Mercedes Seeks Revenge and a Fright

It was pointed out to me that my last blog was bad karma for me and the Mercedes. After leaving the Mercedes at a friends house, it was dead. There was absolutely no juice in the battery. This is a major problem for this particular vehicle because it brings to light a major design flaw. The battery is in the trunk and the trunk needs power to open. Thus when your car is dead and you need a jump you cant access the battery. Newer versions have a location under the hood to jump, but this one does not. We thought about jumping off the starter or alternator, but neither Josh (friend that had a large paper weight in his driveway) nor I felt comfortable attempting this.

We eventually found that under the passenger floor mat is a place to jump the vehicle (under the carpet behind a metal plate). Note we found this after 3 hours of futile attempts to get is started and trips to Autozone. You could view this as the Mercedes causing problems for more than Lisa, but she did orchestrate me leaving it at Josh's house so I could ride with him because she said the Mercedes was acting up. So it was reacting to her actions. I took it to Autozone and the battery, starter and alternator were fine. Lisa and the Benz need to make amends.

The fright:

After Church on Sunday (not that you couldn't have guessed the day), we stayed after with friends again to let the little ones play on the 2 story playground. BC loved it. Lisa took him to the top and rode down the slide with him. The slide is pretty fast and way to dangerous for him to ride alone. He wanted to ride again and so I took him. As we spun down the spiral slide, I didn't want to slow down (where is the fun in that?) but I didn't want to let the boy's head slam into the wall, so I stuck my elbow out to steady us. When I got out I found that I had rubbed my elbow raw. Oh well. We all got ready to leave and I noticed something. I didn't have my knife. . .

So there are few places that I can think of that are worse than a kid's playground to lose a knife. I mean it has no safety and it is spring loaded. I could just picture a kid finding it and who knows what would happen. Luckily my name isn't on it. The search began. I climbed up and down the jungle gym and climbed the slide trying to find my knife. I went up and down the path I took trying to see if it was caught somewhere. I looked underneath the play area. All to no avail. I gave up and decided to check at home and if I didn't find it to call the church to warn them. It was on my dresser at home. All that panic for nothing. Lisa thinks the Mercedes had something to do with it.

Lisa hurt the Mercedes' Feelings

I don't know how it happened, but Lisa definitely upset the Mercedes Benz. She might have dinged the door, made a snide comment or neglected to wash it, but whatever she did, the Mercedes is seeking its revenge.

Over the past week or so, the Mercedes has not been good to Lisa. Last Thursday during the downpour, the Mercedes broke down on 59 north stranding Lisa on the left shoulder. I left work to go save her and let her take the Nissan to pick up BC from Mother's Day out. She swears she didn't run out of gas and that the Mercedes broke down, but once the Sheriff gave me a gallon of gas it ran fine and has been running fine since I filled it up (the range and gauge said it was bone dry when it stopped running) The check engine light did come on, but the mechanic said that the codes were related to lack of fuel.

I am 99.9% sure that lack of gas was the problem, but Lisa swears it had gas. I now think that the Mercedes is punishing her and purposely showed it had gas when in fact it was empty. . .

Here is another example of the Mercedes punishing Lisa. The other morning I get a call from Lisa, after she loaded the kid in the car, that the Mercedes wont start. She said it wouldn't turn over and the radio would not turn off. So she missed her appointment and I made plans to get a ride the next day so she could drive the Nissan. When I got home, I planned to jump the Mercedes and get the battery checked. I thought I would try starting it and it started. The next morning it started and I drove it to work. I think it doesn't like Lisa anymore and wont run for her.

Any thoughts on how Lisa and make up with the Mercedes?

JITBox = Vomit . . . kinda

Well it has been awhile since I updated the blog. Lisa has been out of town (don't remember where exactly) and I have been busy with work. But I do have a new story since Lisa's return.

As you may have figured out from my last blog and new side post, Lisa is prego. (I would say knocked up as it is my preferred nomenclature, but Lisa thinks it has a negative connotation.) As with BC, with this Baby she has terrible morning sickness. Enough background, now to the story.

You might not believe it is possible, but we have had two vomit events within 48 hours in JIT-box parking lots. Normally this would not be news as some think JIT-box always leads to a vomit event. This is not my opinion, I actually like JITB. What is unbelievable is that JITB had nothing to do with the vomit events.

On Thursday night we were driving to Kemah to go to Ichibans for dinner (Lisa had been craving it) but on the way BC got sick and we had to pull over (JITB parking lot). After 30+ minutes of Lisa cleaning up the mess, we headed back home since BC was sick and did not need to be out. I was very proud of Lisa because she was able to overcome her morning sickness and overall nausea to take care of her boy. She truly is a good mom.

Then less than 48 hours later, we are headed to Kemah (again) to go to a party at my parent's house. Along the way, Lisa's morning sickness overcame her and we had to pullover again. Randomly we pulled over to a JITB (a different one I might add). Luckily we were prepared and had minimal cleanup.

So to recap, Lisa is back, the parasite is causing nausea, JITB is good food although lately proximity to JITB leads to my family getting sick. Strange.

I guess the next time I want breakfast after 10:30am or want two tacos for 99cents I will have to bring plastic bags for Lisa and BC.