I still do not have my f##@@g vehicle home from the repair shop.

And one week from tomorrow it will be 2 flippin months since I have seen my car. And I believe my Rose Sugar lip treatment. The lip stuff is missing and after a massive search that is the only place I cannot look, the console of  Escape. Drats. That stuff is 25 bucks a tube, not something I take lightly.

I cannot believe I have this piece of shit Escape from the dealer and no one seems to care about getting my car fixed. It is free with unlimited mileage, but geez it is not a great vehicle, and it is bottom of the food chain. You have to move the seat by grabbing this bar at the bottom and throwing your weight forward. Oh yea, I love it.

Roto Rooter had so send an expert back, might be fixed this time.

Last week I had an IBS attack from hell, so no getting anything accomplished. This week if things go well I still need the Xrays, the physical therapy and to get to the stupid knitting class.

I hear Curly is now doing the Commando Creep, the kids need a container for her. I have not Skyped for a while and am getting antsy.

I need to find a crate for my mother's dog, the Shitty Dog for the trip home and make reservations. I am sweating this one.

Me and the Michigan State Police

That is my car, the white thing hanging down is the airbag, there are 4 side airbags and all 4 deployed.

And that is the lovely lady's vehicle, the lady with orange hair who caused this entire debacle.

So my plan today was to write about the 400 pound woman in size medium sweat pants at CVS. She had a quart of Rum down the front, and in my neck of the Woods, GPW, the cops are on this in a heartbeat. And yes they pulled them out of her pants in the middle of the check-out line.

But no, let us get back to the photos. I am driving down I94 Eastbound in the rain. There is no traffic and life is good. Then I see this vehicle behind me on the left start to swerve and fishtail. It looks like she might recover and then it looks like she is going for the cement barrier in the median. I am hoping for the best when the exterior parts start breaking off and flying and I think I may be okay. And then boom, in a sec I know I need to get to the side of road and thank God I make it.

Now I find I cannot get out of the vehicle. Cannot unlock the door and the door won't work. It is raining. This really nice guy pulls over and asks if I am okay. I tell him yes, but I cannot get out, can he open the door. He tells me there is no handle. Whoa. I crawl out the passenger side and he checks again if I am okay and he leaves.

I see all these vehicles in the middle and right lane of the freeway, I am on the left median and it is raining. I called Big Daddy and told him and asked him to come save me. Then I thought I should call the police. The lady who hit me was on the phone when I crawled out of the car but she started walking toward the side and ran up the embankment and went off the exit ramp on foot. So I called 911. They told me they had reports and to wait, the State boys were on their way.

I forgot my gloves when I crawled out and it was cold and raining. About 40 degrees. I thought maybe if I sat in the back under the liftgate it would be better. The liftgate was already open. I found a garbage bag I keep hidden in the back and sat on that so I did not get my pants soaked. It took 30 minutes for the police.

I thought it was a 4 car crash. The other 2 people sitting behind the beotch's vehicle were witnesses who waited for the police. I never talked to them as I could not get to them with the traffic in the rain. They stayed and waited. They told the police the orange haired lady was invited to sit in their cars and wait. She ran away.

Maybe because she had no license and warrants for her arrest. And she decided to drive a car licensed in her name down the freeway in the rain. Maybe that is why she has no license at this point in time,smarts are not in her gene pool.  I wonder how she is gonna find out where her vehicle is, it was a decent car. And hardly damaged, I mean it was drive-able not like my poor mess with all those airbags hanging all over the inside. By the way, the airbags are really hard after they deflate and it is hard to get out of the vehicle underneath them.

So no car for me until after Christmas. And I am blessed to be fine.  And a Ford Escape is a damn fine vehicle.

The car deal, or my new Ford Escape

Well, as it turned out to get the deal we had to finalize the Escape deal today. What a pain in the ass, I had to find a Ford peep who could get me the pin number today. The guy we have used for years is out of town. Then Big Daddy had so much trouble getting the correct paperwork together.

Plus on this model is heated leather seating surfaces (this is so they can put cheap shit on the sides and not get sued) and factory installed auto start. Would only pay for this with the deal because I am over paying for shit on cars just because it is nicer. Cars are not an investment, they are a means of transportation. Some are better than others but eventually they all fall apart.

We decided to stay home today as BD wanted to observe the cleaning lady as we have not been too happy. And boy, she was not happy to see us. I am pretty sure this is the longest time she has spent here in a while. Oh well, if you don't want to do the job, don't take the job. Then the boss came by and they were chatting in Polish, WTF, speak English in my house unless you are hiding something.

Have my FitBit thing all set up and can't wait to see what will happen on Monday. I have not been doing much this week and will probably pay for it next week.

So absorbed in this Air Asia plane crash, there are some really peculiar comments and data showing up, and no way if knowing how much is true and the weather is just horrid this being the rainy season. And the ferry fire off the coast of Greece was just frightful. Why does it always seem someone is trying to cut corners and make an extra 20 cents.

Funny of the day:  When BD cleaned out the Fiesta he found one more Christmas present for me. It is called the house sweater, as in wear around the house cardigan style and he paid a whopping 9 dollars for it. It looks pretty good. Not as nice as the gold and turquoise bracelet he got from Italy, but still pretty nice.

Christmas sweater and scarf from Big Daddy and the Chinese boots, all dressed for New Year's Eve lunch. I am short, but geez not as short as I look here.

We went to Red Crown and I had the brisket sandwich and BD had the perch sandwich with bacon jam. We shared the Pimento Cheese spread on fresh soft pretzels and life was delightful.

Should be getting the new Ford Escape on Monday if everything goes well.

Remember the broken home phone and horrible fight with Comcast and bitter words with the intention of getting rid of Comcast forever? Well, that did not happen as no one had time and really who cares if someone can't call me at home. Suddenly this phone started working, and the damn recorder started recording messages again. The totally broken system that Comcast swore was a piece of shit and my fault for not working, is well, working like a charm. FIE ON YOU Comcast.

And yes, the only calls I get are creeps trying to sell me something.

These boots are NOT made for walking

Saw these boots at work, totally inappropriate for the plant but I was intrigued. Fur boots and they looked good. The gal said she bought them from Wish dot com and paid 15 bucks. I found the web site and bought them for 24 bucks. The sizing was dicey and I should have gone with my regular size, except the boots are kinda sweaty. So one size up with socks is a good thing for me. They were also supposed to take forever to arrive and just yesterday I received an email that they would be here the week of January 11 and they were on my porch in a vacuum pack the same day. Take it for what it is worth, would I order again? Yes. Would I spend a bunch of money? No.

The word is the Fiesta is toast and we need a new vehicle. We are thinking the Ford Escape. Gotta drive a Ford and I want a bit bigger and higher ride than the Fusion.

So tomorrow is look for a vehicle, go to lunch and get snacks and bites for New Year's Eve. We always stay home now and just nosh with a big lunch on New Years day. Big Daddy bought me a caftan from Dennis Basso and I will model that on my next post. Or the next next post.

I have a hard talking about this because it is not a comfortable subject. My hairdresser had a bad PAP smear and then went in for a D&C and then had to have a hysterectomy. And now she has Stage 3 cancer. She is the sweetest person and I don't know how she is dealing with this as she is the person in the family that takes care of everyone. But no one at the salon is taking care of her customers and her business. I have to make a decision on what to do with my high maintenance hair and I am not happy about my options. It is scary to have someone else cut or do highlights on my hair after 20 years of the same person taking care of it, even when I was in China I always came home for cuts and highlights. I know this is silly and superficial, but to me it is a trial. No one in the salon is offering helpful tips and I don't know where else to go. None of the best hairdressers in the salon are offering to take on her clients, even though she is the best and teachs at this joint. WTF.