(forgot how to do nested quotes), but yes, **Roderick Femm **is right. You also need to ask if they are actually going to repair the dents or replace the parts. Considering that the damage was to the windshield support, they might replace them due to safety reasons. Cars are designed to collapse so as to reduce damage to the passenger compartment and the windshield supports are a very important part of that system.
BTW, how was the play? I’ve not seen it yet but I’ve heard wonderful things.
I’m so glad that you were able to get it figured out so quickly. While there are many reasons to hate banks…they always know where the money went.
Rubbing alcohol is the first thing I reach for when I’ve got a bug bite. It really does help a lot. Band-Aids stop me from scratching, but they certainly don’t stop the itch.
My quarterly rant: why the heck don’t clothing designers understand that women also use their pockets. I’m hard on my work jeans, so I replace them often. I went to the same store where I bought my last jeans (that had wonderful pockets) found the same brand in the same size and tried a pair on. They fit well, looked good…and then I tried to stick my hands into the stupid, little tiny, useless pockets. I’d be lucky if my penknife would fit. Damnit, I only bought the last ones 3 months ago and they had wonderful pockets.
Women carry stuff in their pockets as well, especially when we are working and can’t carry a purse around.
From now on, I’m going to check the pockets out before I try jeans on.
Pockets are such a simple thing, why is it so hard to find them?
I vividly remember jumping into the pool one summer in my spiffy new low-cut swimsuit, and looking down to see that Little Miss Right had escaped. :o Lands End has some decent cuts without heading into Grandma territory. Speedo’s suits are my choice – no chance of spillage! – but their prices are steep.
And flatlined, I completely gave up on women’s pants years ago in large part because of the pocket issue. Yeah, I had to give up on the ‘fitted’ look, but look at all of these pockets! My Galaxy Note II (a phone large enough to be mistaken for a small tablet) fits neatly into the pockets of all of my pants, and nearly disappears in my cargo pants. I would like to know why linen used to make men’s pants is so much softer than the linen used in women’s clothing. I always thought of linen as a very coarse, scratchy material, but I recently bought some men’s linen pants and shorts that are so soft! The material is actually on the thick side too.
I have had one family friend come this close to insinuating that my preference for men’s pants means that I should lose weight.
Russell Peters (a Canadian comedian) has a part of his routine about his Indian parents, about how they are always asking him about his poop. Your (mother-in-law?) wouldn’t be Indian by any chance, would she?
I had a parking space under a tree that dropped sappy leave covers in spring - those fucking things superbonded to the paint of a car in a way that science should seriously be studying.
Remember when I was bitching about the stray cat who came into my house a few days ago and hid under the basement stairs?
They said they would probably repair, but he wouldn’t commit till he actually starts digging. The insurance aduster comes out tomorrow so they won’t even start till they find out how much he’s going to be willing to pay them.
I enjoyed the play, but the role of Fiyero was being played by an understudy (Sunday matinee, after all), who was a better singer than he was an actor. But it was a very enjoyable performance. Though I had read the book, so it was a little offputting that the Wicked Witch’s sister is in a wheelchair in the play, whereas in the book she has no arms.
Oh fuck me. I’ve been dealing with an off & on migraine all week - my fault for screwing up my usual medication. So today it’s on again and I went to take some tramadol for it (and I fucking hate tramadol. It destroys my stomach.) only instead I picked up the wrong bottle and just took a second dose of my beta blocker, metoprolol. Dammit they don’t even look anything like each other. This headache is never going away.
Fuck it. I’m going to spend the day catching up on mad men.
Duluth Trading Company rocks. Their Armachillo shirts are wonderful. WONDERFUL. I have to wear a long sleeved shirt when I mow (I’m allergic to our pine tree) and it’s fairly warm here. It does keep me cool. My mom loves the pair of gardening pants I bought her - room for everything she carries around.
Took your advice (not saying that to blame you) and immediately processed the refund. Since the reason for the refund was not Amazon’s fault (their words not mine) I had to pay shipping but would get a complete refund.
Lovely wife picked up a copy at BB for $31 dollars less so I figured I’m out only $5.00 (shipping + Tax diff).
So yesterday I get an email from Amazon
Apparently after the chat drone told me that Amazon doesn’t participate in price matching, and I took action to disqualify the sale at my expense, Amazon lowered their own price to match BestBuy’s.:smack:
I’m hoping that Amazon will refund the remainder of my purchase when they get the return package.
Well, it looks like the people mentioned in this post are throwing another party. Different charity; same cause. But, this one is going to have “entertainment” in the form of strippers and escorts, billed as dancers. I’m sure the after-dark activity will occur, and most attendees will fail to see the irony. I’ll probably just bite my tongue this time, since it is like spitting into the wind. Oh, and this one is being billed as “the official start of the pool party season,” so I have no idea what their Memorial Day pool party was.
Also, roommate, you’re a great guy, but please learn to pick up on social cues. When I am sitting on the couch after an 11-hour day at work and I’m quite obviously preoccupied watching one of “my shows,” I really don’t want you to start telling me a long-winded story that meanders and never quite hits a point. We can talk during commercials or after the show concludes, but when I get home, I just need a little quiet time to decompress and relax.
Rant 1: We were at the transplant center again yesterday for my mom’s latest round of medical testing. The whole experience started at 8:30 a.m. and lasted until almost 5 p.m. In other words, at least it wasn’t the full 3-day workup.
Anyway, when you go through these testing days, you tend to see most of the same people wandering around the hospital since a lot of testing also involves certain required, and actually quite helpful, classes (yesterday was diabetes education and we gave ourselves shots in the abdomen). Anyway, this poor guy was there by himself, no family, no friends, no significant other. Just there by himself, dealing with readying himself for a liver transplant. He was probably in his early 20s. Perhaps he did have someone who was going to help him through this suck-tastic experience - actually, he would’ve had to have someone in order to best considered - but he looked so fucking young and scared. It sucks enough that people have to deal with this shit; even moreso someone so young.
Rant 2 (less important): I got called for jury duty again. On the day I was going to take a family vacation. I could request a delay, but it’s probably easier if I don’t since I’m going to be traveling later this year even more. So I have to reschedule this vacation I’ve had planned for months because of fucking jury duty. I guess I could look at sitting in the potential jurors’ holding pen as an opportunity to relax and read, but fucksticks, I’d rather be in a canoe with my husband and kids instead. Oh, well. Mostly inconvenience (at least I get to take a vacation), but still bloody annoying.
What a cutie! I think that smile makes up for a lot. (I find it’s *real *easy to like other people’s kids - if they get stinky or noisy you can just hand them back!)
Further to the wine gums issue in last month’s rants, if you can find them (easy up here), try mixing them with salted cashews or mixed nuts. Our group has named this combination “Corruption” because it’s so good!
My own rant - my wife came home yesterday to find two inches of water in the basement, courtesy of a broken connection under the washroom sink. We spent the rest of the day mopping up and drying out. Luckily, it looks like the only permanent damage was to a book I had left in the washroom, which would have been OK except that the water jetting from the break hit it dead on. I’m trying to dry it out, but if not, replacement will be a bit expensive.
It’s a good thing I decided to check my bank account…
I stayed at a certain hotel last week. Hotel is not quite in the middle of nowhere but since, by corporate instructions, I don’t have a car, it might as well be. Weekend in a different place (not one I would have picked, but hey, the town was indeed worth visiting even if I already had :p), back to the middle of nowhere.
These fucks have charged me three times for last week’s stay! What, I’ve got three arses now?
I haven’t had occasion to try this, but I’m told that putting a wet book in the freezer works well. The idea is that the water freezes and you shake the ice out. No idea if it works.
As I’d said, Amazon has matched prices every time I’ve checked with them, so it’s surprising the chat drone wouldn’t have known/verified that. Of course, I’ve always just called ('cause I hate chat), so maybe the competent drones are on phone, not chat.
I am not a woman, nor do I have to shop for daughters or other women, however I’ve had to listen to women swimmers complaining about swim suit choices for decades now. My advice: go to a swimming supply store, the kind of place that competitive swimmers go to get their gear. If you can’t find one, google for local “Speedo preferred retailer.” Won’t help if you’re looking for bikinis, but every one I’ve ever been in has had a huge selection of one-piece swimsuits which keep stuff in place and don’t look like they’re for grandma.
Heck, they’ve usually got a decent selection of men’s suits that aren’t either banana hammocks or board shorts.
Way too many bagfuckers in the bus today. And the worst kind of bagfuckers, too - the kind who don’t take their bags off the seats when there are people who want to sit down.
Though I did manage to get a seat, so maybe I should stop whining. Maybe I’m just extra bitchy because I’m in a lot of pain, cliche though that may be. Also, at work today, I was trying to rush and do too much stuff right before I left, and I worked for too many hours straight without a break, but I kind of put that upon myself.
The reason none of my jeans with good pockets make it to the thrift store is because once they are to shabby looking for work, they become my adoption jeans. Once they are too ragged for that, they become my working on motorcycle jeans. When they are too ratty for that, they go into the trash. I have donated many pairs of nearly new jeans with stupid small pockets to thrift stores, though.
The estimator was being honest. They really won’t know how much damage your car took until they start taking it apart. What is going to happen next is that the insurance adjuster will come out and tell the shop how much they will get paid going by the surface damage. The shop will then tear the car down and take pics of the internal damage and send in a supplement, but won’t buy parts until your insurance company agrees.
A whole lot of this depends on your insurance company and if they allow the shop to use new parts or if they are going to require the shop to use parts from a junkyard. Often junkyard parts that are delivered to the shop are damaged and must be repaired or sent back for new junkyard ones.
However, if your insurance company is also paying for your rental car…you don’t need to nag the shop to get the car back fast. The insurance company will do all the nagging.
There is a whole bunch more involved with the negotiations between the shop and your insurance company, but it sounds to me like the shop is being upfront with you.
I’m glad you enjoyed the play. I have heard many good things about it and would have done the same thing you did “The car can still get me there, I’m going to go, goshdarnit!” It would be a little jarring to see the armless sister using her arms to move around in a wheelchair, I can see how they would make that change. There aren’t a whole bunch of armless actors.
I think I love you almost as much as your wife does. Those look great, thank you so much.
This is what I actually logged on to say.
Put the book in a zip-lock freezer bag and then put it flat in the freezer. Every day, get the book out of the bag and use your hand to brush the ice crystals off, then put it into a new bag and put it back in the freezer.
Weight on the book will help stop the pages from crinkling, but it has to be even weight. If the pages are already crinkled because you were trying to air dry it, the weight and remaining moisture might help, or you can use an iron (on very low heat) to flatten them after the book is totally dry.
While I know enough about the auto body world to be able to tell Rick Kitchen what to expect…as a Records Manager, I’m really good at recovering water damaged materials. Rat damaged, not so much.
Very mini-rant: I was reading Takedown Twenty and got to the part where Grandma Mozer got called a slut during church bingo, which impressed the guys so much that she got 2 dates and died her hair blond. Her granddaughter told her that guys who thought she was a slut were only after one thing and Grandma Mozer said “I hope that’s true. I don’t want to know that I went blond and bought those thongs for nothing.”
I laughed, then I thought about Lynn and got sad. I really do miss her.
I’ll probably think of her every time I read a Stephanie Plum story. Which is a good thing.
That’s a new one on me! I’ll give it a try the next to some &%$#@!! bug makes it upstairs.
When I was young and poor, I put pockets in where those little worthless slit things are. Now that I’m old and have a little bit of leftover money, I have a dry cleaner do it in favored items.
