metal mouse My Tacoma had a “missfire in 3” . I took it to my buddy’s garage, and he stuck a new ignition coil in and it’s been fine since then. Took all of 10 minutes.
Busy afternoon ahead with onboarding for new job starting tomorrow (working for the low-income housing agency in my city). Officially, 6-month contract gig, but I’ve been told it could be longer or even go permanent. We shall see.
So of course, surprise tire problem today (thankfully caught it hours ahead of my appointment for onboarding stuff). Car is at the tire shop, we Lyfted home. Should be able to reclaim the car in time for my appointment.
Afternoon all. Went to the Drs. Office to see about a refill on my prescription, they were mobbed and I didn’t have an appointment so after an hour or more I just let it go and headed out. Jersey Mike’s provided First Meal and I picked up a thing or two at Wal-Mart, then gassed up car at Kroger and got a garage recommendation from Tire Discounters, so will go out there and see if they can beat Dodge’s timing. And VanGo, yeah, either the spark plug or ignition coil are the likely culprit, but if they have to replace the entire cylinder…$$$. Will change for swimming and sauna and stop by the garage on the way and see what they say. Also found out I could request a prescription refill on-line with the Doc’s office…this old brain doesn’t work all that well on Moandays…
Seanette, best wishes on the job. And glad Murphy was a bit to early to really mess things up.
Hippie, never did care for that play, more a “Macbeth” guy.
doggio, nothing ventured, nothing gained; maybe they’ll actually realize how valuable you are.
OK, need to change and head over to that repair place; maybe I can luck out and have it fixed in 10 minutes…
Pellet stove as been cleaned and serviced - good to go for another year. I just looked it up - we bought it 11 years ago come November, so it should be good for a few more years.
FCD is on his way home. I’ll finish the jumper cables when he gets here. Rah!
Happy last day of July, everyone! August starts tomorrow, which means my birthday month (September) isn’t far behind… 
I don’t think I had any sleepovers until I was in high school, and even then I only remember one or two. It just didn’t seem to be a thing when I was younger; possibly because we moved a lot. I also don’t remember either going to other kids’ birthday parties or having my own. I wasn’t a lonely kid, though, and don’t remember ever feeling like I was missing out on anything in that regard.
My new gym has a cafe in it, and at first I thought it would be a great thing: I figured I’d grab dinner to go after my personal trainer sessions, and twice a week I could get something different from my usual fare and that I didn’t have to make. Turns out there are cakes next to the register (!), and last week I discovered that my willpower sucks after workouts: on Tuesday I got a turkey sandwich (and a slice of banana cake), and on Thursday I got a burger and fries (and a slice of lemon pound cake). So, it would be better for both my waistline and my wallet if I just go straight home afterwards; I’ll be testing that resolve tomorrow. 
The next time I go to the grocery store, I’ll try to find some new/quick things for dinner that I can look forward to. I think the emphasis will be on “quick,” because dinner decisions often come down to what will require the least amount of effort. (Why can’t the dog have opposable thumbs and go to culinary school?!?)
Have a great/safe trip!!
Ugh…I hope he’s feeling much better soon. 
“Thrice the brinded cat hath mew’d.
Thrice and once, the hedge-pig whin’d.
Harpier cries:—'tis time! 'tis time!
Round about the caldron go;
In the poisoned entrails throw.—
Toad, that under cold stone,
Days and nights has thirty-one;
Sweltered venom sleeping got,
Boil thou first in the charmed pot!”
That is all I know from memory…
I wasn’t allowed.
Shoe: “Can I go to { XYZ } friend for a sleepover?”
Mother: “I pick you up at eleven. Why you sleep there? You have bed I paid for!”
… also later
Mother: “Why you not have friends?!?”
Well Jane here’s something new I bet we all didn’t know about squirrels. Next time bring Whoppers.
There is a ticket on my fridge that’s sure to win the $1.05 billion in tomorrow’s drawing. Probably. Maybe. I hope…
I hate the lottery machines. I made my selection and immediately fed my money into the slot for reading tickets. Dammit. But the manager came out and retrieved it for me and I finally completed my transaction. So tomorrow night, I’m sure to be a billionaire. Or not. I guess we’ll see.
Chillage time!!!
We don’t have MegaMillions or Powerball in Nevada. It seems weird, given that we’re the gambling capital of the U.S. But the casino industry has successfully lobbied the state legislature to keep lotteries out, as if nobody will gamble in their establishments if they can do so at the gas station (most of which have slot machines anyway).
Apparently someone introduces a bill to allow multi-state lotteries at just about every session, and it always fails.
I’d buy a few tickets if I could. Not that I actually think I’m going to win the big jackpot, but it’s always fun to be Schrödinger’s Billionaire for a few days.
Have a safe trip nellie!
metal mouse, my car had a misfire on cylinder 1 about a year and a half ago. The dealership gave me a timeline of 8 weeks to get in, so I called the dealership in the town where I used to live and they got me in that afternoon, so you may want to try another Dodge dealer. BTW, my cylinder misfire was a relay thing, got covered by the warranty and I was out the door in an hour.
Good luck on the new gig seanette.
Growing up with three sisters, there were sleepovers all the damn time. My dad worked second shift and he never knew how many adolescent girls would be in sleeping bags on the living room and dining room floors any given Friday night when he got home.
I actually liked individual sleepovers at a friend’s house better… At my house, I shared a bedroom, so there was always a younger sib in the room too.
It was Murphy’s Monday today. The IT guy guaranteed that the Motorola station was ready to go before I left Thursday. He really didn’t get it. I had asked for a toggle switch to go from the Motorola software PC (we don’t even own that one, it’s third party) and the PC that I need to do everything that goes with it. He brought me a new PC and said I was good to go. He took the Motorola setup because it wasn’t running Windows 10. It took the first half of the day to get the Motorola one back, get data cables hooked up and a scanner hooked up to the other one. I did manage to get some odds and ends done when I was waiting around, so it wasn’t a total loss. Now to catch up the backlog.
Stay safe and healthy y’Ll!
Howdy Y’all! I actually spent almost two and a half hours dealin’ with tree limbs this mornin’. OYKW helped me lop limbs and load 'em on twuck. Turns out three trips were needed to the landfill. The landfill charges for this stuff. The first load cost me a buck sixty and the last two trips the guy just waved me on to go dump the limbs and not come back for the after weigh. One’s vehicle is weighed when one arrives and is weighed agan when one has dumped one’s load. It’s almost an honor system thing and I am honest. After that I was indeed slothful the rest of the day.
Taters hope Polar is doin’ better, poor baby!
Nettie yay for the new gig. Hope you like it and if’n you do it becomes permanent.
doggio appropriate/inappropriate appendages are crossed for the full time gig/
Nellie safe travels!
Drive down to Stateline.
The Californians drive there to casino gamble on the far side of the state border from their POV. And you can pull into the giant convenience market and lottery store on the far side of the state border from your POV. Equal opportunity vice!
Up from naptime. Making bacon cheeseburgers with smoked cheddar and fries for dinner. and an Old Fashioned.
Well, a lot of it comes down to seniority. I pretty much work full time hours anyways, this would just guarantee it(nice in January when you lot stop buying things).
I was more of a Henry the V fan:
“We few, we happy few, we band of brothers;
For he today that sheds his blood with me
Shall be my brother; be he never so vile,
This day shall gentle his condition:
And gentlemen in England now a-bed
Shall think themselves accursed they were not here,
And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks
That fought with us upon Saint Crispin’s day.”
I quoted this after a come from behind hockey game victory in a half emty barn on a snow day. 
: fingers crossd for full time, nettie
Feel better, Polar!
We didn’t really have sleep overs, we had camp outs. Dad would pitch the big tent for us and we would have hotdogs or hamburgers for dinner and then scare ourselves silly for the rest of the night. Not a lot of sleeping happened and Mom would make whomp can cinnamon rolls for breakfast.
There was a graveyard three blocks down the road. It was part of the scaring ourselves silly fun.
Safe travels and have fun!
Thank you. Today we went to a small aquarium and then came back to my room for melon and cheese. She also took a short nap. Then we went to the Discovery Center which was kinda disappointing, but still fun.
We have a couple of things planned for tomorrow and then I’m leaving for what will probably be the last time.
I’d like to think that she will be able to come with me to see the total eclipse in April, but realize that it probably won’t happen.
If the eclipse is to happen together, it’s because you put in the effort to go get her. Only you know if that makes sense even based on her condition now. And her condition then is of course unknowable now.
You’re doing totally the right thing now. {{Hugs}} and congrats on a hard and painful job well done.
Doggio here’s hoping the promo / shift change comes through. I’m seniority-based too, and often around here folks are reluctant to move from being senior in a lower job to being junior in a higher job later in the year. So this might be your best opportunity.
Swampy Three trips? Either you have a small truck or a confused idea of what’s a small job. Glad you found time for slothage.
As to me:
Lazy afternoon, walked to the Korean joint for light dinner. I had a spicy pork ramen bowl and Her Ladyship had a Bulgogi taco. It sprinkled lightly during the walk back. Now 2 hours later there’s continuous rumbling and flashing outside coming from offshore while our streets are dry. Hope the fish don’t get wet!
Bedtime soon, for I’m potentially working at 4am. Appears unlikely but never say never.
Evening all. The recommended car shop could get me on August 10th, so I cancelled my appointment with Dodge and will try to take it easy with the driving, which shouldn’t be hard, I usually drive no more than 300-400 miles in a month. Then swimming and helped out on soccer uniforms, so for my good deeds for the day I treated myself to a Whataburger for dinner. Also got my first Amazon delivery with hopefully 4-5 more to go this week.
Red, there are other Dodge dealers about 12-20 miles away, might check with them but I doubt they can beat this guy’s timing; apparently car engine repair is a field more people need to look into, sure seems like all of them have more customers than staff…
Oopsie, my gym has a place you can get bottled water and various ‘healthy’ drinks from, but no food. Be strong.
Hippie, doggio, always been a fan of this line…https://www.greenweenii.com/osc/images/LadyMacbethsDog.jpg And more seriously…
…still gives me chills.
swampy, glad you didn’t have to go out on a limb there at the landfill…
Wheelie, I have the same problem, Ali-bama has blocked the Godless Lottery for many years, so closest I can do is a 30 mile ride to the Tenessee border…hmmmmm, need to make a braunsweiger run, and that’s within 6 miles of the border…hmmmmm…
JtC, maybe she’ll make the eclipse, maybe she won’t; but never stop hoping she will (I’ll hope too).
OK, need to finish up internettin’ and then head off to bed, been a pretty busy day. All y’all take care.
Happy Moonday!
It’s been a messy day.
I didn’t get to sleep in as long as I wanted to. Then after soaking in the bath, I heard my son yelling. One of the GR had diarrhea, and I don’t know why he flipped out, and he was mad at me for not putting him out. Sorry, I can’t reach the back door from the bathtub. He had gone back to bed, so didn’t hear anything. For all his bitching about it, he had it cleaned up by the time I got downstairs and was pulling out the carpet shampooer.
We suspect it was Misiu because he was acting a little off, and then he threw up, fortunately all over his blanket, which can be tossed in the wash. After that, he was feeling back to normal.
I hope Polar is feeling better soon.
I went to the dr to get the shot in my knee. I thought my appointment was 130, but it was at 1. I was very late, and then even later because I couldn’t find a place to park. One of the women in the waiting room heard me say something about no parking space and she chimed in that she couldn’t find anything either. I parked in a handicap space, there are always plenty of those available. Probably because the handicapped spaces are a longer walk than the non handicapped, so the people with handicapped tags park in the non handicapped spaces that are closer to the door. It’s a stupid set up.
The shot hurt. The dr said you are just feeling pressure. I said no, there is pressure, but it stings too.
I apologized several times for being late, and thanked him multiple times for still seeing me.
He is so nice.
Then there was a line in the parking lot to get out because some asshole pulled into the half circle to drop somebody off, but instead of pulling all the way in, they turned in and stopped. They didn’t get close enough to the curb, so the people behind them who also wanted to pull into the circle had to sit there and wait. The people who wanted to go straight had to wait until the cars coming the other way stopped to go around them.
I stopped to pick up my scripts on the way home. The woman says you are picking up one? I said no, I’m picking up two. She said one of them is $1600. I said, okay then, one prescription it is.
I’ll call the dr tomorrow to see what can be done.
By the time I got home, I was hot, tired, and hungry and not talking to anybody.
I’m still feeling grumpy.
My son is giving me grief about moving. He wants to stay here. I said you know we can’t, the stairs are too much. Then he says FINE! Do what you want! As soon as we get some money, you want to throw it all away!
I said buying a house is not throwing it away.
He’s stubborn, and he hates change.
Happy and safe travels, Nellie.
The minimum charge to dump yard waste at our dump is $10. You weigh going in, dump the stuff, weight going out. My truck would never go over $10 and the lady at the window is always apologetic.
We have branches we need to dump; I was hoping to get it done today. The dump closes at 3, so if you don’t get an early start, you may as well wait for another day.
Having a cafe that sells goodies in a gym seems a bit counterproductive.
Stateline is a nearly 8-hour drive from here, so nah.
I could be in Arizona in about 40 minutes or California in an hour. But eh, even that’s not really worth it for a one in 72 million chance.
You don’t replace a cylinder, on a car engine (except, possibly, for some bizarre exceptions, like the old air-cooled Volkswagen engines). All of the cylinders are part of the one engine block—a big hunk of metal that is the main part of the engine. Replacing a cylinder, in effect, means replacing the whole engine.
The attached image is of a typical V8 engine block. The four big holes you see are the cylinders. There are four more on the other side.
