Everyday Randomness

It Went *Kaboom*

I mentioned in a comment to Karen that there is a reason why we have to work in the hay fields every summer. As much as I’ll use any possible excuse to drive my dad’s truck, bailing hay isn’t an excuse I like to use.

What’s the real reason?

The summer before we got married we needed a truck to move our stuff from our apartment to our new house. My dad let us borrow the truck he had at the time for a couple weeks to get everything moved.

Well one weekend a friend of ours asked us if we could help him move his Grandma in with him. She couldn’t take care of herself anymore, so he wanted her living with him. She offered to give us all the furniture they couldn’t use anymore for helping. We would have helped anyway, but we were more than happy to have the furniture. We were paying for our own wedding, we couldn’t afford the things we needed to furnish the rest of our house at the time, and the furniture from our apartment belonged to my sister-in-law.

We grabbed my dad’s trailer and spent all day Friday moving his Grandma then we hauled the furniture she gave us 2 hours to our house. Our friend asked us to drive back to his house, spend the rest of the weekend with him, and wanted to know if we could help him move his boat out of storage since he no longer had a truck to pull it.

Sunday morning Hubby and our friend got up bright and early to get the boat, but things didn’t go so well. The truck started messing up as they were pulling the boat up the interstate. There was a recall on that truck, something to do with a vent hose being too short, so when the truck began to overheat it blew all the fluid out. Hubby got it back to the house and parked it, but it was too late. He ended up blowing the motor.

I had to call my dad with the news, then my dad had to drive 2 hours downstate to get us, and he had to pay a tow truck to follow him. My dad knew we couldn’t afford to fix it, but the local shop gave him the run around about the recall saying the problem wasn’t the recalled part but the fact that the temperature gauge wasn’t working properly, so Hubby didn’t know it was overheating. My dad ended up paying for it and we promised to basically help him with hay for pretty much eternity. lol!

What a way to pay him back, huh?

We can sit back and laugh about it now. My dad jokes about the summer we blew up his truck, and then I casually remind him that 2 weeks before he married my mom my dad accidentally set my Grandpa’s (my mom’s dad) truck on fire. The joke is to marry into my our family you have to kill the truck first. LMAO!

So I guess you can imagine how I felt yesterday when we were driving his Dodge 2500, and it started messing up on us. I had to call my dad to tell him it didn’t want to shift out of 2nd when it was supposed to, but luckily he told us he already knew about that, and he’s taking it in for a service next week. *Whew*