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LIFE IN THE 1500’S

May 31, 2009

The next time you are washing your hands and complain because the water temperature isn’t just how you like it, think about how things used to be. Here are some facts about the1500s: These are interesting..!

Most people got married in June because they took their yearly bath in May, and still smelled pretty good by June. However, they were starting to smell, so brides carried a bouquet of flowers to hide the body odor. Hence the custom today of carrying a bouquet when getting married.

Baths consisted of a big tub filled with hot water. The man of the house had the privilege of the nice clean water, then all the other sons and men, then the women and finally the children. Last of all the babies. By then the water was so dirty you could actually lose someone in it. Hence the saying, “Don’t throw the baby out with the Bath water”

Houses had thatched roofs-thick straw-piled high, with no wood underneath. It was the only place for animals to get warm, so all the cats and other small animals (mice, bugs) lived in the roof. When it rained it became slippery and sometimes the animals would slip and fall off the roof. Hence the saying “It’s raining cats and dogs”

There was nothing to stop things from falling into the house. This posed a real problem in the bedroom where bugs and other droppings could mess up your nice clean bed. Hence, a bed with big posts and a sheet hung over the top afforded some protection. That’s how canopy beds came into existence.

The floor was dirt. Only the wealthy had something other than dirt. Hence the saying “Dirt poor”. The wealthy had slate floors That would get slippery in the winter when wet, so they spread thresh (straw) on floor to help keep their footing. As the winter wore on, they added more thresh until, when you opened the door, it would all start slipping outside. A piece of wood was placed in the entranceway. Hence the saying a “thresh hold”

(Getting quite an education, aren’t you?)

In those old days, they cooked in the kitchen with a big kettle that always hung over the fire. Every day they lit the fire and added things to the pot. They ate mostly vegetables and did not get much meat. They would eat the stew for dinner, leaving leftovers in the pot to get cold overnight and then start over the next day. Sometimes stew had food in it that had been there for quite a while. Hence the rhyme, “Peas porridge hot, peas porridge cold, peas porridge in the pot nine days old”

Sometimes they could obtain pork, which made them feel quite special. When visitors came over, they would hang up their bacon to show off. It was a sign of wealth that a man could ”bring home the bacon” They would cut off a little to share with guests and would all sit around and “chew the fat”

Those with money had plates made of pewter. Food with high acid content caused some of the lead to leach onto the food, causing lead poisoning death. This happened most often with tomatoes, so for the next 400 years or so, tomatoes were considered poisonous.

Bread was divided according to status. Workers got the burnt bottom of the loaf, the family got the middle, and guests got the top, or the “upper crust”

Lead cups were used to drink ale or whisky. The combination would sometimes knock the imbibers out for a couple of days. Someone walking along the road would take them for dead and prepare them for burial. They were laid out on the kitchen table for a couple of days and the family would gather around and eat and drink and wait and see if they would wake up. Hence the custom of “holding a wake”

England is old and small and the local folks started running out of places to bury people. So they would dig up coffins and would take the bones to a bone-house, and reuse the grave. When reopening these coffins, 1 out of 25 coffins were found to have scratch marks on the inside and they realized they had been burying people alive. So they would tie a string on the wrist of the corpse, lead it through the coffin and up through the ground and tie it to a bell. Someone would have to sit out in the graveyard all night (the ….”graveyard shift”) to listen for the bell; thus, someone could be, “saved by the bell” or was considered a “dead ringer”.
And that’s the truth…Now, whoever said History was boring ! ! !

Crisis Averted – Conclusion

April 24, 2009

So I went to Wally World last night, and Debetta the Beta now has a new home. He also has new rocks, although I kept the hidey hole for him…Yanno I don’t think I’ve ever seen a hidey hole in with a Beta before, but he seems to really like it – you know, to hide in. I even got the Chlor-out stuff, the right one! Of course, the bowl I grabbed didn’t have a tag on it, just like all the other bowls back there, so the cashier had to call a manager. At 10:30 pm. Can you see where this is going..? Yeah, she was at the other end of the checkouts, apparently chit chatting with someone. And that’s where she stayed. For 10 minutes. As I started her way she decided it was time to respond and headed towards us. Since I was tired, I just went to the ATM, thinking I would soon be on my way home. But apparently that wasn’t to be. I walked back up to the register just in time to hear her say “Page someone in pets” Huh? IT’S 10:30. PM. There isn’t anyone in pets at 10:30 on a Thursday night! Oh Goody, I get to wait ANOTHER 15 minutes. Yeah, I said it out loud.

So we stood and waited. And waited. And waited. Finally, the manager came back

Her: “Do you know how much it is?”
Me: ”$4.97, I’ve said ten times by now…”
Her: *to cashier: “Just do an override.”

You couldn’t do that 15 minutes ago..? Or even 25 minutes ago, when you were originally called..? I mean c’mon – I read a whole magazine waiting on her! Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!!!!!!!!

Oh well, such is life 🙂

So. Debetta the Beta has a new home. He seems pretty pleased about it, too – although, how would a fish show displeasure? Really? They don’t bark or yowl, they don’t bite – well most of them don’t bite…My mom had an Oscar that sat at the end of a “bar” in her dining room. Her cat would get up on the bar and torment it – or it would torment the cat – either way…She came home one day to find it flopping on the dining room floor & the top open. We assumed it got tired of the cat messing with it & jumped outta the tank trying to eat it….Needless to say, she did put a paperweight on the top of the tank.

But anywho. Debetta is all set up – see for yourself:

debetta1

debetta2

No more “Everything looks cloudy! OMG I’m losing my sight! I’m GOING BLIND!!!” for Debetta. I’m sure it’s a huge load off of his mind…

Not to be outdone, the crazy kitty had to make his presence felt last night. Bel seems to be under the impression that any piece of anything  dark colored is his personal hiding place. If it’s dark colored, and it can be gotten to, it’s his. The dark blue blanket on the bed. The dark blue carpet runner coming in from the garage. Never mind that laying on these things tends to get him stepped on! And it doesn’t matter how small it is – he’ll lay on a 4”X4” piece of cloth & think he’s well hidden…

My reusable Wally World bags are black. Well, some of them are. The ones I used last night…See for yourself:

Bel1 

Yeah, there’s a cat in that pic. You can see him if you look really close…it a cag (cat/bag) or maybe a bat – no wait there’s already a critter called a bat…

Bel2

See how well he hides..? He seems to think the dark colors in the multi-colored rug hide him…You can kinda see the runner towards the top of the pic. He is blending pretty well with the bags again, tho. He was actually trying to get inside them, but gave up before I got the camera out      😦 He’s never net a small, enclosed place he didn’t like. When I bought a new printer it took all of 3 minutes for him to claim the box. Since it had a big plastic wrap thingy and styrofoam (have you ever tried to clean up styrofoam a cat has decided was too big and needed “brought down to size”? which translates to a bazillion little pieces of super-light-can’t-be-sucked-with-the-vacuum-because-the-updraft-blows-it-away-before-the-sucker-can-get-it…). I closed the lid, you know the old fold over & under thingy? 30 min later I looked up to see a cat’s rear legs & tail sticking out of the middle of the flaps on the top of the box. His front half was firmly inside – and my camera was nowhere to be found…go figger!

Anywho, I gotta go. Today & tomorrow (my 4 hour Saturday! Woohoo!) Then I’m off for 8 days. In a row. All together. I won’t know how to act! Well, I will, I’ll do laundry, clean the house, organize my closet, get the garage cleaned out (you remember – the two-car garage you can’t get even one in..?). Oh yeah, and blogging! I hope….

See ya laterzzzzzzzzzzzzzz!!!!!!

Crisis Averted

April 23, 2009

Hunny is home today due to “lack of work.” While I really enjoy spending time with my dear Hunny, I don’t enjoy ANYONE in the AM. I have my routines, and apparently in my old age, and after 10 years with someone who doesn’t take to change well, I am becoming set in my ways, and having an extra person – even Hunny – underfoot in the morning is, shall we say, not good?

I had to sit in a different spot. I had to maneuver around him in the kitchen to get my FIRST CUP OF COFFEE. (Not good). I had to TALK to him…Talking..? 5 minutes after waking up..? Again, can I say NOT GOOD? And he KNOWS better! This is the same man who used to wait to wake me until 2 minutes before he had to leave. He would gently kiss me until I woke, then go in the other room. I would stumble into the bathroom, do my business, then make my way to the computer desk, where I would find a hot cup of coffee (mixed perfectly), my cigarettes & lighter & my computer booted up. He would then gingerly kiss the top of my head, say “I love you” and out the door he went. It’s safer that way.

Been awake 10 minutes and I hear “That bluetooth doesn’t work.” Huh? Bluetooth? What’s a bluetooth..? Oh yeah, ordered one from QVC (‘cuz I won $150 in QVC gift cards at work – whole other story…) and it came yesterday. Why did we order one..? Well, the first one got washed & the second is acting funky – again, another story. So I had to get up, look at the bluetooth, look at the charger, and grab the destructions to try to figure out what was up with it. And of course the destructions are in Spanish. And French. And German. And Japanese. They were NOT however in English – you know, the primary language of the country I live in? Grrrrrrrrrrrr……

After finding the English directions, eventually, (mind – I’ve only been up 13 minutes at this point) I finally determined that the charging port on the bluetooth is bad. So now I get to go through the hassle of returning something bought via mail. Fun Fun.

As if that wasn’t enough, about an hour later I hear “The shelf is wet and the fish thing is empty.”

Huh..?

Apparently, the fish thingy that I emptied a bit the other night, using the built in drain & rubber stopper on THE BOTTOM of it & added fresh water to – ‘cuz that’s what the destructions say to do periodically – the plug in the bottom of it decided that was the time it was going to quit sealing completely. Even though it is as secure as it can get. So it has been slowly leaking – drip, drip, drip, (because a flow of water would have been SEEN and possibly CAUGHT, and it wouldn’t have been able to empty almost COMPLETELY before someone noticed, and the bookshelf wouldn’t be soaked, and the particle board under the pretty oak stick-on stuff wouldn’t swell & bubble up, and have to be replaced…..) which had to be what happened, because there wasn’t a puddle anywhere…

And of course, the water that you put the fish into has to either have chlorine remover added (which I thought I bought, but got home and found to be something to make cloudy water clear. And I didn’t take it back because #1 it was like $1.29, and #2 what was the point? I had him in water by then, he was good) or left to sit out for at least 24 hours to allow the chlorine to dissipate – destructions again – and I happened to have a jug of water for coffee (see? I have lots of stories to post, I just need a few extra hundred hours in each day…) that had been sitting overnight, and I used it.

Now the damm thing was empty & Dabetta the beta fish was flopping on the gravel at the bottom of it & gasping for breath, erm, water…And of course I am THE ONLY PERSON ON THE PLANET capable of fixing it. “Cuz you know, the other adult in the house, the one that wakes up awake & ready to go and has already been up for HOURS, eaten breakfast, and is now sitting in MY MORNING CHAIR is incapable of it.

!

So, I get up to find the only water we have, that has been sitting for 24 hours, is in the refrigerator. I’m thinking dumping fridge temperature water on a gasping-for-breath fish might give him oxygen, but it’ll probably also give him a heart attack and make the need for oxygen kinda pointless. Yanno? So, I mixed it with hasn’t-been-sitting-out-for-24-hours water to try to warm it some. The only water faucet we have that isn’t connected to the water softener is in the garage. It’s 45 degrees. My garage isn’t heated – well, not really so you can imagine the water I added to the cold water didn’t help much. I nuked it. (FYI a large bowl of water nuked for 2 min. is the perfect temperature to dump on a gasping-for-breathe-Beta-fish…).

But the fish thingy was still drip, drip dripping away, so now I had the problem of finding something to put him in. Hunny was a big help…

Me: “Do we have anything I can put him in until I can get  new fish thingy?”
Him: *opens cabinet where rubbermaid type dishes are stored

! ! ! !

So, Debetta the beta fish has a new temporary home in my size 3 lid rubbermaid storage container.

Beta Home

At least he’s alive. For the moment. I hope he survives until I can get to Wally World and get a new fish thingy for him. And maybe some Chlor-out. I wonder…do you think he’s freaking out because everything is “cloudy” looking now when he looks out through the rubbermaid? Cuz the thingy he was in was clear….

Ok, gotta get ready for work, and I still haven’t put up today’s post over at A Witch In Time… so I need to go do that real quick-like, too…

See ya laterzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz!!!!!

Wow! A Year of Our Lives Remembered!

April 7, 2009

It is simply mind-boggling to me to think I have been “blogging” for over a year! I have met some marvelous people who have taken my on exciting – & not so exciting, sometimes – adventures with them. I have chronicled the last year of my life – mostly. I admit, if I were good at this, I’d currently have 368 posts, and I don’t. In my defense, I think about blogging every day. That counts for something, right?

We’ve acquired new family members, lost teeth, been visited by fairies & fat jolly men. We’ve moved. I hated that part…We’ve had run-ins with banks & cell companies, bad drivers & stoopid people galore! I haven’t really “poured my heart out” per se, but I’ve come mightily close. Closer than I would have thought. I’m really not the heart-pouring kind, yanno.

My other blog, A Witch In Time has 318 posts – I put myself on a structured schedule over there, and if I think people are “depending” on me, I am much more likely to try to keep up. Plus it wasn’t “born” until April 21st, so hasn’t yet reached it’s first birthday…but it’s coming 🙂

My son has gone from a pre-schooler to a Kindergartener, to an almost first grader – wow! almost a first grader! Next thing you know he’ll be in high school! Our grandbabies have become grand boys. We’ve had ups & downs and even sideways’. But we’re still going strong! Hunny and I are getting ready to celebrate 10years on the 16th, and looking forward to 40 more.

I have a job I like – mostly. Well, I work with & for people I like. Life isn’t particularly easy at this point, the ends really can’t even see each other, let alone meet, but it is good. We are (mostly) healthy, we have each other, we have a home, dependable vehicles, food in the pantry, clothes in the closet, Spring is coming, and it’ll get better. The Lady looks out for her own.

Ok, that’s about it for today. Yes, I know, I still haven’t finished the whole HH Gregg story. I’m aware. I think I keep putting it off because anytime I “brag on” something, it becomes unbragworthy, if that makes sense? So I am somewhat afraid that if I finish the story, I’ll jinx any future interactions with them….we’ll hafta wait & see what happens 🙂

See ya laterzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz!!!!!

Help ?!?!?!

April 2, 2009

Look! Two days in a row! Must be some kinda record! Or maybe not, because I really haven’t time to post anything meaningful…I’m not yet convinced I will stay here…I uploaded the pic I used on blogger, and it said it would “start showing up all over wordpress soon!” but when I post a comment there is still this funky looking icon thingy showing up 😦 No clue how to make it work. Also, the available widgets seem very limited compared to Blogger…again, not sure if the options are truly that limited, or if I just have no clue how to access additional option. And what help files I have found aren’t very detailed…or helpful…

How do I get my blog list on my sidebar? How do I get my links on my sidebar? How do I get my pics on my sidebar..? How do I get rid of that funky looking icon thingy & get my pic to show instead..? Where do I get assistance???

How do I get the person who can answer these questions to visit my blog,l read the questions, and then answer them for me..? ARGGGGGGGHHHHHHH!!!!!!

Help.

see ya laterzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz!!!!!

50 Random Things

March 26, 2009

Shamelessly stolen from The Vinyl Villager *grin*

 

1) Favorite object in your room?
My room..? I haven’t had “a room” since I moved out of my parents’ house too many years ago to admit to…the favorite in my home – it’s a toss up between the dragon lamp on my desk and the “creepy” (as Hunny calls it) statue that to me is a representation of the Goddess (I’ll try to up a pic soon…)

2) Do you smoke?
I’ve been known to.

3) Do you own guns?
I used to

4) What flavor do you add to your drink at Sonic?
Never been there

5) Do you get nervous at the doctors?
No, should I..?

6) What do you think of when you hear hot dogs?
What are they saying..?.

7) Favorite song?
Can’t pick just one…

8.) What do you prefer to drink in the morning?
Prefer..? what is there besides Coffee?

9) Can you do push ups?
Probably.

10) Can you do a chin up?
Probably

11) What’s your favorite piece of jewelry?
My wedding ring

12) Your pet peeves are?
We don’t really have all day do we? But I tend to agree with Villager – I guess my biggest one is people who drive in the left lane for miles even when they are being passed on the right….oblivious to the fact that they ought to move over.

13) Ever been in a car wreck?
Yes

14) Do you like to work on your Birthday?
Like to..? No. Do I..? Usually

15) What’s one trait that you hate about yourself?
Hate takes entirely too much energy to maintain…

16) Are you named after anyone?
Not that I know of

17) Name 3 thoughts at this exact moment.
Tired
Know I won’t sleep well 😦
Tomorrow it all begins again

19) Name 3 drinks you drink regularly
water, coffee, and Coke

20)What’s your job?
Listening to stoopid people whine about problems that are entirely of their own making – and occasionally helping someone who truly has a legitimate problem not of their own making

21) Current hate right now?
See answer 15

23) Do your friend’s love you?
I think so

23) How did you bring in the New Year?
I’m pretty sure I was asleep – I had to be at work at 9 New Year’s Day

24) Where would you like to be right now?
Right where I am 🙂

25) Name three people who will complete this.
No idea.

26) Are you one of those people that thinks and talks about their life being unfair?
Nope! I am where I am because of the choices I made – just like everyone else. Quit sniveling, you did it to yourself, so get over it and go on. I have NO PATIENCE for “poor me”s

27) What shirt are you wearing?
blue sleep tank

28) Do you like sleeping on satin sheets?
No, they slide off. You slide off. The pillows slide off.

29) Can you whistle?
Yes I can

32) What songs do you sing in the shower?
I don’t sing in the shower.

33) Favorite girl’s name?
I don’t think I have a favorite girl…

34) Favorite boy’s name?
Well, I have several favorite boys – men…Hunny & my sons, so it’d be Tony, Mark & Shayne 🙂

35) What’s in your pocket?
no pockets in jammies

36) Last person that made you laugh?
Hunny

37) Best toy as a child?
The weeping willow in the front yard was pretty well even with the big oak on the side of the house, until we moved. Then it was the mulberry tree in the back yard

39) Do you love where you live?
Hmmmm, the house..? Pretty much, could be a little bigger. The location, better than the city, not as good as the boonies…

40) Do you give good advice?
I try.

41) Who is your loudest friend?
Ummmm, most of my “friends” are titty dancers – they’re all pretty loud

43) Does someone have a crush on you?
not that I’m aware of.

44) Favorite part about your weekend?
I work harder on the weekend than I do doing the week…

45) What are you gonna do for your next birthday?
Probably the same thing I did a month ago on my last one – SSDD

46) Favorite sports team?
I am sports challenged (by choice) and proud of it! Obviously, the person writing these questions didn’t know me.

48) Where is the next place you want to travel to?
Haven’t really given it any thought. No money for travel, and not much possibility of there being any anytime soon, so consideration of it is just depressing

49) What were you doing 12 AM this morning?
trying to sleep

50) What was the first thing you thought of when you woke up?
I can’t believe that boy isn’t up yet!

My Blog – The Life & Times…….

March 19, 2009

Remembering my life. Chronicling it. That’s why I started this. How sad that the chronicle of my life has become a daily recitation of the puzzle I do each morning…Nothing about the temper tantrums my son has taken to having, and how tired I am of listening to him & Hunny go at each other constantly – tired to the point of tears. Nothing about the insecurities that have begun to surface as each day passes. No commentary on the struggle to get “the ends” at least within sight of each other – meeting not even an option at this point. The inability to sleep for more than an hour or two without waking up, therefore never really sleeping. The fear that the “other shoe is going to fall” because I know that despite how stressed I am, and what a struggle every day is, we still truly have it good. Trust me, I’ve had it bad, and this isn’t even close.When’s it going to happen, because it will. I’m not sure exactly what “it”  is, but I’m fairly certain it will be about as far from pleasant as white is from black.

I tell myself “People don’t want to read that crap – they have their own problems!” But really? I started this for me. For us. To have a way to go back and say “Oh yeah! That happened then ! Now I remember!” because my mind is becoming a sieve. It’s scary. For a person who has always been able to remember every little detail about everything, this is a whole new world.

Nothing about the progression, the ebb and flow, of the “magical, musical pain” as I call it. How stress makes it hurt more. How the hurt makes the stress more. I intended this to be a diary of sorts, a place where I could “let it all hang out,” so to speak. I’m the “strong” one – always have been. I don’t need your sympathy, your help, your comfort, your approval. For over 30 years that has been the me that everyone – and I do mean everyone knows. No time to call and say “hey”? So what! Too busy to go to the parent/teacher conference, good deal. Can’t be bothered to remember my birthday..? Who cares? I don’t need these things from you – no matter who you are. I actually own a t-shirt that says “Fuck You! I have enough friends.” I’ll put up a pic if I can find it… But I digress.

I created this “place” so I could not be that person. So I could be insecure, and afraid, and lonely, and even occasionally needy. A place where I could be the one getting comfort instead of giving. Crying instead of embracing with support. I also wanted to record important, and not important things as they happened, so in my busy world, they didn’t get thrown into that horrid “someday” file that seems to be infinite in size, yet inaccessible when there are a few free moments to review the contents within. Yet my world seems to have become “someday.” At least, everything important has. Someday we’ll go to the zoo. Someday we’ll take a vacation, Someday…And I’m so afraid someday will never come, for one reason or another. Yet how do I change it? I don’t see a way around doing each day the way I’m doing it -  I can’t not work, we barely make the bills as it is – feast or famine. I can’t even change my hours because I’m being held hostage by a school bus.

If I see my husband an hour a day, I consider myself lucky – seeing him sleep really doesn’t count as “seeing” him. My boy is asleep when I get home. In the mornings, he’s acting like a teenager in a 6 year old body. When your child is smart enough to find a loophole in every situation, and has the attitude of a teen, what do you do? I can’t really respond as I would to a teen – while he is intelligent he’s still a six year old emotionally, and he still follows six year old logic – he just uses college level words to do it…

Wow, I don’t even know what I’m doing here…apparently sleep deprivation tends to make one ramble – because anyone who is familiar with me knows I always stick right to my subject, and never wander from it….

Ok, going to go lay down and not sleep soundly. G’night!

See ya laterzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz! And oh yeah – I haven’t forgotten HH Gregg – I will get there, eventually….:)

In Praise of HH Gregg – Continuation

February 25, 2009

OK, where was I..? Oh yeah, we’ve gotten through the Sunfire & The Monte…Next in line was the SUV I had for 3 days – Hunny said the payment was too high & it went back. So did the Pontiac Bonnevile, which he didn’t like. Don’t misunderstand, he didn’t MAKE me take them back, it was just easier than listening to him for the next I-dunno-how-many years. Since we’re talking about my luck with things mechanical, I’d like to add that the Bonneville, which I had for 4 days, had the gas tank replaced while in my possession…

the next vehicle was the Ford Explorer. That needed new shocks all the way around, and was a major gas hog. Since I drove from my house to drop the boy off at the baby sitter’s, 18 miles one way, then back to my house – okay 4 blocks from the house – to work, then back to get him & back home, that became an issue quickly…my babysitter, who I had also thought was a good friend, needed a vehicle, so I sold it to her on payments (no, I never learn…) That story will be included with the Firebird story…

I then bought a Malibu, Better gas mileage. Some old man ran a red light & t-boned me 6 months later. Probably the best car I’ve had recently was the one I traded the wrecked Malibu for. It was a 2001 Intrepid. I loved that car…handled like a Camaro, rode like a Cadillac. Someone in the parking garage ran into it & then took off, so I came out from work to find it wrecked. The Intrepid was traded for a Hyundai Sonata. That And the “buttons” quit working. I took it back to the dealership, and they essentially said “Unless they could reproduce the issue, as far as they were concerned, there wasn’t one…so I went down the road & traded it for my first brand new car.

I was so excited! It was a 2005 Impala. 13 miles on it. I had it for almost a year. During that time I had it in the shop 3 times for the gas mileage (my best mileage was 16 mpg highway…), and had the rear window replaced because the seal wasn’t seated around it properly. Then, Hunny was taking the older boy back home (about 50 miles away) on a cold, rainy night in December. About 30 minutes after they left, I got a phone call. So, at 11:00 at night, on a cold, rainy December night, I had to get my then three year old back up out of bed and go get Hunny & the older boy. The car caught on fire while driving down the interstate, in the rain.

Impala Remains 
The view when approached from the rear,

Impala Driver side
From the driver’s side, 

Impala Interior 
The remains of the interior.

Impala Front 
From the front

Yeah, that’s what is left when a 2005 Impala catches on fire going down the road in the rain…The car I currently have is what I replaced the Impala with. I won’t go into all the gruesome details, I’ve already given most of the experiences I’ve had with it here, here, and here

Ok, outta time for today, gotta go get ready for work. But, I will eventually get to the point, and actually get to the HH Gregg part, I promise! So, to be continued……

See ya laterzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz!!

PS, did I mention we now have added a Beta fish to our growing menagerie..? I didn’t..? Oh, well consider it mentioned 🙂

Windy3~AL2005

In Praise of HH Gregg

February 23, 2009

Yes, I’m aware I’ve been woefully negligent regarding posting here. But really there haven’t been many blog worthy moments in my life lately. The notable exception was the breakage and (eventual) repair of my washer. I always buy the warranty. I know better than not to. . .my luck with things mechanical, expensive, or badly wanted before gotten is shall we say not the best..? Better yet, let’s just say it like it is – horrible. And this isn’t a new occurrence, it’s been going on for years…

Back in 1999, my Firebird got wrecked, again (neither time my doing, I’d like to add) and I decided it was time to replace her. She’d seen better days. I ended up selling her to my sister-in-law. I went to the dealership and found a nice little 1997 Pontiac Sunfire. Only two years old, and less than 30,000 miles! It was the newest car I had even owned. After a week, I noticed the stereo controls on the steering wheel were getting hot. VERY hot. Almost to the point of blistering you if you touched them. I took it to the dealer, found it need not just new steering controls, but a whole new stereo. Two weeks to order in parts, so into a rental car I went. When the kid showed up with the rental car, I think I may have frightened him a bit…I have been told that I am a bit intimidating on the best of days. That wasn’t a “best” day…I had worked 8 hours, had sat at the dealership for 2 more hours, waiting on a diagnosis for the car I had bought ONE WEEK ago – hadn’t even made the first payment on it! and the kid from Enterprise showed up in a roller skate. Yeah, you read the right, a roller skate –

geo-metro I’ll leave the actual conversation to your imagination, suffice it to say, when the kid came back with a real car, he brought 3 others with him…

So, two weeks later I got my new car back. I drove all of 1/2 a block and found the front was wobbling & clunking. I turned around and went back to the dealership, just to have some redneck mechanic *****try to tell me that it was caused by tar on my tires. ?! Are you serious..? Now I know I have bumps in my shirt and so couldn’t possibly have any kind of mechanical knowledge, but really? TAR? On the TIRES? of a car that has been sitting at your dealership for the last two weeks? That wasn’t doing it when I left it..? Ok, for the sake possible, I took it home, let Hunny drive it. I checked the tires for possible tar…uhhhh, no tar. But definitely clunking & wobbling. The next day back to the dealership I went. To sit. And wait. Again.
And again I got the redneck-talking-slowly-to-a-person-with-bumps-in-the-shirt spiel about tar on the tires. Now I’m pretty tolerant (what..? I AM!) and pretty well blew it off the first time. However, not happening twice.

Redneck: Yeah, that there wobble would be from where you done run it over some freshly repaired road & picked up a little bit of tar on the tires.”
Me: “Really? You think that’s what it is..?”
Redneck: ”Oh yeah, I’m sure of it! See it all the time!”
Me: “Wow, that’s funny, because it’s been HERE for the last two weeks while you repaired the stereo.”
Redneck: “Well, you musta picked it up after you left.”
Me: “I went 1/2 mile down that road (pointing to the NOT RECENTLY REPAIRED six lane rod that runs in front of the shop), then brought it back because of this.”
Redneck:” Well there had to have been something out there..”
Me: “Well, let’s go for a ride and you can show me the new repairs…”
Redneck: *starting to look uncomfortable*“Nah, can’t do that, gotta stay at the shop.”
Me: “Okay, well then let’s walk over to the car, and you can show me where the tar is at, so I can remove it & make it drive correctly..”
Redneck: “Well, a lot of times, it gets stuck up on the inside of the wheels where you can’t get to it.”
Me: “?”
Redneck: *looking even more uncomfortable, and starting to realize the bumps didn’t affect the brain in this instance**“Well, it happens all the time…”
Me: “Where’s the manager..?”
Redneck: “Ahhhh, he’s not here today.”
Me: “Really..?”

So I took myself up front to the sales service department and asked for the garage manager – who btw WAS there. After a 15 minute conversation, during which I gave him the gist of the previous conversation, he went out to the shop and drove the car a short ways. When he returned he indicated they would need to keep it to determine the problem. And yes, there was a problem. Turns out, in addition to the stereo stuff, it also needed new brakes, rotors & the rack & pinion replaced. Another four week stay. Another four weeks in a rental car.

And so it goes. After about a year of owning this car, I decided once and for all that I don’t like little cars. Did I mention I was backing out of the garage and hit Hunny’s truck..? In my defense, I had three teen-agers in the car with me…insurance fixed it, but a friend that owned a body shop did it as cheaply as possible so I didn’t have to pay the deductible…

Anywho, I went back to the dealership & traded it in on a 1998 Monte Carlo. Much bigger, more comfortable, price about the same. Three months after the purchase it started knocking. Loudly. Essentially overnight. It was “chugging” rather than purring. Down to the dealership I go. It was something to do with the coil pack. Not covered by the warranty (yes, I bought it) as it was considered general maintenance, part of the tune up process. $500 to repair…

Ok, gotta go beat the boy (joking!) who has managed to lock himself OUT of his room, and get ready for work. I will be back – and it’ll be less than 2 months, I promise. so, to be continued…..

See ya laterzzzzzzzzzzzz

* **** Know you, I have nothing against rednecks in general – Hell, I am one, as is my Hunny, most of our friends, my older children, and the boy is a redneck-in-training. The redneck men around me know not to talk down to me just because I have bumps in my shirt…The ones who have to interact with me may underestimate me initially (an advantage for me!) but soon learn their mistake. Usually I blow it off, but occasionally, as in the above example, it rankles…

😉

Edit: Yes, I know, this has nothing to do with HH Gregg – I’ll get there, eventually – LOL

Some "Stuff"

August 26, 2008

As I am attempting to "clean up" my computer a bit, I ran across this in a document labeled "blog stuff." When I opened it and read what I had written (typed…) I realized I had done this when I was super busy (you know, like usual…) but had stolen a few minutes to record this so I didn’t forget it. (It seems to be a side-effect of one of my medications, that if I don’t do/write down something immediately when I think of it, it’s gone forever. At least I hope it’s a side-effect of a medication. . .) I then promptly forgot about it. Luckily I was smart enough to date it, so it’s not pointless drivel from "sometime." It’s pointless drivel with dates : )

So, without further ado, I will now post it, a bit late (cheat so I don’t have to think today, LOL)

April 4, 2008

So I go downstairs to get some water (and what’s up with that..? Water, not coffee..? At 9 A.M. ish?) and my boy is sitting on the toilet (yes, we have attempted to foster a lack of inhibitions in our child, which includes allowing him to go to the bathroom at home with the door open, It’s a natural bodily function, and shouldn’t be a cause for shame or embarrassment…) Gameboy in his lap looking at his fingers…

Him: “Mommy..?”
Me:
“Yes?”
Him:
“Do you know what 3 plus 2 is..?”
Me: “What is it?”
Him:
“It’s 5! ! ! !”

It is five…like him…should he be adding already? I ask myself, as I have on numerous other occasions. He doesn’t go to school…not even pre-school, just to his 2nd Mom’s every weekday (that’s another entry…)

“That’s right, it’s 5…you’re so smart !” and I go and give him a kiss. As I’m walking away, he does one of those THINGS

Him: “Mommy….you smell so good1”
Me: “I do..? Thank you” and I float away to finish getting ready for work…is he really only five,,? Will he retain that ability to make a woman (yes, I am Mom, but still a woman who appreciates compliment, no matter the source) feel special & appreciated?

April 3, 2008

The boy is psychic…not a joke…he has proven this numerous times, both in small ways and large…

Example (small) My morning routine is pretty staid…I get up, stumble to the bathroom, pee, put in teeth, fall downstairs to get coffee, crawl back up to my computer and proceed to try to become human again. After about an hour, I begin to stir, take a shower and get ready for work, if it’s a workday, or go get more coffee if it isn’t. I am NEVER even SLIGHTLY functional when I wake up. However, last night I decided, as I was laying in bed, that I would get up and jump straight in the shower, dragging my boy with me as the wee one was in need of cleaning, I figured if we got in and out very first thing, it would make the morning go smoother. I made this decision in my brain, in the dark, just before I drifted to la la land.

This morning the boy comes in for wake up snuggles. After a minute or two of snuggling, I notice it’s pretty light outside & check the clock…8:27 OH S*&T! So I sit up real quick like, and jr scrambles off the bed, looks at me and says “Mommy, are you ready to shower now..?” I have NEVER, EVER, during this child’s lifetime, gotten straight out of bed and into the shower.

Creepy, no?