You can tell it is Fall...



...when you have to wear several layers of clothes to play softball




...when the cotton is done bloomin'



...when Miss Priss thinks she is Taylor Swift of the forest

...when you can go to the county fair and get some roasted corn

Poor Poor Pitiful Me!

HaHa!  Are ya'll familiar with that song?  "I laid my head on the railroad track, waiting for the Double E, Train don't come through here no more poor poor pitiful me..."  That is the way I started to feel last week.  It all started on Monday when I was on my way to work and my car started "whistling".  It overheated and I had to leave it in a Food Lion parking lot for my dad to come get and take back home for me.  I had to call Brandon and have him come pick me up and take me on to work.  To make matters worse Brandon's truck was in his shop waiting on a clutch to be shipped so he could put it back together.  So our one extra vehicle was down already.  My old truck is running, but had an oil leak, no tag, no registration, no inspection, and no insurance.  Brandon has off on Fridays so he thought he was going to take have to take the engine back out and replace a seal that he thought he may have pinched when he put the new engine back in it recently.  So we were still short a vehicle so I borrowed my moms 4-Runner on Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday.  Tuesday morning I got lucky and won a $50 gas card, 2 tickets to the race in Charlotte, and a chance to win a new 2012 Camry!  WOO HOO Right??  Wrong, I will keep it short and go ahead and tell you that I didn't win that drawing... Anyway, Friday morning I decided I would just drive Brandon's Mustang and let mom have her 4-wheeler back for the weekend.  Well what do you know, I hit a freakin' deer with his car on the way to work!!  Talk about luck!  I had a terrible day and then things turned around a little.  Dad put some stuff in the radiator that seemed to seal off the head gasket leak and Brandon found that it was something very simple that was causing the oil leak in my truck.  We drove my car around all weekend and it was fine.  Brandon drove it to work on Monday and it was fine.  He drove it Tuesday to take kids to school to get on the bus and what do you know, it won't start.  So he got back home (call me for a funny story about this trip-I can't report it on the world wide web) and took his truck to work.  SIDENOTE:  He had finished with the clutch, but had moved onto the catalytic converter, which he cut off over the weekend and ordered a new one-so he had no exhaust and his truck sounded like a tractor pull tractor going down the road.  Anyway he had to drive it (illegally) into Charlotte and back sounding like a Saturday night tractor pull.  He bought a new starter for my car and put it on Wednesday night and Thursday morning the head gasket blew again and he had to "limp" back home with it steaming and get his car to go to work.  Meanwhile this week I have been racing around getting an inspection and a tag for my truck and driving it again.  I feel 16 again!  HaHa!  It literally cramps my style though when you have 2 kids crammed in there with you and there is no room for a pocket book, jackets, or grocery bags.  BUT I feel very fortunate to even have it to drive.  The only peculiar thing with it though is that when you first crank it and go the speedometer doesn't work and it may or may not go to working after you get down the road.  This happens every time you stop and turn the truck off somewhere.  Oh well, I guess that's not all that necessary.  Like I said I am fortunate to have something to get me from A to B!  Next week Brandon's car is going into the body shop for Bambi repairs and we will both being driving our trucks-thank God for the gas cards since we will be driving the guzzling beasts! 
I was at the end of my rope by last weekend and the darndest thing happened.  When I tied the knot to prepare to hang on, the knot slipped out and I was holding onto a thread.  I went around to the DMV office, inspection station, insurance office all in a frazzle.  A couple of times the thought crossed my mind to reach either for a Valium that I have secretly stashed away for times like this or for the Captain Morgan, but when it came down to that I fell over and crashed on my own from pure emotional exhaustion! 
I do want to say that in the grand scheme of things I don't have it all that bad.  I am very lucky that when it is my turn for drama that it's something we can handle and move on with.  I though I would just share my crazy week with whoever wanted to read about it.  Stay tuned for I fear it may not be over...