Victory, Thy name is TRUCK!...(sort of)

ok first let me say that My new goal (among all the others) is to post on every sunday. or at least once a week. so all of you who are breathlessly checking this everyday can hold off and just check once a week. see it's simple!

ok just to get this out of the way you must-must-must read this blog (mom2my6pack.blogspot.com) or the monsters that live in you closet will secretly eat your toes every night for a year.:)

I have achieved the ultimate in vehicular victory! as of Wednesday my "project" truck had some "issues" (and of course by issues I mean that it was a rattling deathtrap that no sane human would even consider entering, much less riding in) and by saturday it was ALIVE!!!!!! (sort of).
I was able to put in a new lock cylinder (where you put your key to start it) and reconnect the alternator to the electrical system. no more pliers! No more worrying about my coworkers moving my car in our wasteland of a parking lot for sport! whoo whoooo!

So left to do is figure out the power windows issue (as in they don't work) and replace the outside lock cylinders. but I feel so incredibly confident right now! I can fix the world, just let me grab a big enough pair of pliers!

I feel I should explain some of this excitement. You see I have grand vision about what I should be able to do mechanically, however I have never been the most mechanically gifted of men. As in hide the tools, and pray he doesn't light himself of fire. Really. So I bought this vehicle as a way to pull myself from the depths of my mechanical depravity by my metaphorical, and possibly literal, bootstraps. My wife got a very nervous look on her face and promptly hid my tools. Did I say my tools? I mean her tools. My wife is very handy, in fact she has her own class of handyness. I have my class of ineptitude so I think it evens out really. But I can't seem to shake the feelign that I should be able to do this stuff (working on cars, building things, changing lightbulbs) without a trip to our local hospital and/or burn unit-airport-and-tire-care-center (we are in a small town after all we have to economize). Although I think in my defense it might run in the family. My father gives an automotive problem about 15 min. If he cant' fix it, he sends it to a highly paid professional. And he thinks I'm bad with mechanical stuff. He once told me to "put down the wheelbarrow son, you know you're not good with machines."
just think about that last one for a minute.

I'm sure you can sense my excitement about all of this (although after typing all of that I am slightly depressed.....) and I'll let everyone know of my vast mechanical prowess in the future.

I did get up to dallas last weekend and finally helped my sister and her hubby with some vintage cave paintings on their upper walls. I'll get into the joys of stradding a collapsible ladder 10 feet off the ground while hovering over a 50 gallon fish tank that is filled with evil fish sharpening their teeth and looking at you hungrily. It's amazing how a clown fish can look like a hammerhead in the right light. :)


until next time, Keep on ....keeping on (wow I need a better catch phrase... carpe burrito?)

El Goldo.