Since I started working for Danna and this became a boring blog about nothing I thought I would spice things up with a boring post about motherhood.
I could write a novel about Ella’s 8 year old antics as of late, but I wasn’t planning to take things to such an exciting level as blogging about motherhood is new to me and honestly something to pass the time while I wait for something better to come on tv which I can imagine is the exact same thing anyone reading this is waiting for as well so I wouldn’t want to grip you with the drama that is the third graders life and have you so wrapped up in who took what out of who’s lunch at school that you miss the show you’ve been counting down the hours to watch all day long.
Instead I will bring you along on mine and Oliver’s journey to Mr. Lube today. Now, Brock and I have had heated conversations on many many ocassions about who should take my car to get the oil changed, I have more than once reminded him that if my Dad took care of it for me when I lived at home then he should most certainly be taking care if it for me now. He will often let my car go 9000km or more over the sticker’s recomendation!!! Well I shouldn’t even say that because he has never in the 10 years we have been together taken one of my vehicles in for service so ok, its me that lets it go 9000km over the stickers reccomendations (sorry Dad)
So off Oliver and I go to get the Oil changed. Its been raining for a few days in Calgary now and Oliver has come up with this charming game he likes to play on all car trips where he starts screaming at me at the very top of his lungs to turn the wipers on and then when he’s had enough of their back and forth he starts screaming at me to turn them off…really so fun, even more fun when he is screaching at me to turn them off in a down pour and wont listen to any reasoning as to why I can’t turn them off ahhh kids..good times. Once we have arrived at Mr. Lube and were safely able to turn the wipers off as per Oliver’s request I thought we were smooth sailing until the guy comes out and says we have to shift things around, there are 3 lanes all full and he wants everyone to back up and let a car from the far lane come over into the opposite far lane, I wanted to ask him if he was fing kidding me the rules should be if you pick the shitty lane thats your shitty luck but that would have been rude so I awkwardly backed out because 1. i get nervous backing out in front of people and 2. i’m not entirely sure the proper way to back out I usually try to pick a spot that you can pull through. Once pulled back in Oliver and I played the wiper game for the next 1/2hr while we waited for our turn. I always get the same guy and Mr Lube, the one that thinks he is gods gift to the universe he is obviously beyond full of himself with his overly pomaded hair and dirty fingers and I swear he sees me coming from a mile away everytime. We went through the whole, you’ve gone well over the reccomended milage, your cap is seized on due to you driving with oil fumes rather than oil, we have to run a $19.95 flush in order the clean things out again and so on and so forth, I just nod I don’t care just change the oil. Then he starts pulling out filters, honestly everytime I go in there they pull out the filters and tell me I need new ones, this is when i start bombarding Brock with texts about how annoyed I am that I am having to do the oil change again because I know I don’t need new filters but i’m a people pleaser and can’t say no. 7 unanswered texts later I figure Brock is probably busy watching a movie in his truck and can’t answer because he got some really good new ones in Blockbusters closing out sale a couple weeks ago. Thats when Oliver decides its time for another round of the wiper game and starts screaming at me to turn the wipers on and you can almost see the Mr. Lube guy start to smile, he has been waiting for this moment of distraction/embarassment as everyone is looking over at the screaming kid, he wisely chooses this moment to bring up some other service I must have with winter fast approaching. I can’t even tell you what its called because I couldn’t hear him over Oliver’s screaching to turn the wipers on, but I am almost positive he said it cost $19.95. I just nod and continue to tell Oliver that the car isn’t even on I can not at this time turn the wipers on! $350.00 later we pulled out of Mr Lube. Brock’s movie must have ended around the same time because he texted back saying he would be on top of it from now on I told him not to worry about it I have an arrangement with the neighbour, he mows the lawn and puts out my garbage cans on Thursdays, its a one sided arrangement I do nothing for him, I’m going to discuss with him the possibility of him also taking over my oil changes.

And a quick shot of the back just so you can see how awesome this cape is even though the picture is not so awesome!

Can you believe this clean out! I wish I had taken a before because it really is remarkable!
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