You'll shoot your eye out!

One of my favorite movies ever is The Christmas Story. I love the tongue and cheek humor and the wonderful quotes. It was based in Indiana and they couldn't even pronounce Terre Haute the right way.

One of the best scenes to me is when Flick gets his tongue stuck to the pole outside and when everyone leaves him out there Ralphie says, "But the bell rang!" They all go inside and no one will own up to knowing where Flick is at! If you watch the children they even whistle and avoid eye contact as the teacher drills them with questions. HA HA I love that!

So for fun....if you have seen this classic movie leave your favorite scene or scenes in the comment section.

Ready... set... go!

You want a good laugh

It seems that Grandma has spoiled the wee lad staying with me. Jr. decided early this morning that he wanted me to make waffles "not frozen ya know the ones that you mix in a bowl" for his breakfast this morning. A few points to remember:

1. I am NOT a morning person. I can fake it for awhile but not well enough to make homemade waffles!
2. I am the joke in the family when it comes to cooking. I can cook I just don't like to.
3. When you wake Aunt One4jc up just to tell her good morning then you better not count on a good morning complete with homemade waffles.
4. We settled on cereal without too much disappointment.

Lunch should be fun. Maybe we will eat out.

The best laid plans...

Somehow the best laid plans always seem to go awry. Today I had planned a stroll around the neighborhood taking in the garage sales in the area on the scooter. Then a shower, shave the legs and off to a Birthday party for a friend. Then home again for some housework and laundry before relaxing this evening.

Yeah right!

So am readying for the jaunt around the yard sales when my phone rings. It's my Mom. I only know because of the caller ID on the phone. She is crying ....and driving. Not a good combo.

I know that Mom and Beau have Jr (aka squirrel on crack after 5 expresso coffees) and all I can make out is something about Beau, a local hospital, arm hurts, heart, please come get Jr.

I sped (sorry Mr. Police officer....) over to the hospital all the while making a few phone calls canceling/postponing some plans and to get people praying.

Fast forward 5 1/2 hours...I am able to leave the joint with Jr. and Beau is stable.

I arrive late to the party with an extra kid in tow. He has a blast swimming, playing and getting rocks removed from his feet by the resident ER trainee...

We come home to sit down and the neighbor notices I have Jr. and asks if he can come over and play at his house a few doors down....sure get yourself good and tired before you come home.

Beau is staying "overnight" at the hospital because his EKG's still aren't normal. They "think" (don't you love how Dr.'s now won't commit to anything) he has somehow injured his arm which has caused the extreme pain that has sent his heart into this wild rhythm. Thus causing his blood pressure to hover right around 220/180 which is not good. Which is also not allowing his heart to function in a sinus rhythm.

Whew even I didn't get all that and I typed it...bottom line he is still at the hospital and I now have the wonder dog and the squirrel on crack.

And I still need to do some laundry...

Quotes galore

The only difference between a rut and a grave is the depth.
Author unknown

Some people are like Slinkies. Not really good for anything, but you still can't help but smile when you see one tumble down the stairs.
Author unknown

I honestly think it is better to be a failure at something you love than to be a success at something you hate.
George Burns

Gray hair is God's graffiti.
Bill Cosby

The tone is crucial, especially when you're working with something like psychiatry.
Billy Crystal

If you ever start feeling like you have the goofiest, craziest, most dysfunctional family in the world, all you have to do is go to a state fair. Because five minutes at the fair, you'll be going, 'you know, we're alright. We are dang near royalty.'
Jeff Foxworthy

I don't really look at myself as the kind of person who craves attention, but I've never been to therapy so there's probably a lot of stuff about myself that I don't know.
Al Yankovic

Don't lie,Tell one lie, then you gotta tell another lie to compound on the first.
Meyer Lansky

How well I have learned that there is no fence to sit on between heaven and hell. There is a deep, wide gulf, a chasm, and in that chasm is no place for any man.
Johnny Cash

Anybody who's ever gone through a hard time - any outsider's perception, no matter how much information they're given, they have no idea what the person's life is like.
Amy Grant

What you see is kinda what you get with me. I'm a very real person, or I hope to be, anyway. I don't have nothing to hide.
Kenny Chesney

A rattlesnake, if cornered will become so angry it will bite itself. That is exactly what the harboring of hate and resentment against others is - a biting of oneself. We think we are harming others in holding these spites and hates, but the deeper harm is to ourselves.
E. Stanley Jones

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Create your own caption day

Ok amuse yourselves today with the picture above. I loved the story everyone was able to come up with in the "add a line" post and the last "create a caption" went well so we will give it another try.

This picture reminds me of my Sister's wedding reception... somewhat.

You see I was young and dumb when my sister got married in fact I was only 22 years old. It was quite a site to see me dressed in a formal Black and White dress to stand as her Maid of Honor. I was thrilled when she asked me. The wedding itself wasn't too terribly eventful. BUT....

On the way to the reception the Limo got lost on the country roads despite me trying to tell him he was going in the wrong direction. My Dad finally flagged him down and told him to follow him to the hall...well ok it wasn't quite that polite but....

Some of the ushers and wedding guests were involved in a car accident that sent many of them to the hospital. One guest showed up late to the reception and didn't realize he had blood on his shirt and it kind of gave it away.

Many other family quirks were brought to the surface as they are at every gathering of the clan.

Unfortunately I discovered how much I liked Champagne at this particular event. I had never had it before and I believe it was called Cook's. I don't recall the toast for the most part but it has lived on in the form of Video.

Back to the part that reminds me of the picture...

Apparently I decided that I knew how to ballroom dance. I did a wonderful job with my dance partner (at least I wasn't dancing alone). We waltzed, we tangoed and threw caution into the wind as we whirled around the dance floor (at least that is what I am told) and then it happened...

Someone decided that I needed a rose. In my wonderfully inebriated state I placed the rose in my teeth and continued to dance. There are many pictures of this event. Even ones where I am being dipped, rose in teeth and cleavage hanging out for all to see...

I don't recall being driven to the hotel we were all staying at, nor my trip down to the hotel bar nor a conversation with my Dad about how lucky my sister was because she was married now.

Everyone was surprised that I made it to breakfast the next morning...

There are reasons that I don't drink anymore...laughing to myself...

So as you can see Sapphire is preparing for her weekend visitor. It seems as though we will have a visit from the dog from yonder across the way. Coffee will be running away with Mr. Manly for the weekend. They do get along great but sometimes the Happy Lab feels the need to bathe my cat and that might or might not go over so well depending on the mood of said cat.

I spoke with Big Red tonight and he seems to be in a hurry all of a sudden to get this all over and done with. I don't know what (or who) suddenly changed his gears but THANK YOU.

I believe I may have taken the worst Passport photo ever but I figure after spending that much time on a plane I will more than likely look like that photo when I get there.

A fun little exercise

This is a "five things" type meme...It caused me to think so it can't be that bad. By the way I borrowed it from Patty:

5 Things in my freezer:

1. Fish sticks...I love the dang things!
2. Tiny little "meatloaf" type things that my Mom froze in aluminum muffin pans.
3. Ice Cream~ This is actually a no brainer if you know me at all!
4. An refreezable ice pack
5. Butter....I don't know why my Mom feels the need to buy it that far ahead and freeze it.

5 Things in my car:

1. Children's books. They are the ones I take to work every so often but never leave there because they might disappear.
2. Hair Clippers~ A friend of mine let me borrow these once to cut Big Red's hair in the summer and I had so much fun with them that she let me keep them.
3. Clothes~ Every time I manage to swing by the other house in the car I end up taking a piece or two of my clothes that I accidentally left behind.
4. A Bible~ I have quite a few Bibles and one always manages to get left behind in the car.
5. Lots and lots of music...

5 Things in my Closet:

1. Clothes~ On hangers no less. But of course to listen to Big Red I never hung up an article of clothing the entire time we were married.
2. A Printer~ I have an extra one that I took from the house that I don't use here.
3. Some Superman stuff~ My collection that I have been working on for a few years is still in boxes in the garage. I have continued to have people give me things especially at Christmas and they are being stored there so I don't have to put them in the garage.
4. Clown Clothes~ 'Nuff said
5. Books~ I moved in such a hurry that I ended up with books everywhere! I am slowly gathering them there until they find a permanent home on a shelf.

5 Things in my Handbag (purse):

1. Body Refresher spray~ Ha ha it is the relaxation type
2. Scripture~ I have notes typed on paper that I refer to when I need encouragement.
3. Medical information~ Needed information on APS if I require it.
4. Toys~ No not that kind! I don't sit still well so I have Koosh balls and other things to keep my hands busy when I have to listen to someone speak.
5. Tic Tacs~ When I quit smoking I picked up a new addiction...Tic Tacs!

Let me know if you pick up this tag and I come check it out!

Let your inner geek out!

Ok So it is official! She's not the only geek in the family. Everyone knows that my lovely sister over here is proud of her Geek Status. I am here to say...

Drumroll please.....

I created this template on my own with the help of a handy Dandy website I found which is currently linked at the very bottom of the page! I can be geeky too!

I changed the title to reflect a long held theory of mine. Every one has skeletons in the closet and some times you just need to cough up a bone or two to keep growing in the right direction.

So I headed off to the mall with my sister and Jr. today. Just an intermission in their day that included a stop at the infamous Build a Bear I have heard so much about.

Jr. picked out a dog and dressed him as Superman and alas we have a new member of the family called Krypto. Go figure a boy after my own heart.

I was however highly amused by Coffee's attempt to create Krypto's birth certificate on the computer they have at the store. You see the computer is labeled in such a way as to make it seem "kid friendly". Instead of saying "press the enter key" it says "press the green square". Now keep in mind that my sister has her first degree in some sort of IT field...I think it is a computer type degree of some sort. She is mere months away from a BACHELOR'S degree in computer type stuff.

She struggled to follow the directions to press the green key, press the Diamond shape for a No answer and other commands. As I chuckled and pointed them out to her she said, "Why do they call it a diamond key? I could have found it if they called it F10!"

I couldn't resist this little jab at her after we had spent so much time focusing on how long it had been since I had been to the mall. I am NOT a mall person to say the least. I have not been there in probably 5 years. I have only been once since they took the ice rink out and had never seen the 2 story carousel.

I see the fashion trends in magazines, on people and in other stores. I just have NO DESIRE to dress that way. I believe I can be respectfully modest and fashionable in my own way. This is not a license to have open season making fun of the way one4jc dresses if you know me.

I just happen to believe I can dress the way I want without the $$ price mark up at the mall. I will be purchasing new clothes once I settle on a size to wear. I had been stepping on the scale once a week at work. I got busy... the kids got crazy etc etc. I stepped on again on Friday and discovered I have lost another 7 pounds. After I did the happy dance a little my coworker and I had quite a conversation on weight and how it really doesn't matter. It really is about what is on the inside of a person that counts.

Although she couldn't believe I really gave her the correct number...she actually got up to look at the scale :o)

I hope to level off the weight loss soon purely for health reasons. The only reason I can figure I am losing weight is because of the divorce. I haven't really changed the way I eat or what I eat I just don't live with him and never plan to again. So far I have dropped almost 75 lbs I think?

Yea!

Send in the clowns!

So I found the following article, "Send in the clowns to boost IVF success" and actually laughed out loud.


My first thought being the clown that I am was...

What about infertile clowns? Does it help them conceive to stare in the mirror and do magic tricks for a few minutes before having sex or doing the invitro fertilization? What about watching taped performances of themselves clowning?

Anyone who has read this blog for long knows that I do not have any children here on earth with me. I am not infertile. I have miscarriages due to a blood clotting disorder that I have called APS. I don't think the article applies to me but I did get a good laugh at how medical research dollars are being spent.

I haven't been updating as much because I have been out scooting around and continuing to raise the needed funds for the Jamaica missions trip. I have raised all but the last $400.00. I am amazed at how fast $20.00 here and $50.00 there adds up so quickly. I will be applying for the dreaded passport on Monday and starting to prepare the necessary Legal and Medical paperwork as well this week.

As far as the divorce goes I seem to be in a holding pattern circling the airport waiting on the courts. The lawyer has all the paperwork she needs. She is shuffling, collating, filing and the like to eat up that nice retainer fee I paid her. I will make a phone call or 2 this week to see where things stand.

I am doing well with all the emotions of the divorce (on most days). I have thought about changing the name of the blog and taking off the "...Divorce sucks" part again. It still sucks just not as bad as it did in the beginning or even the first year of the process. I finally think I am seeing the light at the end of the tunnel.

A slippery slope?

Sometimes when you stand along the edge of the pond for too long the ground gets slippery.

Then you repeatedly ask someone to help you build a deck or lay a sidewalk to help things not be so slippery.

When the local tour boat goes by and makes some waves the pond edge gets even more slippery because of the waves that were made.

Sometimes even though you have tried to not fall in the pond it becomes too difficult to hold on. Sometimes it looks so tempting to just slide under the water with the rest.

When everyone is in the water and the pond edge is empty the pond owners sometimes wonder why... But more often they just take down the sign and wait for others to come watch the swans play... But the slope is still slippery.

So when the pond becomes busy again and the tour boat goes by to make waves the same thing will happen.

Some day maybe the pond owner will listen when someone asks for a deck or a sidewalk. But maybe not...

I know this may not make sense to some of you but it will make sense to a few of my readers and I think it can be taken by all as a good life lesson.

Learn to compromise and change with the times or soon you will only have swans in the pond and no boats or people watching the swans from the shore.

I'm Back......

I know you have all been checking in to see me because oddly enough my hit counter was higher while I was offline than sometimes when I'm on line! Well I missed you guys too!

Sadly I must say the wireless router is fried.

A Moment of Silence please?


Now I need to shoot off an email to my Mom letting her know of the recent passing of the beloved hardware and wires.

What an email? How impersonal?

PLU...ZE! This is the woman who sent us emails telling us that her and Beau would be cohabitating for a few months before the wedding...which I might add the wedding was BRAND NEW INFORMATION as well.

More of an update when I have a little more time...TTFN

Add a line story...

So let's try something new....

Every person who visits and reads this should add a line to the story in the comments section.

To start it off... The man with one arm approached the man on the street corner and said...

Everybody was Kung Foo fighting...

So I stopped by to see a friend of mine tonight. I wanted a scooter ride and well...I knew I needed to check in with her today.

So I walk in the door and the children all perk up and I can see the thought bubbles above their heads...

"Ohhhhhh a new audience to perform for......"

I follow my friend upstairs while she folds laundry and observe the following things:

1. An almost 4 year old trying to shoot me with a "power saw" that lights up.

2. A 2 year old touch absolutely every thing that his mother had told him not to touch for the last 2 weeks in a matter of 3 minutes.

3. A 2 and 4 year old wrestling on a bed and hitting each other in spots that would hurt in 10 years or so if they continue to hit each other there.

4. Three children faces light up when Daddy walks into a room and scoops them into hugs at different times.

5. Two female dogs getting a little confused about the mating process.

6. A Mom scoop up her son and smother him with kisses while he giggles like only a two year old can.

7. A house full of love and laughter even in the mist of a difficult time emotionally.

I know these kids and they are not high strung like this. Every child needs to show off every once in a while. And these parents have the ability to watch and laugh yet set limits to maintain a balance between fun and chaos. I know these parents and they are loving like this all the time.

I look forward to visiting this "Grown up" house more often. After living in chaos myself for so long I had forgotten how a "normal" family can function and live like grown ups without the construction mess.

Oh and the title... as I was leaving the house the Dad was wrestling around with the kids and singing "Everybody was Kung Foo Fighting..."

Now I have had the song stuck in my head all night long!

The wind in my hair....part 2

So I think the scooter is FINALLY operation...as in I rode today for a LONG time and all the tires stayed inflated and the proper shape of round.

I hadn't realized how much I missed it until I was out with the sun in my eyes, the wind in my hair, relaxing and talking to God. I have come to love Tinkerbell. Even though she only tops out at 40mph (with the wind at my back) and slows when trudging up hill.

So I had a conversation with Big Red after Church today. All in all not too bad same old irritations as before... Wondering why he hasn't heard from my lawyer.

DUH...After 3 months he finally gave me the required paperwork to turn in less than a week ago and now he expects her to jump up and have it all done right now. DUH Here's your sign!

What would have been our 5 year wedding anniversary is coming up quick. We had planned on renewing our vows. So we could have a (very small close friends and family only) church wedding to remember. We were married outside in a garden and our focus wasn't on God. Since God has become such a big factor in our (well at least he thought God was important at one time) lives we wanted to do things the right way in our hearts.

I have already made other plans for that day so that I won't be able to throw myself the ultimate pity party. Because I know I would and I would even invite friends to join me...but that's not how I want to spend that day.

I hope it doesn't rain as much as they say it will this week. I'm ready for another ride already!

My little grass hut

The only survivor of a shipwreck was washed up on a small, uninhabited island. He prayed feverishly for GOD to rescue him, and everyday he scanned the horizon for help, but none seemed forthcoming.

Exhausted, he eventually managed to build a little hut out of driftwood to protect himself from the elements and to store his few possessions.

One day, after scavenging for food, he arrived home to find his little hut in flames with smoke rolling up to the sky. The worst had happened! Everything was lost! He was stunned with disbelief, grief, and anger. "GOD, how could you do this to me?" he cried.

Early the next day he was awakened by the sound of a ship that was approaching the island. It had come to rescue him.

"How did you know I was here?" asked the weary man of his rescuers.

"We saw your smoke signal," they replied.

Moral of the story:

It's easy to get discouraged when things are going bad, but we shouldn't lose heart, because GOD is at work in our lives, even in the midst of pain, and suffering.

Remember that, the next time your little hut seems to be burning to the ground.

It just may be a smoke signal that summons the grace of GOD.

My very own watchdog

As I am winding down my evening Big Red calls to see if he can drop something off. Sure why not.

As he arrives and leaves less than 3 minutes after ringing the bell my phone rings. It is my beloved sister who lives across the street.

Seems a neighbor who has decided to keep an eye on me when he can spotted Big Red in front of the house, notified Coffee and she called me to make sure things were ok.

If I had to pick a guy in our neighborhood to "watch out for me" it would be this guy. He shaves his head and is a big burly motorcycle riding fellow who would scare most everyone I know away. He doesn't scare me anymore because I know him. He is just a giant teddy bear with a bit o' grizzly bear inside that he pulls out when he is poked too much.

I feel quite comforted by the fact that I have someone who keeps an eye on me and the neighborhood in general. Not all neighborhoods have the sense of community like that anymore.

If more people were like him then... well that's a whole different post on the pros and cons of addition living vs. country living.

More tomorrow...

Pet Peeves Part 1

I have a few pet peeves. I know it is shocking but alas it is true.

* I detest being interrupted in the shower. If I'm in the shower what on earth makes you think I want to have a conversation with you through a closed door. Now let me clarify this by saying Big Red and I used to have conversations while one was in the shower and the other was brushing teeth etc. But at this point in my life there is not one person that I would allow into the bathroom with me while I shower. I am guessing I will have more patience when it is a child of mine but adults should know enough to wait.

*People who make plans with you and don't bother to call you to let you know they are running late or will not be able to make it at all. If I say I will do something that means I will do it or call in person to explain why it isn't going to work.

* It also aggravates me to no end when people interrupt me. I have someone in my life who never lets me finish a sentence before she interrupts to tell me why I'm wrong. I actually laughed out loud once when I was repeating back what she had said and she started teliing me why it was wrong before she could catch herself. She listened as it was coming out of her mouth and corrected herself.

That's all for now but I may post more as I come across them. Do you have any pet peeves that you'd like to share?

Make your own caption...

Ok I'm stepping out on a limb and trying out a new type of post.

Create your own caption. Be funny, original and try to keep it somewhat clean.

If this goes well I will get a little more adventurous with the pictures.

Quite the 4th of July

So the "meet and greet" when better than expected. Food was grilled and consumed...quite tasty.

I had a blast on the jetski. I even was given the special task of taking Beau out for his first ride. We didn't make it too far when the engine became clogged with weeds. Usually this is not a big deal because you jump off and rock it while pulling the weeds out. Rocking makes it easier to reach the clogged parts and the water flow helps to loosen it up.

But here's the catch... My passenger was a 73 year old man whom I didn't think I would be able to get back on the jetski in the middle of the lake. At this part of the lake it is easily 30 feet deep. So we ever so gingerly switched places and I tried hard to remove the weeds without getting off. I didn't want to knock him off. I removed as much as I could but had to get in the water. In the weeds. In the middle of the lake.

It literally took me 30 minutes to unclog the jetski. But I was able to do it without rocking it. I got back on and instead of switching places Beau drove us back to the house. Which was interesting because I had to provide directions for him...without the benefit of his hearing aids!

Yeah so that was fun.

My sister and I made a pilgrimage over to my Father's grave. She wanted to place a flag on his grave. He is a veteran but somehow he gets missed when they place the flags out at his cemetery. So anyway we are taking pictures of the bench/tombstone on the camera phones when I see it. It. It is a used condom on the ground underneath the bench.

No one ever believes me when I say that we have the Superman emblem on the tombstone. One side has the emblem and the other side has a picture of my Mom in her clown makeup.

Anyway back to this condom. My sister managed to move it with the stick portion of the flag. We made a few jokes on the way back to the house about how Mom wanted people to sit and think on the bench. Well apparently they did more than think. Maybe we should provide an ashtray for those folks along with the lava lamp to set the mood.

But deep down I wanted to cry. I know in my heart that my Dad isn't there. BUT at the same time I don't want people screwing on the spot where we laid him to rest. The thing that keeps going through my mind is WHAT kind of people have sex in a graveyard!?

I haven't always been an angel. But I can't imagine ever having sex in a graveyard. There is just something wrong about that. And even IF (and that's a big if) I could get past that, why on earth would you leave the condom on someone's tombstone!

That's my Dad's tombstone. Not a bed and breakfast.

So if you who had sex on top of my Dad's grave happen to be reading this could you do me a favor and STOP IT!

Observations on swimsuits

1. The smaller the swimsuit means the higher the price. Well until you get to "that" size which is the equivalent to a tent with leg and arm holes. If you happen to be above a size 10 (in the store I was in) you must need a skirt to cover the horrid bottom half that you MUST have.

2. I have lost so much weight that last years suit literally falls off. Yes I'm thinner but I don't think the entire lake needs to see my chest.


3. Now I need a new suit by tomorrow or I will not be able to play on the jetski.

4. The other suit I have fits most of me except the aforementioned chest which spills over.

5. Why is it that no swimsuits ever fit the top AND bottom?

6. So now I am off to shop. Oh I wish I didn't have to do this.

****UPDATE****

After visiting 6 stores and trying on hundreds...ok at least a dozen... of suits I finally found one that I like and doesn't look too bad on me.

I found out by reading the dear ole sister's blog that tomorrow at the lake has turned into another "Meet 'n' Greet". Which means the time on the Jetski has been diminished by the now impending Butler type activities that I (and the sis) will now be relegated to doing.

Sigh...so much for a relaxing day at the lake...

I think I have reached a new level of healing. Even though I am the one pursuing the divorce it is him who "left" by sleeping with other women. 

Fireworks just for you

I have to be at work by 6:00am on July 5th. I'm not really all that upset because I do get a 4 day weekend and not everyone does. I will miss the fireworks because of Daylight savings time. I used to be able to stay up and watch them before when they started at 9:30pm. Now I understand that they will not start until after 10:30.

Anyway since I do not believe I will be the only person in the USA to miss the fireworks I have found the link for us. This link to Fireworks enables you to make your show how you want.

A few noteworthy items...

I am once again on the phone trying to find a tire for the scooter.

I told Big Red he will have to pay the excess attorney fees I am accumulating because he refuses to get me the paperwork I need.

We had an awesome service in Church this AM. We did not worry about seperating church and state as we prayed for our leaders and soldiers.

Please remember to take time to thank anyone who has served in the armed forces. They have helped to keep this our independence day by defending our country.

I need to whine for a minute....

So I was very excited last night when Mr. Manly (Brother-in-law) came over to mow the lawn. He said he was grateful that I have been watching Junior while he and Coffee are off working and learning at various places in the lovely city. So I am ready to head to the garage yet again to try my hand at fixing the flat again.

I have tried several times over the last few weeks to "pop" my tire off, replace the tube inside and replace the tire. I never got past the first "pop" and was ready to put the thing on eBay at this point...

As I am out in the garage Mr. Manly offers to help me get it started... In true Mr. Manly form he took over the entire project and just completed it for me. All I had to do was put air in the tire and I would be feeling the wind in my hair once again!

Motorcycle Mike fills the tire with air and I am off to scoot around town.

YES! I am happy again.

I rode for almost an hour, put gas in it, picked up mail from that other house and then I hear it...

Psssssssssssssssssssssssssssss

I am stopped at a light and quickly pull over into the nearest parking lot.

Yep.... It is true...The same &$@#* tire was flat again.

I tried to call several people...Duh... It is a holiday weekend and no one was to be found anywhere.

After securing the scooter to a pole in the parking lot I begin to walk. 10 + blocks

After some negotiating with the local neighbors and family the scooter was returned to the garage. Again.

I was advised to go purchase ANOTHER tube for the inside of the tire. Or rather exchange the one they sold me that had a hole in it. The tube that pooped out today was the first tube that had been repaired because the newly purchased one never inflated due to a hole.

So much for all the money I have been saving on gas.

I just want to ride the scooter. Is that too much to hope for?