Tim has had his 4-wheeler engine torn apart for sometime now. He was going to sell it “as is” but decided to give him and Tucker a project to work on together. Well that project had to get an extra kick start when we found we would be moving. He was close to finishing but that gave it a push to say the least. Anyway tada today it is up and running. Amazing to me that with a book checked out of the library he literally took the whole thing apart cleaned it all bought a few gaskets, a piston, borrowed some tools from Checker and Auto Zone and put it back together. And the best part is it started up. No more smoking like it used to and it ptptptpts sooo great (or at least he tells me it does) it sounds perfect! (again so he tells me) He may not be a brain surgeon but when it comes to the
mechanics of things he is great. I'm glad to have a fixer upper guy. I grew up with a fixer upper dad and wouldn't know life any other way. (although the stitches from our Sept. fix it project weren't that great) He now treats me like a little china doll when I help him after that experience.
I started out saying this was a "lighter" post well the pic has made it a not so light post. Oh wel that's waht you get with a rambling mind like mine. Hey I'm recording history here people.
For those of you who don't know last Sept. we were working on our Van and the brake rotor was stuck. Tim says he has NEVER seen a rotor stuck so badly. Anyway it wouldn't come off so we were using a tool that busted and hit me between the eyes and I got 7 stitches. All I remember is Tim saying come on we've got to get some towels. Okay I thought as I took off after him with my hand on my head (natural reaction) It wasn't until I was inside I realized there was blood all over and it was me. I laid down in the hallway where he kept checking on me to see if stopped bleeding. Which it took its own sweet time as head wounds do. I was resting with my eyes closed when he came and yelled at me. “What?” I said. (Sigh of relief from him) he thought I had passed out. I always knew he loved me but WHOAH was he ever worried about me. Not that he hasn’t been many other times in our marriage, but this was definitely different. I know that was mostly do to him feeling like he had done this to me. But that just isn't the case, we have always done projects like that together. I used to help my dad when I was little and for the most part usually enjoy it (unless it's cold and super dirty.) Anyway he tells me that my scar will always remind me that he loves me. I know you think how does that work? Well because I will know how worried he was about me that day. Unless we get a divorce than I will say “that *#@! Scar” But that is NEVER going to happen. Here’s a pic.
don't I look lovely? I wish I knew where the picture with it was just after they shot numbing stuff in it was, that one is hmmm how should I say extra special.








