hartzofspace
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18 Sep 2007, 12:02 am
Blessedmom, have your alternator looked at, if it refuses to hold a charge that could be it, your new battery will just go dead it that's what it is. Most car parts stores (Napa, Pep Boys, ect.ect.) will test it for free for you also. Good Luck w/ it. I'v had some crappy cars in my time also, which is how I'v aquired my little bit of mechanical knowledge. Also knew a mechanic for a racing team who taught me the basics. Good Luck w/ it. Just another testament to "Bikes Rule" 
and parts are cheaper too!! !
18 Sep 2007, 1:58 am
I'm not sure what is being said here, but this interviewer is an exact representation of me at church and funerals:
actually this from a television program, actors are doing some roles, always in funny situations,
they are quite good. (it's in dutch...)
nothing is said actually, it's an interview but the real subject is not revealed, you only understand by the voices that something serious has happened. and the reaction of the interviewer ...
just like i do in funerals chuck, or i have uncontrollable laughter, or i cry my eyes out,
no way i can act normal when there is such a tenced social atmospere. (now i learned to go to the toilet, cause crying when you hardly knew the person is really odd)
another trick is that i call an image in my head, of a fanfare playing (helps for the crying), or a cat dying (helps for the laughing)
18 Sep 2007, 4:39 am
no way i can act normal when there is such a tensed social atmosphere. (now i learned to go to the toilet, cause crying when you hardly knew the person is really odd)
another trick is that i call an image in my head, of a fanfare playing (helps for the crying), or a cat dying (helps for the laughing)
You're a good person Lemon. At least you try to behave.
If I'm "normal" you can be sure it's an act.
Unfortunately, my head is so full of funny memories, like my cousin sprawled out on the floor, when I'm supposed to behave, my mind devilishly moves from one funny thought to the next. So I try not to look at or hear anyone around me, especially no one unsuccessfully suppressing their own laughter, but then I'm tuned into that. It doesn't take long before I'm a quivering unstable laughter grenade just ready to explode.
And now I have the memory of you trying to think of dying cats in an effort to suppress your laughter. If I was at church with you and accidentally looked into your eyes and saw you thinking about those cats, lips clenched tight in a massive effort to control yourself ...well, I'd lose it right then and there.
18 Sep 2007, 4:54 am
And it isn't good!! I left at 4:50 to go get Soccerdude from his girlfriends' house. It is a 10 minute drive! Half way there, I started to lose my radio. The signal lights and speedometer were next go. By the time I parked in front of her house, I had no lights or power steering. I parked it and turned it off because I noticed a very dim battery light on in the corner of the gauge thingy. It wouldn't even turn over when I tried to restart it!!I called the husband and listened to him curse the fact that my van is a piece of crap (Ya think!) and I finally said I would just call my parents. They showed up 15 minutes later and boosted it. We made it halfway home and it needed another boost (and a push to get it out of the intersection at rush hour). Soccerdude can direct traffic! Who knew!
I got to about 4 blocks from home and it died just as I was about to enter the intersection. More pushing, more boosting, more traffic direction by Soccerdude. It just wouldn't go this time. At this point, my father is getting angry and I kept saying, let's just leave it here, I'll go get a battery and husband can come and put it in. I hadn't been told they were supposed to be at dinner at 6:00. It was 6:15 when I finally said enough, go have dinner and the husband can come get us, pick up a battery and go put it in! We got home 1 1/2 hours after I left!! And I am so mad!! ! I think I'm ordering Chinese food for dinner cause there is no way in heck I am cooking now!!
I think you told me once that you saw the movie "Little Miss Sunshine". Your van story reminded me of the van in that movie. And I got to thinking about the father in that movie, Richard, whose dream of selling a "Refuse to lose - 9 steps to success" program blew up in his face. After you've been raped for the 4th or 5th time, and you are lying on the floor dazed, and you realize that none of the Zig Ziglar platitudes are gonna help, you just have to figure out your own way through each mess. And a way to make that happen. Whether by gritting your teeth, or laughing, or crying, or by stoically slogging one foot in front of the other one at a time until you are eventually out. Thank goodness you have a sense of humor. It has carried me through when nothing else would.
http://content.foxsearchlight.com/inside/node/973
http://content.foxsearchlight.com/inside/node/978
(The van's sickly stuck horn in that movie cracked me up.
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18 Sep 2007, 7:04 am
When I was in pharmacy school I had a friend nicknamed "Buffalo" who was just as broke as I was. We bought an old used beater Volkswagon Beetle to get ourselves around in. It had no floorboards, so we put in a couple of planks to set our feet on as we drove. Needless to say, you were frozen, hot, wet, or dirty, depending on the weather. It didn't have a steering wheel - we used two vice grips for that. The rear view mirror was tied to and placed in the ashtray - you just took it out and looked into it as necessary. When we would start from a stop, we'd stick our feet down and start running - like a Flintstone mobile - just to amuse ourselves. Oh man! that car cracked me up. One day it was raining and Buffalo turned on the windshield wipers. They moved in an odd dysrhythmic un-syncopated herky-jerky fashion that cracked us up so bad we nearly wrecked. Then one of the wipers just flew off, so we had to stop and stick it back on. Buffalo would be driving along, and one of the vice grips would pop off, and we'd be frantically trying to put it back on...
Oh yeah. Babe magnet. That car was a babe magnet. 
(But having learned to drive it, well - driving a car whose steering wheel stays on is such a piece of cake now...)
18 Sep 2007, 7:50 am
Lauri, it occurs to me that you may benefit from the story of the life of Buffalo. Buffalo started off a Nashville orphan. Grew up in rough areas, dropped out of school and started using and selling drugs. Ended up in jail. When he got out, he got a job bagging groceries at Kroger's Grocery Store. That's where he met his wife. They barely made it from one paycheck to the next. His wife, who had also dropped out of school, got fed up and said "I'm going to become a lawyer." So Buffalo worked as many jobs as possible, his wife went to college, then law school, then became a lawyer. Then told Buffalo "Sayonara."
Buffalo said he spent the next year of his life lying on the floor staring at the ceiling.
But he got up and decided that he was going to become a doctor.
When I started pharmacy school, Buffalo and I were the two oldest in our class. I was 24. Buffalo was 40. He told me he opted for pharmacy school, 'cuz he wasn't sure if he had the "smarts" to be a doc. When we graduated he told me that he felt that he had sold his dream out, so he applied for and was accepted into medical school. After he became an emergency room physician, he got his pilots license. Now at age 65 Buffalo flies to different hospital ERs across the country where he just works weekends. He likes variety, so likes to work in different areas. Flies in with his funny wife every now and then to say hello.
I asked him once if medical school was any harder than pharmacy school. "Nope. Actually, it was easier. But you know Chuck, the thing I've learned is that 90% of everything I've done was "just showing up". Being willing to just show up."
If you see a small plane (flying a bit erratically at times while he tries to put the vice grip back on the steering post) landing at your ER, it's probably Buffalo.
Whatever it is you decide you want to do career-wise, just go for it. You'll do fine no matter what it is, as long as you love it. All you have to make sure of is that you show up. Walk up to the door. Let yourself in.
18 Sep 2007, 8:54 am
and parts are cheaper too!! !You're right, bikes do rule!
Thanks for the info. I had put the alternator on my to-do list for today when I got home and noticed the battery light was still on and someone else had sent me a message to tell me what they thought the problem was. I had a hunch but it's been awhile since I've worked on cars with my cousins and brother. I used to be able to do all my own small repairs and maintenance but seem to have forgotten alot of what I knew. And vehicles are starting to look very complicated these days. I had a belt go a few months ago. Way back when you could use a ladies nylon twisted tight to act as a belt. It would get you about 10 miles. Now there is one belt for everything and you have to get in, around and under numerous other things to get to it.
18 Sep 2007, 4:01 pm
chuck!! ! you'r destroying my valuable images ! !! what am i going to do next time at the funeral ?
and there are so many people going to die ...
18 Sep 2007, 4:42 pm
18 Sep 2007, 4:48 pm
Hello, Lemon! I like the design on that piece. I have some hand-painted and vintage textiles that I collect. I will never cut them. I just take them out now and then to admire.
18 Sep 2007, 5:01 pm
this one is a computer-made one, i've got many in pencil and also hand-painted silk ones and a few in cotton. some to cut, others to keep and to give away (i don't have money for presents, so that's a nice solution, most people like silk, it's soft and shiny and the colours are nice)
maybe you can make us admire yours?
18 Sep 2007, 5:08 pm
here's a little one (a textile pattern, wouldn't it be wonderful if i could do such a thing for a job) ...
http://www.wrongplanet.net/modules.php? ... 548#915548
Yes it would be wonderful!
I just hope you end up doing something that you can get lost in (where time just disappears) and makes you happy! When I saw your textile pattern I thought of Spain and Italy for some reason. And I thought of my mom. She made lots of quilts, loved to knit, and make sculptures, and carve wood and paint. She bought one painting that she loved that looked much like that pattern, with the red/white /black colors. Very nice job!! !
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