If you have a starter that is persnickitty because it is dying, sometimes you can get it to work by smacking it on the side with a hammer. Seriously. Of course, that’s taking into consideration you can FIND the starter. On the newer cars, it can be tough. I had the problem with the Nerdmobile, a '97 Sable wagon, and I never could find it to smack. I know one was there, because 1) the car started before the starter died, and 2) it cost me 200 bills to change the damned thing.
Swampy, considering the problems you’ve had with twuck, why do you hate your neighbor so much?
In other news, it has been independently confirmed that the bartender at a place I frequent (for lunch now and then, and later sometimes for drinks) and upon whom I have an unholy crush, thinks I’m all adorable and shit like that. Asked a co-worker of hers who’s a friend all about me. Dear Jenn - first words out of her mouth were “well, he’s married, same as you are” Still, she’s 20 years younger than me, tall, brunette, gorgeous blue eyes… And I could watch her walk away for days, if you catch my meaning.
Ah, well nice to dream, huh? My wife’s still got it, catches the leering looks from kids half her age, and she’s put up with me so far, I gotta love her just for that.
Plus, the bartender has three kids and a cop husband. :eek:
Everyone say happy birthday to my mom!!! She’s 80 today.
BBBobbio I bought a new twuck last June remember? A black Ford Ranger. Old twuck got sold to a mechanic who fixed whatever it was and is drivin’ it back and forth to irk everyday. I’ve seen him in it several times.
Ok, apparently I need some kind of teleportation/Tardis mechanism. I need to be at MOOOOOOM’s for yahd work and at gt’s and Rebo’s to cook dindin.
I have N.O.T. bakin’ away. Actually they’ll be done in about ten minutes. I have decided to make StickyBunsBaked N.O.T. Salad.
This shall serve as a two part accomplishment. First, some for tonight’s dindin. Second, the rest to take to Sunday Brunch on (duh!) Sunday. I was yankin’ out two N.O.T. to bake just for tonight when suddenly I remembered this recipe and thus went to the blog to procure it. I am a genius! Ok, a couple more brain cells rubbed together at the same time than usual and I remembered. Still, I remembered. Thus, I am genius!
Carpets are cleaned - at least portions of carpet that Scruffy has been watering lately. **FCD **is back in bed - he appears to have contracted the stomach bug that’s making the round. Which means my turn could be next week. Swell…
I should do some laundry. I should clean my fridge. I should clean my cabinets.
Shouldn’t I?
Wait - it’s lunch time! All must stop as I lunch. Yay!
Mmmmm, baked potato salad. Which reminds me…I have fixin’s for baked potatoes with most of those ingredients. I think that’ll be lunch. Off to procure lunch, then it’s out to the garden.
Baked N.O.T. sallit is made. Green sallit is made. Steaks are marinatin’. Hmmm… mayhaps some brownies for dessert would be nice. Yes. I have 'niller ice cream. A little hot fudge sauce to top. MMMMMMMM…
Ralf, you’re close. It’s part of our secret MMP language. N.O.T.= Not Our Taters, meaning not the Doper with the user name **Taters **- we certainly wouldn’t bake, boil mash, or fry her…
Ya take 5-6 years off from the boards, and they go invent a whole 'nother language on you. I’m gonna learn German this summer - now I have to pick up 2 languages. OK, I can do this.
and I just looked up Taters in the SDMB gallery. Yup - we don’t want to boil, bake, mash, or fry her!
BTW - I remember a young little doper way back when, that went by the name of Tater Tot. What ever happened to her?
Refrigerator is (mostly) clean - I need to take the racks off the door and wipe them down, plus toss any old stuff on the door. There was some cream cheese in the lunchmeat drawer that was just a little old - it was black. :eek:
SIL came and got the last of his stuff. He’ll be back in an hour or so dropping off the van. As much of a pill as he’s been, I’m really sad about this whole thing. And I feel sorry for him - hope he gets his act together, or he’s going to end up a lonely old man living under an overpass…
Why does one end up working so much harder when working from home than when at work?? At least I am home and don’t have to make nice when I’m feeling crabby. (I asked my manager if I could work from home because I’m not feeling “up to par.” What that really means is I feel stabby and it’d be better if I weren’t in close proximity to others at this time. But my manager is the super nice kind of person who probably has never felt stabby so I didn’t actually say that.) But I have been so much busier today than I usually am at work. Someone realize that it’s Firday and no one wants a big ol’ pile of work1
Those things look amazing, Haze! Your friends will be impressed.
It’s nice to have someone think “How YOU doin’” isn’t it, BusDude? I’ve had a few of those moments and those people and it’s certainly an ego boost.
Aw, you’re a nice guy, swampy. But I don’t have a lawn to mow and I like making dinner so I’m not going to request that you come here to do those things. How about can I come there and sit by the now-salt pool?
Remind me not to complain about work being too quiet… I’ve just spent most of the afternoon in meetings (with another one starting in about 15 mins), and two giant spreadsheets to validate. Urk.
On the bright side, as soon as work is done, I’m dashing home to pack a bag so’s The Boy and I can hit the road as soon as he wraps up his day… we’re spending the weekend in glorious, glamours, fabulous Montreal. Wheeee!
taxi you may grace the pool with your presence anytime you wish. It is at this point pretty much a salt water pool. I have learned by readin’ the manual that chlorine is produced through ionization. Live and learn. I have an ionizer! The salt level is readin’ in the range it’s supposed to be at.
It’s rainin’ right now, so it’ll be interestin’ to see if that changes the salt level much. I am fascinated by the whole thing. The water does have a softer feel to it already.
Ok, no brownies baked. See, right after I posted last OYKW called and said things were slow at irk and he’d caught up some paperwork and such so he decided to take off early. He did and ummm… distracted me. Now he’s snoozin’. I wore him out apparently.
Maybe I’ll make a peach cobbler. He’s a fool for a peach cobbler and well, since he’s already a spoiled brat, why not continue, right?
kushi I have no idea what jQuery is but I’m glad it does whatever it does for ya.
Ralf we’re easy to learn. Actually, for the most part, we’re just easy.
Hope soon-to-be ex-SIL grows up soon and learns to be an independent individual. It always makes me sad to see people of legal age who are still firmly attached to the apron strings.
Hope things have slowed down by now taxi and Muppet. I’m greatly enjoying not being at work. Really really really needed the break.
It’s hot out, so I’m taking a break. I’ve planted my first two containers and put out a couple of little palms that stayed alive in my living room over the winter.
