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Wait...what?
mood: 
sleepy
sleepySo my mother is home. I ended up not calling her back in hospital, mainly because I am just so very....done. And also, the crying..it serves no purpose but to froth her up. But she called me this afternoon and was all business, sounding in good health again. They got home after midnight last night. She will be needing home oxygen for some time and she avoided my questions about that aside from saying she would be getting it.
In typical fashion, the woman who had desperately sobbed down my phone line on Monday could not be arsed to devote her attention to me for 10 damn minutes on the phone when other people were there. She kept speaking to someone else in her house while on the phone with me. That's charming. Really. While still trying to make small talk with me. She aske me what I was up to and I told her my car was being repaired and it was $500 I han't planned on spending today (i thought it was universally acceptable to bitch about the cost of car repairs?)and she was just like "oh, um, yeah" I could hear her talking to someone else while I answered her. So rude.
And now onto some random bits and pieces:
- I have been to Bayshore Mall three, count 'em, THREE times since Sunday. Dayum. The Man has been 4 times, he had to take his ipod touch in to the apple shop last night to try and suss out some software glitch with alarm and headphone volume and then i tuned out and whatever. It's logged. For those of youwho have not been subjected to Bayshore, it's a huge, pretty outdoor mall that is set up so it's like driving through a small town. Quaint. Except it is a CLUSTERFUCK because it's like a tiny small town with 1 street that is busy as hell 100% of the time. Tonight when we were there they were doing hayrack rides!!! Because it's not shitty enough to try and drive through there without involving a horde of children and livestock?! Good Hell!!!
- I was doing new yoga audiobook last night before bedtime, some pranayamas (breathing exercises) and imagine my surprise when all of a sudden the lady on the ipod was telling me to lift my pelvic floor. WTF? Why does breathing need to involve my vajayjay?! Is this normal or did I download some sort of freaky vagina yoga? I was pretty sure I knew what pelvic floor lifting was but I googled it today to make sure (I was right) and the site said to be sure to not hold it for more than 8 seconds. What happens after 8 seconds? Can you break your vagina? Holy crap. It scared me a little.
- My car started making a noise last week or so. It sounded awful and got worse when I made a left turn, and stopped when I made a right turn. I checked Car Talk and asked google and they told me it was a wheel bearing. Which isn't something you can let go. So into the shop she went for 2 days. Not a wheel bearing. It was a piece of the brake heat shield rubbing on the left, but it was possibly caused by the ball joint boots which were going bad, typical wear for a car with 135k miles on it. So, about $200 more than I wanted/planned to spend, but equally as important. And while getting that information, I may have uttered the most amazingly grown up words of my life. "Since you have it there and have the wheels off, would you please look at the brakes, they haven't been a problem but winter is coming." The back brakes needed an adjustment and a cleaning for $30, but they are all in fine shape. SWEET. They also did a general safety inspection and it's all good.
- Except...lol....on my drive home I could not make the radio work beucase it is the original Honda part with an anti-theft device. Here is how that works: if you lose power, the radio will not start until you enter a code. How you get that code is to call your dealer with the serial number on the back of the radio. Or, conveniently, take it to Honda to pay $100 for them to take it out and look up the code. Are you kidding me? So, me, the OWNER of the car cannot get the code without paying, but the cocksucker who is stupid (and desperate) enough to steal a standard honda stereo has all the information he needs to make it work. Screw that. If I have to pay $100, I'm just getting a new ipod compatible stereo. An no, there is no sticker in my glove box, on inside the main fuse box in the engine compartment, or in my trunk, on on the outside edges of the glove box, or in the coin tray and I do not have an ashtray in my car so it's not on the back of that. I had the information with all of my car information. IN MY BASEMENT in a filing cabinet 2.5 feet off the ground. So um..yeah. I called the dealer that sold the car to my inlaws and explained, and the service guy looked it up in the computer but said the code wasn't there. It was a long shot, it was 10 years ago. My last try is to call Honda directly and see if they can help me without a serial number for the part. And I will be calling the mechanic to ask if they have any avice, but if they did put the power saver thingie in the power outlet not even called a lighter in this car) when they disconnected the battery, I think it is faulty so I can't honestly ask them to pay for a repair like that since it's not actually their problem. It seems frivolous, but a car radio is really one of those things I think I must have.
Oh yes, it's on. Sunday.
- I am forcing The Man to dress up as Billy Mays tomorrow. Dead Billy Mays if I get my way.
- I am going to bed now! Happy Halloween!!!!