9/29/99 Rest in pieces.

The Festiva has been moth-balled.

This past weekend I finally got a chance to look at the festiva...and the prognosis is not good. It seems that my rings have been worn away to nothing and oil is slipping right past the pistons and out through my exhaust. I barely got the stupid car running and sat in the driveway, revving the motor; producing a smoke screen the civil defense of WWII would have loved. Enough oil had slipped through that I now have this "airbrush" exhaust/oil stain on my driveway.
I want my compression back.

I guess the main theme here is that our family is down to a single vehicle. I drive it to work, stranding the family at home. Not that Monica and the kids ever go any where, it's just the notion that they can't leave "en mass" even if they wanted to.

So, I'm faced with the options of repairing or replacing my little car. I can't afford to do anything about the situation right now.

Monica, Calvin and Shelby are all sick.
Dammit! Do I have the most unhealthy household in Vancouver? So, I had all of the cooking duties, as well as bathing, homework and dishes. I also worked on that webpage for Monica's uncle (I'm gettin' ripped-off there) and it was garbage night. Monica finally woke up at 1:30am, right when I was going to hop in bed. She told me she was hungry for a Taco Bell Chicken Burrito Supreme.
(Yes, I went and got one for her.)
To top it all off, I got to my office this morning and discovered dog-poop stuck to the bottom of my shoe.

Even with all of the "kick-em when he's down" events going on, I'm in a pretty good mood today! I can't explain why.

Back to work before this mood is ruined.