It's Raining, It's Pouring, & A Winner!

Okay, I think I've made enough apologies for being MIA that I can skip it this time. I have had tons of reasons for not being here, but more about that later!

As you can see, here is my scale with my ass on it. Well, not just my ass, but all of me!! And yes, that does say 238 for those who can't see it clearly. So, we have a winner who was 8 pounds off. Asthmagirl, send me an e-mail and give me some details (like, do you even have a Target near you, because I can opt for a different gift card). Congratulations! The others had me wondering just what on earth it would feel like to weigh their guesses (like 179 lbs. by Hallie) and I'm pretty sure that Debbie guessed lower! Thanks for the participation, the first contest went over without a hitch. Almost.

On to the next portion of our program. We did the Easter scene with the runts, but it went over really choppy. They received their bikes on Saturday in spurts, since Princess decided to stay the night at her aunt's and not come home until mid-afternoon. They enjoyed them!

We had a nice spaghetti dinner that night, with leftovers for lunch on Sunday. We made Beezlenut Splashes (stolen from IHop) to go with their lunch. It's just Sprite soda, with cubes of Jell-o in it served in a clear glass. Here's a pic of my Beezlenut Splash tower!After lunch, we dropped in to my sister's to rescue another child that had spent the night. We returned home, finally gave them their Easter Baskets, then geared up to take them home. Uneventful, right?

Wrong. So wrong. About 5 miles outside of one of our drop off spots, we noticed steam escaping from the hood of the car. The temperature gauge was where it always is, so we plunged ahead. More steam, and 1 mile from our destination the gauge shot up towards the red line for hot. We made it to where we wanted to be, with the car steaming like a fire breathing dragon.
This pic is mild. Our car was literally engulfed in steam. Turns out that the seams in our radiator chose that precise moment to burst. There was no way to get the car home without a new radiator.

I tried to call my sister, and after an hour managed to get ahold of her. Meanwhile, I was regaled with the ex-MIL and ex-grandmother-in-law at their house. Watching a National Geographic channel soft porn episode. Really, I didn't care to see little Africans with penis gourds bouncing across the screen while sitting next to my exes.

My sister finally answered her call, and it turned out she was less than 10 miles away! YAY! So, her and her hubby showed up, he tried some stop leak in the radiator, but it wasn't holding. We headed home defeated.

Thankfully, we had made arrangements to buy a new car the week before. The money was in the mail to pay for it, and T-Bone's sister (who we were buying the car from) graciously let us use it. T-Bone made it to work on Monday, for a bit.

My sister called just before noon to let me know that her hubby was in a salvage center ripping a radiator out of another vehicle for our car. In the pouring rain. So I called T-Bone at work, so he could leave and meet her hubby at our car to help put it in. He had to finish up what he was working on first, so we arrived at our destination just before 2.

To find my sister and her hubby sitting in their vehicle. We geared up for a radiator installation, praying that it would work. Too late! He had managed to install it already, and was getting ready to leave.

So, T-Bone headed out with our car, I followed in the car we were buying, and my sister was close behind. We made it home without further incident.

A quick recap. Weight winner, Asthmagirl. Broken car? Pain in the ass. Making plans to buy a different car mere days before the current one breaks down? An upside. Having a sister-in-law who will let us borrow that car without having cash in hand? A lifesaver!!