My truck died on the way home. I have no idea what is wrong, it just died. Fortunately it was on a wide street and I was able to pull over. The check engine light came on and it wouldn’t start. Turn the key and nothing.
So I called OAOASO, he was not able to help, but while talking to him it started. I turned off the AC and radio, and we made it home.
I started to complain that the truck is new, but it is 6 years old. Not even 30,000 miles yet, but it’s not new.
I guess I will be spending all day Moonday at the dealers.
I was just talking with my friend yesterday about how it is hardly worth it for me to have a vehicle. For all the driving I do it would be cheaper to take Uber. However, the thought of not having a vehicle makes me panic.
I hope it isn’t expensive to fix. I’m thinking maybe the alternator.
**Sunny **- maybe a delivery butler is a gay thing…
I’ve got a big pot o’ sketty sauce simmering away. It smells yummerrific! The kids cleared much of their stuff so we’ve got space for the pellets when they’re delivered. **FCD **talked to them while I fumed up here. We shall see how it goes.
Howdy Y’all! Had a really enjoyable time at the church house this mornin’. We did trainin sessions and ended with an instructed (as in this is why we do what we do) Eucharist. Brunswick stew is now simmerin’ away and will be ready in about an hour and a half. It’s at the let everything mellow so all the flavors come together point. Smells soooooooooo goooooooooooooooood!
Sari hope whatever is wrong with truck is relatively minor and inexpensive.
My house is in the central part of the city and is well over one hundred years old. About ten years ago a drain in the cellar floor backed up after heavy rain. I called a plumber to clear it. It took the poor guy over an hour and a half to remove the drain. It was probably original to the house, a heavy, thick plug with drain holes in it. The guy had to get a sledge hammer and break it up to remove it. He asked if he could take the pieces back to the shop and show the other guys, as he’d never seen anything like it.
On that, the tub in the upstairs bathroom is probably original to the house. It’s an old fashioned cast iron clawfoot tub. It was likely installed when the house was built, as it’s way too big to get up the stairs. There’s a downstairs bathroom that was installed in 1966. At that time the house was undergoing repairs after being damaged in a tornado, nad the two floors were converted into two apartments.
A lady with a speech impediment (are we allowed to say that now?) called to tell me that the license on my computer was expired! :eek:
If I don’t renew it will the microsoft police come to my house and arrest me?
And if I do get a new license, where do I attach it on my computer?
I wonder if I pay extra can I get one with a picture of Crater Lake on it?
Wifey & TheGirlChild came home from their camping trip last night. They had a fun time but it was really hot where they were. Not as much painting got done as they had planned, but a lot of kayaking, so they were happy.
Sorry about your truck Sari. Tell us what kind it is so we can all curse it’s manufacturer. Have you ever replaced the battery? 6 years is about how long the batteries in my trucks usually lasted.
I am in Norse God mode–Thor all over. Spent two hours with the 6 year old girls and the half hour beofre that moving portable goals to the right places (they are portable, after all–just me had to do the porting…) on the field. The helped pass out uniforms/sell water and Gatorade to the teeming masses, and then coached the 12U boys for about 90 minutes. Really am thinking about a nap about now…
Sari, hope it is something minor.
Bumba, you have more patience than I; all they get from me is a quick hangup.
Cupcakes, Nut, my house is relatively new (built 1997), but I suspect there are things in it that would be considered out of date now.
doooggggio, I don’t think I’ve ever had a single Jello Shot, much less multiple ones; presumably you’re not driving or firing heavy artillery in the near future…
Brunswick stew has been made and pronounced goooooooooooood! Go Us! Eighteen pints are now coolin’ down and await storage in da freezer. Some good eatin’ awaits over the next few months.
It gets driven maybe once every two weeks, to the grocery store and back. A few weeks out of the year it gets driven a bit more, like finals weeks when I have to take my son to the college. Three or four times a year I drive down to the armpit, about 150 miles round trip.
I think all that sitting is probably not good for it.
I think the same woman called me.
I also got an email from DirecTV that I needed to call immediately to get a one time 50% discount on my bill. I give them credit, they were good. The number was close to the real AT&T number, and when I called the number it sounded exactly like I was calling AT&T, down to the signature AT&T sound and the menu options.
I suspected a scam (I always do) and it was confirmed when the man who answered the phone asked me how he could help me. I told him I got an offer to save 50% on my bill and his first question was How much do you pay each month?
Whenever I get those kind of emails I always call the company directly. Sometimes they are legit, like when the mortgage company wanted to refinance my house at a lower rate.
Then I called the* real* AT&T number and reported it.
Whoever delivered my package from the jumgle today must have their kids running the package to the door. I heard mess a kids at my door, I though maybe it was the Boy Scouts leaving a bag to collect food. By the time I got to the door they were gone and my package was at the door.
I guess I should finish arranging the groceries… See what meat I want to freeze and how much of the bread I can fit in the freezer.
I should go shopping once a week instead of every other week.
You forget, I live in ye Olde England; one of my school friends lived in a house over 600 years old. This place was founded before the 6th Century; where I was born was pre-Roman. 100 years ain’t nothin’
Irk was busy; first weekend waitressin’ shift I’ve done, it appears that on Saturdays one needs to be in several places at once. Off til Wednesday night now though, yay! While 100 years is nothing, 13.5 hours (start of this mornin’s shift til end of this evening’s) is still a lot
‘Retrofitted by a pack of drunken baboons’ would be a good description. Our house is only 120+ yrs old and it was built without indoor plumbing or electricity. Everything inside our walls or under our floors would make Rube Goldberg pull out his hair. I can only imagine what a 600 year old house would look like, plus with low ceilings and tiny little doors.
We have an '88 Ford Ranger. The last time I charged the battery up so I could haul something it turned out that the turn signals and the cab (heater) fan don’t work anymore. (The A/C hasn’t worked for years.) I checked the fuses and even replaced the flasher relay. No joy. When I told Wifey she said “Get rid of it. I don’t want to fix it anymore/” To be accurate, I’m the one who fixes it, but I didn’t say that. I’ve never liked ford trucks and I especially don’t like this one. I shoulda just rebuilt the engine in the Mazda PU I had before this thing.
I get tired just reading about what you do MetalMouse.
Enjoy the nap.
At least you won’t get a cold, wet nose in the belly telling you it’s time to go out to feed the mosquitos.
Blargh. My roommate started talking on the phone, and I started practicing my clarinet, at about the same time. Then I switched to the alto clarinet, and she was still talking on the phone. Then she was still on the phone when I got out the kazoo. Now that I’ve broken out the Latin percussion, I wonder what will happen next.
At least my roommate and I aren’t annoying each other this time.
My team is the only one that one their last meaningful (ie. non-preseason) game this year:
E - A - G - L - E - S, Eagles!
I coulda kinda given that tour, 'cept I don’t know where Lou used to live given I don’t even know who Lou is…& Pat’s is waaay better than Geno’s…& Dalesandro’s is better than both of them.
I don’t know why you use them. There are other CUs (&/or community banks) that have more features & better service, like bill pay & RDC. (I am no fan of the behemoth banks that fee your for everything.)
Caller ID is a phone company service, meaning you’ve been paying for it all this time & not using it.
I need to call the phone co; they just cutoff copper wire service & are forcing us to FiOS (& it’s higher billing & lesser emergency service). :mad:
It was the royal we.
See, I told you so.
How many bowling pins do you use?
You must be even older than Swampy! Ohhhhhh.
Two sentences that should not be stated in succession. :eek:
I is home, & taherd; long drive. I threw some lead this morning; was perfect at it lying down, both in practice & competition.
Afterwards, we tried to go to a 'Q place for lunch but it’s not there anymore; not out of business, the entire @#$%& trailer was missing. Someone stated the county fair is this weekend so they might have taken their trailer there. The other place I was directed to now only serves brekkie so I ended up eating things no one should eat (together) as there’s nowhere else to get food (w/o hunting, trapping, or fishing it) in the middle of a state forest.
nightshade, 240 is morbidly obese if you’re 4’10" but not if you’re 6’6".
Congrats swampy!
Juliet, your Packers beat my Titans.
baker, welcome to the 20th century.
My trip up north was a disaster. I totaled my car on the north side of Indy, had to go ththe horsepistol and Nelson had to go to the shelter for the night. I got bruised up ribs and a bump on the haid. Nelson was a scared pupper. The officer who responded was very professional and kept in touch by text to let me know where to pick my baby up and where my car was towed. The folks at the shelter were wonderful to him and made sure that he got to sleep in his car bed that the kind police sergent (a dog guy himself) brought with him so that he would have something familiar there. The folks at the towing company aren’t normally in their office on the weekend, but sent their on cal guy over to let me get my personal items out of the car (he even did most of the removal). My sister in Chicago got me a hotel room for the night after I was released from the ED and arranged a car rental for the week.
I frove home after everything got done today. Nelson gave me a solid 5 minutes of puppy kisses when they brought him to me at the Humane shelter and the staff was absolutely tickled. I’ll be sending them a thank you card with a donation once everything gets straightened out. Right now, I have a lapful of warm puppy and will commence to begin online shopping for a replacement car tomorrow.
There was the honk-honk-honk type of car alarm going off in my neighbourhood just now. It lasted a long time. Someone driving by honked at it because they were annoyed. Finally, the alarm got shut off and someone cheered.
I got bruised up ribs and a bump on the haid. Nelson was a scared pupper. The officer who responded was very professional and kept in touch by text to let me know where to pick my baby up and where my car was towed. The folks at the shelter were wonderful to him and made sure that he got to sleep in his car bed that the kind police sergent (a dog guy himself) brought with him so that he would have something familiar there. The folks at the towing company aren’t normally in their office on the weekend, but sent their on cal guy over to let me get my personal items out of the car (he even did most of the removal). My sister in Chicago got me a hotel room for the night after I was released from the ED and arranged a car rental for the week.
I’ll be sending them a thank you card with a donation once everything gets straightened out. Right now, I have a lapful of warm puppy and will commence to begin online shopping for a replacement car tomorrow.