SIGH

 Remember when I was whining about how much money I have to collect by June?  Well, another chunk was just added.

Aryn and Bradley, bless them, took the van to Fountain Tire in North Vancouver to get the brakes checked.  They are due to leave for a round trip, Kananaskis, Grand Prairie then home, gone two weeks.  They were going to use the van but brakes were likely needed.

Well by the time Fountain, whom I trust implicitly, came up with everything that is wrong with the van and needs fixing right away, the total was shocking!  I guess everything is leaking, tie rods are a problem blah blah blah....final bill is seventy five hundred. ( a steam shovel list) 

I freaked, hooped, said extreme stupid things, settled down, discussed, then Monte and I decided to get it fixed.  I share expenses with him due to my using it as much as he does.  I think I will have to tap into my LOC for this one and make payments.  And I have to say this will be the very first time I have ever borrowed or owed money anywhere ever.  Our properties have always been clear title and I always keep money on my credit cards.  It's going to be weird.  But if we scrapped the van we would never get a second vehicle.  Apparently the motor is in great shape and there isn't a whole lot of mileage on it which makes it saveable. 

And just a note here, Monte has had the van serviced regularly.  How did it get so bad if they were checking it?  And that was at Canadian Tire, thank you very much.  We will be taking it to Dodge Ram from now on for its service checks.  And from now on we are going to keep her running forever.  Possibly we should take it back to Fountain Tire, our family go to for the last thirty plus years, and snag a visit with the family at the same time!  If something goes wrong with what they are doing right now, they can not complain about someone else screwing it up!!!

We have company coming tomorrow.  A friend of Ange's, and now mine as well, (I shan't mention names here), the nicest person possible, has met an apparently fabulous man online.  He lives in Maple Ridge.  I am really happy for her and I so hope it works out.  But due to the fact that we don't know him, some safety measures need to be in place.  So tomorrow afternoon she is bringing him here for coffee.  He will be staying in a hotel so it will be within her control how close she choses to be with him.

Ange and I are so different from her.  This April marks the two year anniversary of her living here.  And at the beginning we both swore there would never be any penises (other than Monte and he doesn't count cuz he is a rellie) living in this house.  And two years later we feel even stronger about that.  We did our time and we are quite happy to be just ourself.  But our friend lost her husband many years ago so she hasn't had the same experience. I understand why she is interested.  Fingers crossed!!!

I have a complaint about instagram.  I really enjoy it.  The reels are so funny.  I have learned that some dogs are smarter than me.  I have heard amazing new music.  I have seen some crazy good artwork.  But....and here's the rub.

I keep everything I put out publicly open to anyone.  If I have something private, I don't post it.  As a result the world can look at my pictures.  But I don't know why they would, except for one group that consistently are looking.  Nigerians.  Bless them.

I get the most sickly sweet, misspelled, ridiculous messages from them along with ridiculous fake pictures.  Even if I was beyond desperate I would hate the invites.  They are too icky.

Two nights ago around three in the morning my phone blew up with notices.  I don't silence it, just turn it down just in case there is an emergency.  Well this thing dinged and dinged and dinged and....  Finally I thought I had better look.  It was one of those messages and he was hearting every single one of my forty pictures.  I immediately blocked him.  These guys treat instagram like a store for old bags that hopefully have money and no brains.

Well I am super hungry.  Back to low carb and intermittent fasting.  It certainly works on my blood sugar.  If anything keeps me trying is I don't want my kidneys getting worse.  It really annoys me that when you are first diagnosed with type 2 they don't tell you that even working hard at it your kidneys take a beating.  There are so many things I would have done differently had I only known.  Like ibuprofen.......bad bad bad.  Mix Tylenol and aspirin they say.  If you have to.  Best to just tough it out, whatever it is.  And my kidneys are only fifty per cent.  So I am drinking quarts of water every day and about to start a new drug, one that gives you certain infections that are not fun.

So I am going to go and make a yummy greek salad.  Have a lovely day and I shall report back how our friend's weekend works out.  Fingers crossed.  TTYL

"Guys number one fear with online dating is the girl is chubby.  Women's is they are going to get murdered."  Hampton Yount

update:  The mystery man has arrived in Port, they are out for dinner and so far no help message from her!!!  Oh I do hope it works out for her.