Happy Birthday to Chase,
Happy Birthday to Chaaase,
Happy Birthday dear Chasey-MAN,
Happy Birthday to Chase!
Logic. Math. Reality.
Friday, July 21, 2006
Monday, July 17, 2006
"It's the Fuel Filter"
Odd trip to the Lake last weekend...nothing about it was the usual. First of all I went without the husband. He had to work Saturday and was going to come out and meet us on the water if he got off early enough (which he didn't). We stopped at the grocery store and came out to a flat tire on the boat trailer. Great time to find out you don't have the right size lug wrench, huh? Luckily there was an Ace Hardware in the same center so I ran over and bought a star, and G changed out the tire pretty quickly. At this point everyone was desperate to get on the water just to cool off.
We got out so late that Windsor was already closed, so we had to launch at Site 6. Since Mike wasn't there to launch the boat George did it and Stacey parked the trailer (after 4 tries, she admitted). While she was parking it we noticed the boat started running a bit rough, and getting progressivly worse. So we docked at the marina and started checkin it out.
After G couldn't get it started again, I said "It's the fuel filter", and he promptly ignored me. He called his service dept, who told us its prolly vapor lock. It wanted to started to bad, but just wasn't. At this point we are realizing we can't get the boat of the water ourselves, so we're kinda screwed. They had him try some different stuff, and nothing worked. Again, I say "It's the fuel filter." G acknowledges my statement this time, but says "Dude, I don't even know if this HAS a fuel filter". An hour and a half into it, we decide to call Tow Assist, who will come walk the boat off the lake for a mere $175 per hour. Immediately after hanging up with them George finds the boats fuel filter. "Here's your fuel filter, Mandy"... and pulls it off..."clean as a whistle, hah". While putting it back on he realizes how loose the fitting was before. I think everyone leaned forward with anticipation as he finshed securing it and went to try the motor. VrrrrOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMM. Yeah, it started just fine. It was the fuel filter.
I got my props, everyone cracked a beer to celebrate, and we were off. George called the service dept to let them know we were OK, but gave me NO credit (typical man).
The water was more awesome than ever after that no-go threat. Later we headed over to Sandbar and met some really cool new people. It got late and we tried to all go to dinner together but hit ANOTHER crazy monsoon (the second we've hit this year there) that thankfully didn't last too long, and just went to the Channel to chill instead. Hopefully we'll meet up with them again - they were great. We ended up dancing on the boat until 10pm. I might add a line about them in the "It's the fuel filter" verse of my famous/infamous Havasu-song.
We got out so late that Windsor was already closed, so we had to launch at Site 6. Since Mike wasn't there to launch the boat George did it and Stacey parked the trailer (after 4 tries, she admitted). While she was parking it we noticed the boat started running a bit rough, and getting progressivly worse. So we docked at the marina and started checkin it out.
After G couldn't get it started again, I said "It's the fuel filter", and he promptly ignored me. He called his service dept, who told us its prolly vapor lock. It wanted to started to bad, but just wasn't. At this point we are realizing we can't get the boat of the water ourselves, so we're kinda screwed. They had him try some different stuff, and nothing worked. Again, I say "It's the fuel filter." G acknowledges my statement this time, but says "Dude, I don't even know if this HAS a fuel filter". An hour and a half into it, we decide to call Tow Assist, who will come walk the boat off the lake for a mere $175 per hour. Immediately after hanging up with them George finds the boats fuel filter. "Here's your fuel filter, Mandy"... and pulls it off..."clean as a whistle, hah". While putting it back on he realizes how loose the fitting was before. I think everyone leaned forward with anticipation as he finshed securing it and went to try the motor. VrrrrOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMM. Yeah, it started just fine. It was the fuel filter.
I got my props, everyone cracked a beer to celebrate, and we were off. George called the service dept to let them know we were OK, but gave me NO credit (typical man).
The water was more awesome than ever after that no-go threat. Later we headed over to Sandbar and met some really cool new people. It got late and we tried to all go to dinner together but hit ANOTHER crazy monsoon (the second we've hit this year there) that thankfully didn't last too long, and just went to the Channel to chill instead. Hopefully we'll meet up with them again - they were great. We ended up dancing on the boat until 10pm. I might add a line about them in the "It's the fuel filter" verse of my famous/infamous Havasu-song.
Thursday, July 13, 2006
Mid-life Crisis?
I think I'm having a mid-life crisis. Jesus-God, I'm only 30. I decided I might be having one while I was talking to Noah about the nose ring I just bought myself. I pierced my nose when I was 16 (cuz I was bad-ass...LMAO). Although it's the norm now, back then I'm pretty sure I was the only Junior with 2 tattoos and a nose ring. Anyway, I haven't worn it since I was like 18-19. Lately I keep seeing chicks with diamond studs in their nose and I think its cute. Maybe I'm just looking for another place on my body to put a diamond, but after a few months of mental-debating about it, I bought it. It just arrived today. Haven't told the husband. He'll hate it, ha! He'll see it in about an hour when we go pick up his new truck at the dealer. That should be amusing. My dad just saw it and said my son is rubbing off on me. Seee it IS an age-crisis thing!
Tuesday, July 11, 2006
Question
Question: Why do we refer to shorts or pants as a "pair" when it is just one garment? We don't refer to sweaters as a pair of sleeves???
Monday, July 10, 2006
Cunning Sock Integer
OK people I just received proof of my ESP. Saturday afternoon while I was doing all kinds of little decor things around my house suddenly a work-related issue popped into my head. I remembered many, many months ago I filed a claim in the Visa/Mastermoney class action suit, and we were awaiting a check. It's a small check so it's not even something I've been concerned about or following.
I don't know if my dad is waiting for something from Ed McMahon or he just has no life, but he's a freak and comes to the office every weekend to check the mail. Today when I got to work I found out the check from the settlement came on Saturday. The same day it popped into my head! I just looked up when I filed our claim, and it was September of 2005. That's 10 months ago people. I don't think I've thought about this issue since filing that claim. That's some spooky ass shit. Not really, but its a weird feeling. Normally my ESP is reserved for knowing what little scandelous things our teens are doing away from home or ensuring my sister in law and my outfits coordinate ALWAYS. No, not on purpose, (gawd no) but it never fails - we always do.
I don't know if my dad is waiting for something from Ed McMahon or he just has no life, but he's a freak and comes to the office every weekend to check the mail. Today when I got to work I found out the check from the settlement came on Saturday. The same day it popped into my head! I just looked up when I filed our claim, and it was September of 2005. That's 10 months ago people. I don't think I've thought about this issue since filing that claim. That's some spooky ass shit. Not really, but its a weird feeling. Normally my ESP is reserved for knowing what little scandelous things our teens are doing away from home or ensuring my sister in law and my outfits coordinate ALWAYS. No, not on purpose, (gawd no) but it never fails - we always do.
Friday, July 7, 2006
Miss No Booty
It's 3:03 pm. I've had 3.5 hours sleep in the last 33 hours. Whoa spooky...that's a lot of 3's! I didn't really even get to go to bed last night really, it was more like a nap. The husband's car is in the shop so I had to take him to work at the ungodly hour of 5am. It was frickin dark (I wore sunglasses anyway - cuz I'm Corey Hart). Driving woke me up too much to fall back asleep, so I stayed up. I could have come to work hella early and already been outta here, but I just screwed around the house instead and came in at 10. I think it was about 10:02 when I realized how tired I really was, and started looking around the office (to no avail) for toothpicks to prop up the ol' eyelids with. So of course "Murphy" shows up if ya know what I mean. I had to review our Profit and Loss statements for errors before the final printing. Teeny, tiny, black numerals over and over and over. Pretty much the most tedious eye-straining activity one can do for 4 hours solid before going numb. Then random sleep-deprived thoughts started popping up in my head. I want a table saw for Christmas. Chase's room smells. That man at the bank yesterday complimented my camo-skirt. I still want to touch that snake we saw at the Havasu house. What happened to Balki & Cha Cha? Hrmph. Well, despite my low battery - I predict I still won't go to bed earlier than 1am. At that point I'll have had 3.5 hrs sleep in the last 43 hours. Freak.
Wednesday, July 5, 2006
Subscribe to:
Comments (Atom)