Happy Birthday to our favorite Boo-Baby, Frank Iero!
May you have a year blessed with happiness, security, wonder, and love.
xo jen
Saturday, October 31, 2009
Saturday, October 24, 2009
Baby, Ain't NOBODY Drivin' My Car
The title alone should tell you something. O_o
Yesterday and today, I would have gladly paid a terrorist to blow up my car. Let me explain...
Last week, I had a flat at the doctor's office which the wrecker service changed. Got the donut put on. I've been driving on it for a little over a week, but I don't go out too much, and L's been kind enough to take me when I need to go. So, yesterday I had the new tire mounted and my left taillight replaced. No problems, everything's good. Drove the car for about an hour, went to the used bookstore for a couple hours, came outside...
Click.
Holy crap, to purloin a phrase. Found a guy who jumped me off, got back in the car, turned the A/C up one notch...
Car died.
Click.
New guy, got me started--again--drove down the road to pick up dinner. Was sitting in the drive-thru at Hardee's, turned to drive around to the window...
Car died.
No click.
This really nice guy who worked at Hardee's tried jumping my battery for 30 minutes in the drive-thru lane--which they shut down while I was blocking it, luckily there weren't many customers. The charge wouldn't take.
So my little car spent the night sitting in a parking space at Hardee's, where the drive-thru worker and a guy from the bar in the strip mall behind it had pushed it. We met the wrecker guy there this morning; he dragged it up on a flatbed and drove it back to PepBoys, where it had spent part of yesterday being re-shoed. Found out later: one battery cable's broken, no problem to fix it.
But.
The front brakes are gone. I have to have the pads, the fluid, and the rotors replaced.
Click.
Anyway, my four-wheeled baby is spending the weekend in the garage at PepBoys because I was too fucking tired to pick it up tonight. At least it's safe and being repaired.
All this, plus my older nephew C (the one who contracts for the DOD in Iraq) has come home to get treatment for kidney stones. That part's ok. The part that's NOT ok is that last night he thought he was having a heart attack and stayed overnight in the ER, then Observation; they did every test known to man plus some probably not yet known. Ran the dye and did the treadmill this morning. According to the doctor, C had all the symptoms, but no signs, of a heart attack. They found nothing. Said his age was a precluding factor (he's 30), and that there could be any number of reasons why this happened.
He's seriously thinking about not going back overseas. I hope he doesn't.
Oh, and then this afternoon on the way home? L drove over a curb and sliced her right front tire. Luckily we were at a gas station, and this very nice young man helped us change the spare.
I'm not even asking what else can happen.
Click.
Yesterday and today, I would have gladly paid a terrorist to blow up my car. Let me explain...
Last week, I had a flat at the doctor's office which the wrecker service changed. Got the donut put on. I've been driving on it for a little over a week, but I don't go out too much, and L's been kind enough to take me when I need to go. So, yesterday I had the new tire mounted and my left taillight replaced. No problems, everything's good. Drove the car for about an hour, went to the used bookstore for a couple hours, came outside...
Click.
Holy crap, to purloin a phrase. Found a guy who jumped me off, got back in the car, turned the A/C up one notch...
Car died.
Click.
New guy, got me started--again--drove down the road to pick up dinner. Was sitting in the drive-thru at Hardee's, turned to drive around to the window...
Car died.
No click.
This really nice guy who worked at Hardee's tried jumping my battery for 30 minutes in the drive-thru lane--which they shut down while I was blocking it, luckily there weren't many customers. The charge wouldn't take.
So my little car spent the night sitting in a parking space at Hardee's, where the drive-thru worker and a guy from the bar in the strip mall behind it had pushed it. We met the wrecker guy there this morning; he dragged it up on a flatbed and drove it back to PepBoys, where it had spent part of yesterday being re-shoed. Found out later: one battery cable's broken, no problem to fix it.
But.
The front brakes are gone. I have to have the pads, the fluid, and the rotors replaced.
Click.
Anyway, my four-wheeled baby is spending the weekend in the garage at PepBoys because I was too fucking tired to pick it up tonight. At least it's safe and being repaired.
All this, plus my older nephew C (the one who contracts for the DOD in Iraq) has come home to get treatment for kidney stones. That part's ok. The part that's NOT ok is that last night he thought he was having a heart attack and stayed overnight in the ER, then Observation; they did every test known to man plus some probably not yet known. Ran the dye and did the treadmill this morning. According to the doctor, C had all the symptoms, but no signs, of a heart attack. They found nothing. Said his age was a precluding factor (he's 30), and that there could be any number of reasons why this happened.
He's seriously thinking about not going back overseas. I hope he doesn't.
Oh, and then this afternoon on the way home? L drove over a curb and sliced her right front tire. Luckily we were at a gas station, and this very nice young man helped us change the spare.
I'm not even asking what else can happen.
Click.
Monday, October 12, 2009
I Don't Love You
For those of you who came here to watch me 'flip my shit', as someone once so eloquently put it, go home now. There will be no shit-flipping from me. Not for the likes of you, that's for sure. I took that power away from you creatures a long time ago.
For the four or five of you left, let me tell you a little something. Gather 'round, little babies, and listen closely, cause I'm not saying any of this again.
I don't know who in the universe elected you my judges, jury members, and executioners, but it was not me. I only have one of those, and He is most definitely not you. What I do, what I say, how I act, what I think, and how I live my life is nobody's business but my own. There is nothing, nothing, that I must, or will, justify to you or anyone else. And yes, that includes anything I post in a public forum, because I do not post anything I would not actually say. I've been a blunt, opinionated, honest woman longer than most of you have been alive, probably, and I intend to remain one. I don't really expect any of you to stop taking cheap shots at me; it seems to give you so much pleasure. Who am I to take that away from you?
But. Neither will I start addressing you all again. Don't try to engage me. Don't try to bait me. Don't make your snide, tacky little comments in front of me and then say I'm ignoring you. Bingo, Rhodes scholars. I surely am.
Oh, and before you start with "That wasn't me" or "I wasn't here that time" or "I never saw this place before yesterday"? In my eyes, if you go by the name "Anonymous", you have nothing but ugly words for me, you've been to the Castle once in the past two years and called me a name that once, and you've dedicated your free time to bullying me, you are one of the Nasty Anons. I don't know any of you. I don't want to know any of you. How do you think I'm supposed to differentiate between "Anonymous" and "Anonymous"?
For the ones of you who act like you're defending me, don't. For the rare anon who actually does defend me, thanks.
Don't assume SS and Mayo are ignorant, or blind. These men are extremely intelligent, and understand far more than you give them credit for. If you think you're earning points with them by acting the way you do, maybe you should think twice.
I have never done anything in my life to attract attention from anyone, and you can believe that or not. I don't care what you creatures think of me. I am who I am, I say what I say, and I do what I do. You don't like it?
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For the four or five of you left, let me tell you a little something. Gather 'round, little babies, and listen closely, cause I'm not saying any of this again.
I don't know who in the universe elected you my judges, jury members, and executioners, but it was not me. I only have one of those, and He is most definitely not you. What I do, what I say, how I act, what I think, and how I live my life is nobody's business but my own. There is nothing, nothing, that I must, or will, justify to you or anyone else. And yes, that includes anything I post in a public forum, because I do not post anything I would not actually say. I've been a blunt, opinionated, honest woman longer than most of you have been alive, probably, and I intend to remain one. I don't really expect any of you to stop taking cheap shots at me; it seems to give you so much pleasure. Who am I to take that away from you?
But. Neither will I start addressing you all again. Don't try to engage me. Don't try to bait me. Don't make your snide, tacky little comments in front of me and then say I'm ignoring you. Bingo, Rhodes scholars. I surely am.
Oh, and before you start with "That wasn't me" or "I wasn't here that time" or "I never saw this place before yesterday"? In my eyes, if you go by the name "Anonymous", you have nothing but ugly words for me, you've been to the Castle once in the past two years and called me a name that once, and you've dedicated your free time to bullying me, you are one of the Nasty Anons. I don't know any of you. I don't want to know any of you. How do you think I'm supposed to differentiate between "Anonymous" and "Anonymous"?
For the ones of you who act like you're defending me, don't. For the rare anon who actually does defend me, thanks.
Don't assume SS and Mayo are ignorant, or blind. These men are extremely intelligent, and understand far more than you give them credit for. If you think you're earning points with them by acting the way you do, maybe you should think twice.
I have never done anything in my life to attract attention from anyone, and you can believe that or not. I don't care what you creatures think of me. I am who I am, I say what I say, and I do what I do. You don't like it?
Scroll past.
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