Living on West Tulsa Time

The rest of G-man's story

When G-man got home yesterday he just kept saying he lost the bus driver.
Here's the real story:

After G-man and his friends are picked up they are taken to an elementary 5 miles away. There they meet up with other kids headed to ECC and they are all tranferred to one bus for the trip "across the river" Well Bus #1 was acting funny so instead of chocking the bus at the elementary until it was time to take those kids home. The substitute driver too the bus to the barn pulled up into a bay and got out to get the mechanic started on it. As they are filling out paperwork right outside the bus they hear G-man on the bus. He cries when he awakes from naps--- he always has. So they hear him crying. Figure out who he is and where he needs to go. He wears a name tag for that purpose. They got a truck and took him to School. I was just so upset that we weren't called before 10. Mr Jackson said he was in a conference at the time but could see the whole thing. He was finished at 9:30 so he called the principal and the principal called us.

He wasn't "missing" for as long as we had imagined but long enough to raise questions.

I made another hard decision today. I sold my Explorer. I knew we needed the cash more than the wheels. I only got half of what I was expecting to get but it covers the things I needed cash for. We still have Eddie's truck although it's not running right. It gave me enough to pay for the reapair I owe for and go ahead and fix it. That's a lot cheaper to fix the truck than the Explorer.

Oh it was such a hard day. I fuigured that we could take the truck to the dealership I sold my Explorer to imstead. Well as I've said before iThe truck is not running right. SoThe truck conked out and I had to push it 2 blocks to a safe place to leave it. I'm panicked by now. We can't sell this piece of junk and I've just screwed up my own beloved Explorer by pushing the truck up a hill we should have been on the upside of if my husband had actually listened to me. So I go buy a paper and a Truck Trader. I see what I needed to see right away, which dealership is doing a direct buy from the public.

Once the deal has been struck I called my mom finish the paperwork and unload all the toys and crap we had in there. I kept thinking "Okay mother where the f are you? I said it aloud once and there she was just in time to hear me.

She took us to the bank to cash the check. Then we went to try to get a loaner while we put the truck in the shop. I need to get the dang cash into the checking account and it's too late to get it done tonight. So mother brought me home. Geesh she says she babies her new car and creeps 10-15 miles under the speed limit while we're in the car and want to get home in a hurry. On her own way home she got a speeding ticket. She took the exact route home I that she brought us over here on. Grannie was groovin' she says.

So i'm banking on a sick truck to get Eddie to work tomorrow. Get this it would make it every day but he decided not to chance it. I'll send it to the Ford shop when we get a loaner.

That was my day. It was rough but I feel better knowing that these bills will be paid and Eddie can't wreck my Explorer.

posted by Debbysewn @ 7:51 AM