These stories of possessed appliances are amusing. Ya know, when they’re not happening to me!
Going to get my oil changed on the way home from work. My car is yelling at me that it’s due, and Romeo is home with the kiddos, making dinner. We’re having fish and chips and mushy peas. It’s my daughter’s favorite meal. Her father is a rather skilled French chef, who does well with all sorts of exotic and delicious cuisine, and her favorite meal is freaking British food.
Though I will admit, fish and chips (and chip butties) are delicious.
Well, you see flytrap, I was using Meatloaf math (Cause 2 out of 3 ain’t bad).
Juliet, you get one one of those pretty engine lights on the dash, or does the car actually talk (these days, it’s hard to tell what limits cars have). Anyway, mine was done last week so hopefully we won’t break down anytime soon.
Shady, DIY on your teeth is not recommended past the string and pull stages of baby teeth… Hopes for feeling better and actually talking to a insurace rep tomorrow.
Sari, I remember those old fire-n-brimstone preachers too; guess I’ll be in Hell with you considering my collection, but we’ll have so many of our friends there we won’t even notice…
I don’t have any haunted appliances, but last week I heard an audible THUMP whiuch sounded like something had hit the roof, but on inspection, there was nothing on the roof, nothing on the ground around the roof, and nothing inside had fallen over. It is a puzzlement.
Nothing much else for the day, nappage was completed so I can watch the College tackleball game (I suspect it is a state statute here in Ali-bama that you have to watch the game if Alabama is in it).
Mooooom, Sis once had a microwave that turned itself on several times. She quickly pulled the plug and took it out to the driveway so’s not to catch her house on fire.
wet one, I once heard a commode flush in the middle of the night. I had just moved into a place by myself and it frightened me enough to grab a ball bat to go investigate. Turned out, it was the cat who loooooooved to watch the swirly when I would flush and figured out how to do it herself.
Juliet, my car goes in for its first oil change next week. You’ve reminded me that I need to schedule the appointment.
I got all but one of the year end reports done today. I actually finished the one that my manager threw at me as a special request that had some kinks in it, but will wait to double check it in the morning before releasing it. It hit 70F here today, but it’s still damp and therefore chilly. Got a load of clothes in the dryer and will work on the craft for the heathen children for Sunday tonight.
Howdy Y’all! Puter has a fried hard drive. Now I have to decide what to do. Maybe a demon ate the hard drive.
I cleaned da cave today and made a pot roast with baby carrots and N.O.T., squishes, corn bread and banana bread for sup. I read all but retained little, so yays, boos, hugs, boogies, trouts, chitlins and how you doin’s all around as needed.
I read on Facebook last week of someone else whose TV was turning itself on.
Boy oh boy what a day. My building has a small gym. A camper lady advertised that she was going to hold fitness classes there with no prior permission. The audacity. First of all we have a fitness department and one cannot schedule events in our buildings Willy Nilly. So since I have been home I have been posting instructions on the campers’ pages. And it has morphed now to the guy who fixes bikes, the generator repairman, the RV detailer and the person cutting hair in a bath house. None of these services are free. They are all gonna hate me as I told them the rules and suggested they contact the JAG ( Navy Lawyer). It is not permitted to do ANYTHING on Federal property for personal gain.
I irked until 1400 and came home and walked my boy. He is so good. And he needed to go. I had a weird night last night. I went to sleep too early and awoke at 0230 thinking it was time to get up. Five minutes later I was sneezing up a storm. Not fun to have a sinus attack at 0230.
I am tired now but will force myself to stay up a while longer in hopes that I will sleep all night. I am going to watch the football game as long as I can. Roll Tide.
She was ------ something. For a while I only had two wheels and she needed a ride to bingo. She she hiked a pair of tights under her normal house-dress and climbed up on the back of my FLH. She was about 89 at the time, less pounds than that and maybe somewhat under 5 feet; spunky old Baba. Just my luck I pull up at an intersection across from a couple guys I knew from the local gang. They just had to turn and follow to see if possibly whatever they were taking currently was “bad”. She said howdy and talked to them with the same respect she would have showed anyone ------- and ended up promising to make the one officer some home-made bread. She did ----- and had me deliver it.
Cops, crooks, hoods and saints ------ everyone around the area knew Rosa and 96% liked the hell out of her. God forbid anyone tried to hurt her. One guy did try to snatch her purse when she was a kid of say 80 and she laid him out with her purse; that had five pounds of shot in a sock inside it. Cops tuned him up somewhat on the way to jail and then placed him in the cells where half the people there continued to tune him along.
She was something alright.
Same in this place. Most we know is the OWs Gramma but one thing I really believe is Rosa. The odd thing is that it makes us feel good, not bad, even if the odd event here and there is a little creepy. Being 99% sure we know the source makes it easy. And that we accept it all helps some of the people who have stayed with us; especially Melissa and Jen. Now my lately departed friend DJ -------- after one little thing she never would come back here again. But that’s OK; we still got to see her enough.
I’ve had a crusty chunky throat the last couple of days. I don’t feel unwell, it’s just been very phlegm-ridden. I hope it’s temporary, but I’m a little worried because it’s just so unlike me.
Also, on another note, am a bit annoyed that good things cost money, and cheap things suck and fall apart so easily.
I left the house a minute too late. Someone else pulled in just barely ahead of me and took *MY *parking space!!! :mad: OK, so technically, we don’t have assigned spaces, but still, it’s where I like to park, dammit!
Lots of work waiting for me this morning. I’d forgotten that one of our drafters is on vacation so that left only Jason here yesterday. But I’ll wade thru it in the next few days. That’s why I get the big bucks, right?
It’s a chilly 36 degrees outside, but the high is supposed to be 55. I may get some stuff done outside, or not, depends. Swampy’s willy-nilly is rubbing off on me.
I feel like hell this morning. Bladder woke me about 15 minutes before alarm was set to go off. I felt like I had only been asleep a few hours, and was going to go back to sleep. I looked at the clock and knew that wasn’t going to happen.
Everybody else around here is sleeping, why can’t I?
Because somebody has to irk and make money to pay the bills.
I’d be grumpy about it except grump takes energy that I don’t have.
Good Morning Y’all! Up and caffeinatin’. ‘Tis 48 Amurrkin out and clear with a predicted high of 70 and N.O.S. for the day. I shall do laundry and must take care of some errands in town as well. I might look at some laptops as well. Sup will be my version of Philly cheesesteaks with oven fries.
Now I need more caffeine and to feed rumbly tummy. Then I shall purtify and don appropriate goin’ about the public attire. Such a bother!
MetalMouse, it doesn’t actually talk to me Night Rider style, but it’s more than just a light. I have a warning message that appears in my display that says that my oil life is low. It tracks the life remaining on my oil, which is nice. At 3 months after my last oil change, I still had a ton of life left in my oil. I only drive about 15 miles per day on a typical day, so it lasts a lot longer. (Once or twice a week, I go over that while running errands and such, but the typical to-work-get-the-kids-go-home route is only about 15 miles.) Why pay for an expensive oil change twice as often?
Been awake and generally relaxing; watching the farm show. No Tractor-Square-Dancing yet but they did show some of the boring version involving people.
My truck doesn’t track my oil life, but onstar does.
I don’t drive a lot either and I never know when to get it changed. It’s been a bit over a year since the last change and I still have 80 something% oil life.
According to the car people I shouldn’t go more than a year between changes, however, it’s hard to get worried about it when I have a lot of oil life left.
I wanted to get it done before Christmas, but that didn’t happen. It’s on the agenda for this month.
I got a little nap in after irk. I still feel sleepy, but not as grumpy.
Now I have to figure out which item on the ToDoList that I want to do, or rather, the one that is the least amount of trouble to do.
Had one of those catching up with errands days. I’m not too far behind where I was hoping to be regarding skool stuff, but it would have been nice to get a bit more done.
I’m not really looking forwards to starting up again, if I’m honest, not due to actual class, that’s difficult but interesting. It’s the classmate who I sit next to in almost everything (who works at the same job as well). She’s not coping at all, partly due to outside issues, but was already finding classwork hard and running behind. I found out on Saturday that she just took the Christmas break totally off even thinking about Uni because it was too stressful, having apparently entirely missed the fact that there are two deadlines and an in class test this month (it’s in the handbook and I had reminded her- hell, I even offered to come over and help her get started, as she’d missed the writing session we did).
She seems to think she’ll get extensions on it all, but even if she did (and I’m pretty sure she won’t on the test at least) that doesn’t help if you don’t even start. She’s expecting more help from skool, but I can’t see that happening either. They waived a few failed classes and offered therapy, she got as far as booking an appointment, then blew it off. I think they’ve done all she can reasonably expect.
In all honesty, I think she’d be better off seeing if she can withdraw and redo it next year, when at least there’ll be only one PITA teenager at home, but I know she won’t.
On a practical level for me, this means sitting next to and doing group stuff with someone who’s often not following what’s happening and is bursting into tears and even walking out on a regular basis. Plus being able to do nothing more than offer sympathy, because, unlike last year, I’m not way ahead with time to help (I didn’t write anything for her, but I did go through her work and say things like ‘I think you need more detail in that bit’ and ‘Maybe read this paper, see if it gives you any ideas’).
There seems to be an excess of stress around; she does have more than her fair share, but she is spreading it round a bit…
