.  Someone found it through the dealership and was pretty interested so last week they came and saw it, test drove it, and were supposed to make a decision by Monday.  Monday evening we got the phone call that they went with another car.  Of course they did!  Within 15 minutes or so after hearing that, R gets an e-mail from someone who found it online and is offering cash for the car.  This guy and his wife come by yesterday (while I'm in the shower, home alone, can't answer the door) to take a look at the car. Reesh  got off work early to meet this couple and within 30 minutes had shown the car, test drove it with these folks, been to the bank with a wad of  € 's, deposited it, and was on his way to the post office to put the car in their names.  Ya know, when one door closes another opens.  But damn, the door had been slammed shut and dead bolted and opened up so fast again it hit us in the face.  As I'm walking out of the door to head to my p.t. appt (I walk there every time), Reesh is heading in the door soaking wet (there was a MONSOON while he was selling the car).  We go to my appt. together and are a bit shell-shocked to say the least.  He's happy he sold it, didn't expect it to go so quickly, the guy paid cash, what are we gonna do now...?  After my appointment we decided to celebrate and go out for dinner.  The place where we sometimes go is within walking distance, but as Murphy would have it yesterday they were closed.  We have a Smart car in the garage.  It's pink and black.  It was supposed to be my car.  I was also supposed to get my Dutch driver's license.  Whatever.  So the car just sits there, and every now and then we'll use it.  Last year it had a bunch of "health problems" and we spent more trying to repair it then the damn car is worth.  Ok, so obviously this car is a sore spot.  So we were gonna take the Smart out to dinner last night.  Oh but it won't start up!  By now I'm just hysterical with laughter.  The thoughts running through my head!  Here I am, full-term today.  The car is sold.  The back-up car, which is a TWO SEATER P.O.S., won't even start and on a good day we're 20 minutes from the hospital.  Back to the casa.  We live in a flat.  Third story.  No elevator.  I'm nine friggin' months pregnant.  I just walked to and from a Dr.'s appt in a winter rain storm, then stood outside in it while BD tried to revive the Smart, and now I have to walk up 3 flights of stairs.  And I'm hungry.  Before long, Reesh is asking our permanently inebriated neighbor to help jump start the car, which by the good grace of God works, and then he drives around to charge it a bit.  Picks me up (fat ass back down the s-t-a-i-r-s!)  And off to dinner.  Which wasn't even good, so I won't even write about it.  I will say I didn't think pork was to be eaten pink-?!?  Back home.  BACK UP THE STAIRS.  On the couch, laptop ready, car searching.  Husband breaks out in a rash.  Hands, arms, neck, waist.  Seriously right this second?????  Two hours of that shit and we finally go to bed.  At this point, I'm not sure who tossed and turned the most, who jacked the blanket more times, and who got the worst sleep, but at 7 a.m. Reesh is calling-in at work.  Now let me just say- I have known him for seven years.  Not ONCE has he EVER called-in (even before I knew him.)  He had oral surgery a few weeks ago and went right back to work.  So when he said he wasn't going today because he "broke his neck" I knew it was serious.  I think between the stress and crappy sleep he must have been all tensed up and got a major crick in his neck.  He can barely move his eyes, and is layed up in the bed with 14 heating pads on his head.

PLEASE, PLEASE send a prayer up, meditate, bow towards the sun, send some good juju, rub a big belly- whatever it is you do- in our name that we may find a nice, reliable, affordable vehicle in the next.....few days.  And that BD can move his head later today.  And that I can hold on to my sanity.

Thank you! :)