Where have I been. I have no idea. I feel lately that I just have nothing to say. I think this is a thing with me. I go in and out of blogging about everything that crosses my mind and then not blogging about anything at all because I dont feel like it. Thats usually when I'm entralled with something else, like taking pictures and playing with Photoshop.
I still dont have anything to say, aside from my car doesnt like me anymore because it waits until I am finished grocery shopping and have ice cream in the trunk before it decides it doesnt want to start.
Now, its been doing this off and on for a little while. It only happens when I turn it off for less than a couple hours and then try and to go somewhere. It sounds like it wants to start but cant find that last spark it needs. Usually, if I wait a little while, it will eventually start. But when ice cream is in the trunk, it decides that no, it definately is not going anywhere and I have to wait for someone to come help me push start it.
By the way, did you know you can sit in a parking lot for a full hour trying to start your car and have no one come over to see if you need help?
The fear of being stranded some where has really taken a toll on my freedom. I am afraid to even go to class now. And you know something, for some reason it seems the car only dies when I'm in it. So yesterday, I left her at the doctors all day yesterday so they could figure out what the problem is. Not only could they find nothing wrong, but it started every single time for them. Of course. They said unless it wont start while its in their hands, they wont be able to figure out whats wrong. The good news now is that today she died in my company's parking lot. I called those auto guys up and told him to get their greasy buns down here fast to catch her while she's down. I'm still waiting for someone to show.
Boy for having nothing to say, I sure spat out alot of words. Hey, I found a post I started one night about a week or so ago. I see no reason why not to post it now, since I cant think of anything else to type about.
Enjoy.
Okay, maybe it's the Merlot talking, but I just had a crazy thought for a post. I was getting ready for sleepy time, when I thought I'd check my email really quick. My sil Jen wrote me a little note about my last post, and of course I had to sit and reply back. Thats where the idea for the post came in. Actually, I had two ideas.
Number one - what scares the bageebers out of you??
Off the top of my mind, I say BEARS, ALLIGATORS, & SHARKS.
And I'm an animal person, for crying out loud.
Oh yeah, DEMON POSSESSION. That one's a real nail bitter, too. Is it real or not? Don't know, just know I don't want anything to do with it.
But holy cows, the nightmares in my brain.
Number two - what you would do if you found yourself in the middle of one of your fears? Or, if you have already, what did you do?
So that was my conversation with Jen. It was about these things.
Being that I don't find myself swimming in the ocean or wadding through the swamp on a regular basis, and I am not planning on pissing off any demons any time too soon, I do in fact, find myself in the woods alot.
I worry about having my dogs in the woods with me for fear of BEARS coming after moi - and then how I worry about being alone in the woods with no one but Mr. Canon and Mr. Cell Phone - for fear of BEARS coming after moi...
Is that silly... or what?
There is a possiblility that one day, we will come in contact with a bear. There is a better possibility that the dogs would not run the other way, although they would if they were smart, and would actually attack the bear. Well, Ozzy would attack it. Jack would just stand there and scream at it. Knock on wood I never have to deal with this because the thought of what might happen to them if they ever got loose on a bear makes me barf. While some may say to drop the leashes and save myself, I know that that would never happen. I would pick up my dogs in both arms and run like hell.
But what if Mr. Canon and I were completely alone in the woods with a bear? Its hard to imagine what I might do first, but I would hope that I would not throw my camera at it. I would hope would think ahead and grab a stick or a rock, but not Mr. Canon. MY TRIPOD. Okay now THAT I would throw at it. Better yet, swing fiercely at it. And I most likely would have some pepper spray on me somewhere. Hey, I live in South Side. Somethings you just have on you.
So what about you? What are you scared of and do you have a plan of action?
I still dont have anything to say, aside from my car doesnt like me anymore because it waits until I am finished grocery shopping and have ice cream in the trunk before it decides it doesnt want to start.
Now, its been doing this off and on for a little while. It only happens when I turn it off for less than a couple hours and then try and to go somewhere. It sounds like it wants to start but cant find that last spark it needs. Usually, if I wait a little while, it will eventually start. But when ice cream is in the trunk, it decides that no, it definately is not going anywhere and I have to wait for someone to come help me push start it.
By the way, did you know you can sit in a parking lot for a full hour trying to start your car and have no one come over to see if you need help?
The fear of being stranded some where has really taken a toll on my freedom. I am afraid to even go to class now. And you know something, for some reason it seems the car only dies when I'm in it. So yesterday, I left her at the doctors all day yesterday so they could figure out what the problem is. Not only could they find nothing wrong, but it started every single time for them. Of course. They said unless it wont start while its in their hands, they wont be able to figure out whats wrong. The good news now is that today she died in my company's parking lot. I called those auto guys up and told him to get their greasy buns down here fast to catch her while she's down. I'm still waiting for someone to show.
Boy for having nothing to say, I sure spat out alot of words. Hey, I found a post I started one night about a week or so ago. I see no reason why not to post it now, since I cant think of anything else to type about.
Enjoy.
Okay, maybe it's the Merlot talking, but I just had a crazy thought for a post. I was getting ready for sleepy time, when I thought I'd check my email really quick. My sil Jen wrote me a little note about my last post, and of course I had to sit and reply back. Thats where the idea for the post came in. Actually, I had two ideas.
Number one - what scares the bageebers out of you??
Off the top of my mind, I say BEARS, ALLIGATORS, & SHARKS.
And I'm an animal person, for crying out loud.
Oh yeah, DEMON POSSESSION. That one's a real nail bitter, too. Is it real or not? Don't know, just know I don't want anything to do with it.
But holy cows, the nightmares in my brain.
Number two - what you would do if you found yourself in the middle of one of your fears? Or, if you have already, what did you do?
So that was my conversation with Jen. It was about these things.
Being that I don't find myself swimming in the ocean or wadding through the swamp on a regular basis, and I am not planning on pissing off any demons any time too soon, I do in fact, find myself in the woods alot.
I worry about having my dogs in the woods with me for fear of BEARS coming after moi - and then how I worry about being alone in the woods with no one but Mr. Canon and Mr. Cell Phone - for fear of BEARS coming after moi...
Is that silly... or what?
There is a possiblility that one day, we will come in contact with a bear. There is a better possibility that the dogs would not run the other way, although they would if they were smart, and would actually attack the bear. Well, Ozzy would attack it. Jack would just stand there and scream at it. Knock on wood I never have to deal with this because the thought of what might happen to them if they ever got loose on a bear makes me barf. While some may say to drop the leashes and save myself, I know that that would never happen. I would pick up my dogs in both arms and run like hell.
But what if Mr. Canon and I were completely alone in the woods with a bear? Its hard to imagine what I might do first, but I would hope that I would not throw my camera at it. I would hope would think ahead and grab a stick or a rock, but not Mr. Canon. MY TRIPOD. Okay now THAT I would throw at it. Better yet, swing fiercely at it. And I most likely would have some pepper spray on me somewhere. Hey, I live in South Side. Somethings you just have on you.
So what about you? What are you scared of and do you have a plan of action?
posted by Sp00kalot at 11:39 PM
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Heights (or maybe it's falling - end result the same).
I know when I have to do something, I do it and then have no memory of how.
I think it's adrenaline.
But I won't do anything stupid like roller coasters or outside elevators.
... or throwing expensive cameras at savage bears.
Earl is afraid of heights too. Probably cause of the whole "falling thing".
Thanks for checking in Granny! I thought for sure no one would no I posted anything after such a long break. I can always count on you!
Try googling your car make/model/year and see if you can find others with the same problem (and possibly a solution?)
What scares me? A couple of things--losing my family, and my health getting worse.
What would I do? I think I'd literally die if I lost my family. And my health.....don't know. Will cross that bridge.
As for sharks, it's not that I'm afraid of them, but I have a healthy respect--though I want to get SCUBA certified so I can swim in the local aquarium's shark tank LOL.
Really, I think the only thing I'm scared of is something happening to the kids.
Otherwise, I'm pretty fearless. Really. Except I would probably be afraid of the ghosts in your house.
I am afraid of steps. Deathly afraid of steps. I dream about them constantly. It's terrifying. I am so afraid I'll fall down them.
When I was looking at cars on craigslist I'd look at the cartalk survey
http://www.cartalk.com/content/survey/lookup.html
to see what other people said about that year, make and model. Maybe someone else has the same problem?
I'm always afraid of being trapped in a fire so I'm always checking out back entrances, fire extinguishers and windows so see how hard it would be to get out. Do the windows have old bars on them that can't be opened from the inside? Hey, this fire exit is blocked from the outside. If I jumped out this window what would I land on? If this bus catches fire do I have to lift that heavy kid out first? Talking out loud like this is a great hit at parties. not.
Wait! This totally sounds like your car.
Puzzler Answer, 4/5/97: Finicky Volare
Ray: Here it is. I remember one day this old geezer drives into the shop with his '76 Volare. And says something like, "Boys, my car is having trouble. It doesn't like a certain kind of ice cream that I buy." He goes on to explain that he only has three flavors of ice cream he likes to eat and that he goes to the local parlor to buy. He eats either vanilla, chocolate, or three-bean tofu mint chipped-beef ice cream. He says, "When I go to buy chocolate I park in front of the ice cream parlor. I buy the chocalate. My car starts right up. The same thing happens if I buy vanilla. The problem occurs when I buy the three-been tofu mint chipped-beef. I buy the stuff. I come out. The car won't start. It cranks, and cranks, and cranks, and cranks. It doesn't want to start. Finally it starts. It runs on one cylinder, maybe it runs on two cylinders, it shakes and rattles, and it takes me 10 minutes to get going." Crusty who's asleep in the corner says. "You're right. Same thing happens to my car and you're right it is the ice cream."
Tom: Wooohoo. And everyone in the garage said what?
Tom and Ray: Tara Lipinsky's Tutu!
Ray: Think of the hints. First of all it's a '76 Volare. It's old. It's carburated.
Tom: The driver is old.
Ray: The driver is an old geezer. I thought of you immediately. And he's buying an unusual kind of ice cream. And I mentioned that all the hints were packed into the puzzler.
Tom: Packed in!
Ray: No when you go in to buy chocalate, you go into the freezer case and there's chocolate in a container -- you take it, you pay for it, you get into your car and drive away. Same thing with vanilla. Nobody buys mint chip beef bean tofu. Right? So of necessity, it is hand packed.
Tom: Which takes what?
Ray: Longer. Long enough for his car to vapor lock.
Tom: Exactly.
Ray: So that's why his car doesn't like that ice cream.
Tom: Because the heat that is generated from the engine.
Ray: When would you be buying ice cream? In the summer.
http://www.cartalk.com/content/puzzler
/transcripts/199714/answer.html
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OH YEAH... FIRES. Thats another one. I"m always trying to figure out how to get all the animals out of the house and not have them run into the street. I'd have to stuff them all in the car. Hopefully my husband will be conscious to help with all of this, because it would really hard to have him drapped over my shoulder, two 80 lbs dogs under each arm, and four cats in my hands.
Poor fish. I pray your water keeps you safe.
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