So I’m getting a new car... ok, not really. But I am getting a new engine for my car. Because I bought a kia and they suck. 60K miles and my cylinder head cracked. Sure I hadn’t had an oil change in the last 4,000 miles, but considering the car was literally on the way to the dealership for the 60K tune up, I thought I could push it. And of course the warranty was only good until 60K miles while I was actually 800 miles over that. Thank goodness the dealership was kind enough to lie and give me a new cylinder head for free… That took a week (my car broke down 3/20) to fix but then the engine block was cracked as well. Or they cracked it… or something. So I get a new engine! And I’ll actually get my car back today! Horray! I haven’t driven it in so long I don’t know what it’s going to be like. And to have to break in the new engine… ahhh I forgot how.

But horray Capitol Ford & Kia. If you’re going to buy a Ford or Kia (because even tho they suck a little, they still get great gas mileage) go there. Anywhere else I’ve heard totally rips you off.

Oh, so I’m back from Montana. And I didn’t join a Militia. But I did get super sick, really drunk and skied a lot (not in that order). Oh and bought a really cute shirt. It says “skiing > snowboarding”. HAHAHA. Snowboarders suck it!

In general the vay-cay was pretty phat. Our condo was off the hook and the skiing was hot. Alright, I’m done with that. For real tho, there was a hot tub right outside our door, there were a million closets, a huge kitchen and a large balcony looking out over a golf course with mountains for a horizon. And an electric grill that we cooked steaks on one night. Whatever works.

The mountain was so big, hence the name Big Mountain I guess. 2,000 + vertical feet. At the bottom of the lift, everyone would be sweating their balls off but at the top they’d be freezing off. HUGE temperature difference.

The train sucked. It’s faster than a bus, but that’s about all it’s got going for it right now. Ok, it also has food and handy souvenirs but that’s it. Otherwise it has screaming kids running up and down the aisle and loud doors in between train cars. Plus unless you’re ninety and crippled they won’t let you sit in the lower level seating. Which sucks. Cause damn it! I wanted lower level seating! That’s why we bought lower level seat tickets! But whatever.

People should call me now that I have returned. I’m looking in your direction.