Okay, so. We're STILL waiting on Hurricane Issac. I've gone from kind of nervous to flat-out bored. I have dubbed this Hurricane Malaise. I keep thinking about all the crap I COULD be doing around here with the two free days I have found myself with.
I keep thinking "Hey!! We could re-hang the mantle!! No, SHIT!! TWH's drills are in the storage room." I know that doesn't sound like any big deal but we piled ALL THE THINGS in front of the door to the storage room. Then we parked my Jeep in front of all THAT stuff. There is NO running out and grabbing something. At. All.
I woke up and told TWH this morning "Y'know, I didn't prepare for this for shit. I could have had the cabinets painted, the mantle re-hung, and the shelf put back up above the bench. As it stands, I'm not doing jack shit". TWH reminded me that he suggested we leave some stuff in the house but none of it was stuff I was gonna use. I need stuff for NEW projects. Not ones I've finished.
So I have Hurricane Malaise. I am wandering around the house, trying to find shit to do. I'm bored out of my skull.
I guess I can go clean the bathroom. AGAIN.
Then maybe a nap.
This waiting for a hurricane stuff is HARD!!
Showing posts with label Jeep. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Jeep. Show all posts
Wednesday, August 29, 2012
Wednesday, May 16, 2012
Hey, You Asked...
Okay, so. Today I sent T what may perhaps be the strangest text he's ever received or ever WILL receive from me. It read "May be late back from lunch. Have to go have SODA washed off my car". I actually completed this task and made it back to work before T. I'm just starting a haircut when T strolls in, phone in hand and asks "So, how did you get soda on your Jeep??"
Here's what happened:
I'm pulling out of the parking lot after having lunch with TWH. I'm pulling out & turning right onto this 4 lane street then going through an intersection to get into the left turn lane so I can pull into the shopping center where the Starcrack lives.
The far right lane finally clears. I'm pulling out when this BMW pulls this move where he's in the left lane going WAY fast, runs right up on the stopped car at the end of the line then CHANGES LANES almost slamming into Miss Scarlett (my Jeep). We both slam on our brakes, mouth obscenities at each other, then I finish pulling out and am on my merry way.
I've gone through the intersection and am sitting in the turn lane when BMW guy pulls up next to me, STOPS IN TRAFFIC, (Not stops FOR traffic. He blocked a lane.) rolls down his window and starts YELLING at me.
Douchey Fuckwad: Blah, blah, blahdey, BLAH!?!?!
Me: (Rolls down window) WHAT!?!?
DF: I said What were you THINKING!?!
Me: I can tell you what I wasn't thinking. I wasn't thinking some Colossal Fatass who'd managed to squeeze himself into his tiny Entitlement Mobile was gonna almost kill me because he's a Dickhead who decided to treat the road like it's his own personal Autobahnn!!
In retrospect, maybe I shouldn't have called him a Fatass because he got PISSED!!
DF: Fuck you you Fucking Bitch!!
(Note: This to me just proves my point as well as shows he has both a pitiful imagination AND vocabulary)
Then DF reaches his little chubby arm out of his little sports coupe and throws his soda on my car!! Since I think he was trying to throw it IN my car and just couldn't manage it, it kinda lost some of it's dramatic impact. (pun)
Me: HA!! Nice arm!! You must've been a terror in bitty ball!!
Then I turned into the shopping center and continued on to the Starcrack while he continued yelling at me then began yelling at the people he was holding up who were yelling at him.
I related all this to TWH who witnessed the near miss but not the scene that followed. His comment was "You shouldn't have rolled down the window". Because there always has to be a moral to the story.
However, the Marine that was in my chair offered a moral I like SO much better. His moral was "THAT'S why I always conceal carry".
Now I just hafta convince TWH it's a good idea for me to have a gun.
Here's what happened:
I'm pulling out of the parking lot after having lunch with TWH. I'm pulling out & turning right onto this 4 lane street then going through an intersection to get into the left turn lane so I can pull into the shopping center where the Starcrack lives.
The far right lane finally clears. I'm pulling out when this BMW pulls this move where he's in the left lane going WAY fast, runs right up on the stopped car at the end of the line then CHANGES LANES almost slamming into Miss Scarlett (my Jeep). We both slam on our brakes, mouth obscenities at each other, then I finish pulling out and am on my merry way.
I've gone through the intersection and am sitting in the turn lane when BMW guy pulls up next to me, STOPS IN TRAFFIC, (Not stops FOR traffic. He blocked a lane.) rolls down his window and starts YELLING at me.
Douchey Fuckwad: Blah, blah, blahdey, BLAH!?!?!
Me: (Rolls down window) WHAT!?!?
DF: I said What were you THINKING!?!
Me: I can tell you what I wasn't thinking. I wasn't thinking some Colossal Fatass who'd managed to squeeze himself into his tiny Entitlement Mobile was gonna almost kill me because he's a Dickhead who decided to treat the road like it's his own personal Autobahnn!!
In retrospect, maybe I shouldn't have called him a Fatass because he got PISSED!!
DF: Fuck you you Fucking Bitch!!
(Note: This to me just proves my point as well as shows he has both a pitiful imagination AND vocabulary)
Then DF reaches his little chubby arm out of his little sports coupe and throws his soda on my car!! Since I think he was trying to throw it IN my car and just couldn't manage it, it kinda lost some of it's dramatic impact. (pun)
Me: HA!! Nice arm!! You must've been a terror in bitty ball!!
Then I turned into the shopping center and continued on to the Starcrack while he continued yelling at me then began yelling at the people he was holding up who were yelling at him.
I related all this to TWH who witnessed the near miss but not the scene that followed. His comment was "You shouldn't have rolled down the window". Because there always has to be a moral to the story.
However, the Marine that was in my chair offered a moral I like SO much better. His moral was "THAT'S why I always conceal carry".
Now I just hafta convince TWH it's a good idea for me to have a gun.
Monday, October 24, 2011
This Is a Rant
Okay, so. Like the title says, this is a rant. Plain and simple. It may end up being more of a badly punctuated, run-on sentence than usual. Along with the extra usage of the word "Fuck". I'm just telling ya up front. Here we go....
Okay, so. Remember a few months ago, I tweeted and/or Facebooked about how the a/c in my Jeep (Miss Scarlett) went out and how that was REALLY a big deal because I live in South Louisiana and we're Hell Adjacent and it's hot-as-balls here starting anywhere from March to June and continuing through about Christmas?? Well, I took Miss Scarlett in to the dealership to have the a/c repaired. They kept her for nearly a week than let me ransom her out for a mere $1600. I got her home and discovered that they'd not put the dash back correctly, there were some wires preventing me from opening the glove compartment all the way and there was a strange rattling coming from under the steering column. On top of that (and this moved me to TEARS), they either lost or stole a little gold angel that my Miss Amber had found out on the playground and given me when she was about three. I have driven with it in my car ever since and considered it my lucky charm. Those bastards. Anyways, I had my windshield replaced and the glass guy was sweet enough to pop my dash back together. It probably took all of about 30 seconds. 30 seconds the dealership obviously couldn't spare. Fast forward a few months to our first cool morning. I discover my heater doesn't work. Now, while we're Hell-Adjacent, when it gets cold, it gets COLD!! I'm guessing it has something to do with the fact that it's 800% humidity all the time, every damn day. Needless to say, heater is GOOD. So, we take Miss Scarlett do a different dealership this time and give them a list of the things we'd like them to check out. We left them TWH's cell number and went on out merry way. This afternoon, TWH calls me to tell me the dealership had called with their findings. He began with "Oh my fucking GOD!!". If you know TWH, this is SO not a good sign. Than he proceeds to tell me everything the actual Jeep dealership had found. #1: The wires around the glove compartment had clips and belonged nowhere near the glove compartment. #2: There are two thingys that make the heater work. Those dickheads didn't even bother to connect one and BROKE the other one. Nice. #3: (And this is the biggie) The rattling from under my steering column was a loose (as in unplugged) wire that went to something AND THE CLAMP THAT HELD MY STEERING WHEEL TO THE STEERING COLUMN. Yep, Those lazy, incompetent, rotten fucking sons of bitches put my fucking steering column back together so poorly that the STEERING WHEEL could have COME OFF IN MY HANDS WHILE I WAS DRIVING. This pisses me off more than I can even begin to put into words. Not just the incompetence but the fact that their incompetence put my family and me in danger. Jesus God in Heaven. My Jeep is a 4 wheel drive and has a high-roll risk if I lose control for any reason. Like say, the steering column fell the fuck apart while I was whizzing down the interstate taking my daughter back to her Dad in Mississippi. Or taking TB to a soccer game. Or while TWH was using it to go get doughnuts on a Sunday morning. And now I am so horrified and pissed off that I'm fucking crying like a baby. Shit. The sad part is that other than taking Miss Scarlett to a dealership whose employees actually have a clue about what they're doing and typing this rant, it's been long enough that I can't even really go to the dealership I took my car to in the first place with my grievance and it have any merit. There will be no compensation. I will take solace in the fact that things were caught in time to prevent any injury or (God Forbid) loss of life and I will never, ever, EVER go back to that dealership again. I can do that. And I can hope that one day I'll get the opportunity to tell them all to Eat Shit And DIE. I'm not much of a grudge holder. Mainly because it looks like a lot of work and I'm basically lazy but this... THIS I can hold on to for awhile. Maybe not forever, but at least until my stomach stops hurting at the thought of what could have been. Is it possible to be pissed off and thankful at the same time?? Looks like I'm gonna find out...
Rant update. I took my car to a certified Jeep dealership this time around. They met me at my car with a clipboard and took notes about EVERY concern I had. They called TWH in a timely fashion without us having to call them at 4:30 asking questions. They fixed EVERYTHING they found and documented what they needed to repair AND what they did to fix it. They charged us a reasonable fee and had my car ready by Tuesday afternoon. Miss Scarlett is mine again and she runs beautifully. Next week, I'm going to take the paperwork from the Jeep dealership to the dealership that did the "work" before and have them pull their records. We are going to compare notes and I am going to explain to them why they will never see another penny in business from us. I may even work in "Eat Shit and DIE". We'll see. If they won't discuss things with me, then I'm going to start at the BBB and go from there. Thanks so much for your concern & suggestions. You guys ROCK!!!
Okay, so. Remember a few months ago, I tweeted and/or Facebooked about how the a/c in my Jeep (Miss Scarlett) went out and how that was REALLY a big deal because I live in South Louisiana and we're Hell Adjacent and it's hot-as-balls here starting anywhere from March to June and continuing through about Christmas?? Well, I took Miss Scarlett in to the dealership to have the a/c repaired. They kept her for nearly a week than let me ransom her out for a mere $1600. I got her home and discovered that they'd not put the dash back correctly, there were some wires preventing me from opening the glove compartment all the way and there was a strange rattling coming from under the steering column. On top of that (and this moved me to TEARS), they either lost or stole a little gold angel that my Miss Amber had found out on the playground and given me when she was about three. I have driven with it in my car ever since and considered it my lucky charm. Those bastards. Anyways, I had my windshield replaced and the glass guy was sweet enough to pop my dash back together. It probably took all of about 30 seconds. 30 seconds the dealership obviously couldn't spare. Fast forward a few months to our first cool morning. I discover my heater doesn't work. Now, while we're Hell-Adjacent, when it gets cold, it gets COLD!! I'm guessing it has something to do with the fact that it's 800% humidity all the time, every damn day. Needless to say, heater is GOOD. So, we take Miss Scarlett do a different dealership this time and give them a list of the things we'd like them to check out. We left them TWH's cell number and went on out merry way. This afternoon, TWH calls me to tell me the dealership had called with their findings. He began with "Oh my fucking GOD!!". If you know TWH, this is SO not a good sign. Than he proceeds to tell me everything the actual Jeep dealership had found. #1: The wires around the glove compartment had clips and belonged nowhere near the glove compartment. #2: There are two thingys that make the heater work. Those dickheads didn't even bother to connect one and BROKE the other one. Nice. #3: (And this is the biggie) The rattling from under my steering column was a loose (as in unplugged) wire that went to something AND THE CLAMP THAT HELD MY STEERING WHEEL TO THE STEERING COLUMN. Yep, Those lazy, incompetent, rotten fucking sons of bitches put my fucking steering column back together so poorly that the STEERING WHEEL could have COME OFF IN MY HANDS WHILE I WAS DRIVING. This pisses me off more than I can even begin to put into words. Not just the incompetence but the fact that their incompetence put my family and me in danger. Jesus God in Heaven. My Jeep is a 4 wheel drive and has a high-roll risk if I lose control for any reason. Like say, the steering column fell the fuck apart while I was whizzing down the interstate taking my daughter back to her Dad in Mississippi. Or taking TB to a soccer game. Or while TWH was using it to go get doughnuts on a Sunday morning. And now I am so horrified and pissed off that I'm fucking crying like a baby. Shit. The sad part is that other than taking Miss Scarlett to a dealership whose employees actually have a clue about what they're doing and typing this rant, it's been long enough that I can't even really go to the dealership I took my car to in the first place with my grievance and it have any merit. There will be no compensation. I will take solace in the fact that things were caught in time to prevent any injury or (God Forbid) loss of life and I will never, ever, EVER go back to that dealership again. I can do that. And I can hope that one day I'll get the opportunity to tell them all to Eat Shit And DIE. I'm not much of a grudge holder. Mainly because it looks like a lot of work and I'm basically lazy but this... THIS I can hold on to for awhile. Maybe not forever, but at least until my stomach stops hurting at the thought of what could have been. Is it possible to be pissed off and thankful at the same time?? Looks like I'm gonna find out...
Rant update. I took my car to a certified Jeep dealership this time around. They met me at my car with a clipboard and took notes about EVERY concern I had. They called TWH in a timely fashion without us having to call them at 4:30 asking questions. They fixed EVERYTHING they found and documented what they needed to repair AND what they did to fix it. They charged us a reasonable fee and had my car ready by Tuesday afternoon. Miss Scarlett is mine again and she runs beautifully. Next week, I'm going to take the paperwork from the Jeep dealership to the dealership that did the "work" before and have them pull their records. We are going to compare notes and I am going to explain to them why they will never see another penny in business from us. I may even work in "Eat Shit and DIE". We'll see. If they won't discuss things with me, then I'm going to start at the BBB and go from there. Thanks so much for your concern & suggestions. You guys ROCK!!!
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