HERE WE GO AGAIN

First off, I had a wonderful 3 day weekend.  It was great seeing DH. We have not seen each other since New Years. Funny how quickly you can fall back into the same comfortable pattern.

I got some fun photos.  One of "Pecker Rock"... yes, it is a big rock shaped like a giant penis.  I got some photos of  Autzen Stadium with its big "O".  We checked out his fishing spot.  We took a drive around the area and DH pointed out the highlights of his life in location.  I like stuff like that. This is a beautiful area. Springfield is not big as cities go.  You are in the countryside within  minutes.  Rural drives like that are very relaxing. 

We went to a home improvement center to shop around for drawer pulls for a cabinet he just finished building.  I have photos of that too.
I take photos of everything.  Okay... of most things. 

Then we went to his son's house and met his son and his gal. Turns out that they had visiting relatives, so we met them too.  These people had just stopped in Dumb Potter's Hell to use the restroom.  Small world!  DH's son is a DH Jr.... so they have the same name.  So do his son's girlfriend and I. The relatives got a big kick out of that one. It is funny.  What are the odds of that?

The weekend was supposed to end with the Pro Bowl game. But I had to leave at half time in order to get home early. We said our good-byes... me promising to be back for the Super Bowl... and away I drove.  Within twenty minutes I was pulling to the side of the road and calling DH for rescue.

What's wrong with the blasted car now... I don't know.  I do know that I just paid over $600 in repair bills and it should not have had a problem with overheating.  DH says he thinks it's worse than overheating this time.
Now the car sits at the side of the freeway, waiting for me to arrange a tow.  I'm sitting in DH's office on his computer, wearing his flop-feet and sweats.  Bear will be down to get me this afternoon.

When upsetting things happen I sit down and count those things that have happened that were good.  It makes me feel better. So here we go... I am thankful that I got to spend 4 very enjoyable days and nights with DH, that I met some nice new people, that I arrived safely and when stranded... was rescued and that this time when I was upset, there was someone there to listen to me mutter until I fell asleep, even if he did wake me up to tell me I was snoring and needed to roll over. (Can anyone tell me why I can sleep through my snoring but no one else can? You'd think it would wake me.)





Well wish me luck with the car and getting it and myself home.  I know I'll make it home okay with Bear... but the car, I'm not so sure about.  I may have to donate it to the great state of Oregon.  Time to get the Aspire back on its clutch.