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Winter blues

Like many of you, I have had an interesting few weeks trying to deal with the snow, icy road conditions, long waits in traffic, and car problems. It was bad enough having my car stall on occasion and getting stuck in at least five snow mounds, but now my car has died.

It fizzled yesterday and so I got to spend one of my vacation days out in the -30 weather trying to fix it and then drive it in a state of sheer terror to the nearest Certigard. I woke up this morning to find out that there are numerous issues that have piled up due to my car being treated like a work horse over the last few months. The breaks are pretty much non-existant and my battery too dead to even bother recharging.

The mechanic paused a little when I asked for an estimate of the things they would have to do for my car to be safe to drive. He said with as perky a voice as he could dredge up, "Uh, that will be about $995 ma'am." My mouth opened up slightly and the room spun a little before I could fully register this number. "Wha, um er" was my brilliant response. Well I guess what has to be done has to be done I thought to myself and told them to go ahead and do what they had to do. Ugh just what I needed right before Christmas.

Oh and on the subject of saving money, in theory a great idea in practice much more difficult. 

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  1. MichelleDecember 15, 2009 at 8:26 PM

    "Wha, um er" pretty much sounds like the right response.

    Boo.

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  2. Look up.December 16, 2009 at 10:05 PM

    That's a heck of a lot of money...

    Danaya

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