No pickles.

Well today was interesting. Getting up at 5:30am tends to foreshadow that. I had to take Brett to get an MRI on his knee. Of course it happened to be pouring outside, so thanks to the leaks in my car, it was raining inside and out. We get there early, and that goes ok. I treated him to breakfast at Bob Evans, then we head home. He grabbed some Zs and I just snuggled with the cats till it was time to take his car to the shop.

Ok, so far it doesn't seem to be a interesting day, but just wait.

We dropped his car off at the dealership repair shop, since no one else can tell what's wrong with it. They are overly polite, not being use to that we were a little surprised. We head off home and an hour later we get the diagnostics call.

First of all when we took the car to Becks by home for a tune up, they put the wrong coolant in the car. This isn't some fly by night place, they came recommended by my dad, because he knew them. Well they FAILED! It turns out that the problems with the car are nothing related to the codes pulled from the car. A couple weeks about we spent $100 bucks for them to find out what was wrong with the car. Their diagnostics, that it was a faulty EGR valve. The same one that was replaced back in January. Brett asks the tech 3 times, is there anything else that could be causing this problem. They said no. Pissed off, Brett tracks down a new EGR valve and replace it, and gets a refund for the so called faulty one. The problem keeps happening, getting slightly worse. Brett goes to Auto Zone and gets the codes pulled on the car. It says a number of things, like a bad EGR valve and O2 sensor. I finally had enough and we take the car to the dealership, because they would know that type of car better than anyone.

They said it was exhaust valve leak, a problem with the starter, one of the engine mounts collapsed, and it had the wrong coolant in it. None of these things Becks caught in the inspection. Fail 1!

Becks is known for their mufflers and exhaust, and they didn't catch a exhaust valve leak? Fail 2.

Becks flushed the coolant when they did the tune up, so they put the wrong coolant in the car. Fail 3.

Brett calls Becks and tells them that the dealership said that the coolant was wrong. Asshat at Becks pull the paperwork and says they used the right coolant, (the coolant is supposed to be blue, and it was green) and that sometimes dealerships can put one over on you, and that if you shine a light into the system, it can make the coolant look green. Asshat says they put the right coolant in but if we wanted to bring the car in they would flush it and put coolant in it again. Brett calls the dealership back to get that the wrong coolant was put in the car in writing and double checks to make sure that the coolant was indeed wrong. The dealership tech that it was no problem getting that in writing and they just drained to coolant to flush it, and it was indeed green. Ok, what color blind Fuckmook, tech can drain coolant from a car, see that it is blue, then turn around and put green coolant in? (the color tells the type of coolant) Fail 4.

Tomorrow we pick up Brett's car and get the paper saying that Becks fucked up. Then we are trotting ourselves over to Becks with paper in tow and demanding the money for the diagnostics and the coolant flush back, because they have now cost us $1450 in repairs on the car that should have been caught earlier. Who knows if the fucking EGR valve was bad in the first place, which "needed replaced" when the car was in the shop for the tune up, so these problems could have been there and they didn't notice. We will simply tell them that if they don't refund the money that we will file a complaint with the BBB. We are also going to inform them that we are no longer going to take our vehicles there and neither are my parents. That's 4 cars they will never work on again. Lest see if they hit Fail 5. Fuckmooks.

Getting back to the timeline of the day, my mother decided to come over and bring her friend from up north. I by the way hate this friend of her's and can not stand the woman. They come in and fawn over the Roar, and Shank hides. Shank hates my mom, because she torments him and calls him fat kitty. Shank lets Brett hold him so my mom's friend can see him. He knows he's safe from torment in Brett's arms. They chatter on and on, telling up horrible stories. Then they left. Only to have my mom call me during my "yearly exam", embarrassing the hell out of me.

We are going to see a couple of houses Thursday, and one we were excited about already has an offer on it. Which sucks ass. But I did research on it. What they have is a First Right to Purchase agreement with the owner. Which means they put in a offer, but they won't commit to buying until they sell their house, if they can sell their house. It's not solid. If little ol' me comes along and likes the house, I can put an offer on the house, if the owner likes the offer and accepts it, then the people with the agreement have a set time like 24-48 hours to give a definite yes, we will buy it, or they fore fit their right to it. Then the place is mine. Muahahaha! But seriously there is hope in that situation, or the owner can tell us to fuck off. And the people with the agreement might go ahead and buy the place. But there is hope, and if people don't want to buy a place till their sold, they might not have enough money to own both and be forced to give up their right to it.

Well I've been up since 5:30, so I'm going to bed. Laters! Savvy?

-Aislin


Yes I know that the picture has nothing to do with what I wrote in the blog, but they are cute and I wanted to show them off. ;P