marathons are for morons

I am smiling while I type this. I should be very frustrated, but I am not. I find my life rather amusing-- car problems and all.

It all started last Saturday when Aaron took his working Isuzu Rodeo into a mechanic. He wanted the transmission fluid topped off. They worked on the car last month and there seemed to be a leak, so Aaron wanted them to check it out and see what was happening. They took a look at it, topped off the fluids and had Aaron pick it up a couple of hours later.

Five minutes after I dropped Aaron off to get his car, he called me. He pulled away from the mechanic, drove two blocks and transmission fluid went all over the road. Apparently, they forgot to tighten the plug after "fixing" his little problem. Now we have a big problem. Aaron was in the middle of a busy road with a broken car. He had to get out and push it to the side all by himself and (it's not funny but) the transmission fluid around the car made it look like he was ice skating. The mechanic apologized over and over, said he would fix the car on his dime and told us it should be ready by Monday.

The car wasn't ready Monday, or Tuesday, or Wednesday, or Thursday. Our week was super crazy... I was taking Aaron early to work, running errands, dropping off Cindy at her nanny job, just to turn around and do it all over again-- in 110 degree weather. The mechanic promised us the car would be ready so we could drive to Bryce Canyon on Friday. We picked it up this afternoon. We packed our bags, uploaded some killer tunes on our ipods and headed north. We drove about 5 miles when the car buckled. The transmission light came on and we turned around.

We headed to the mechanics and said that we were going to get a rental car so we could make our race. They said to give them a minute while they worked on the car. After about an hour of them working on it, we were on the road again. They told us it was just a little glitch. This time we were able to drive about ten miles down the road before the trans light came on. We looked at each other and started laughing-- it's now 4:00 pm and by the time we rent a car and drive up to Bryce, it will be after 10 pm. It's just not worth it. Our expensive hotel was refundable and neither of us wanted to run the race anyway. It's just not in the stars...

I told Aaron we can still get up at 6:00 am and run but we're going boating in the morning.. Did my bad attitude jinx us or what? One of these days we will run a race together. It's just not going to happen this weekend. And I am glad about that.

That's our story and these are the days of our lives.........