donaldtoo
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No way, I already booked my plane tickets.
Jennifer can sleep in the bathroom while standing up
I mean.. she has a red cup for gods sake!
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Gabe1
Ivory Tower Squabble EST 2011. WINDMILL SURVIVOR
Time for a ticker????
Eric1955
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I should probably work on that. I've never done one before.
donaldtoo
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Gabe1
Ivory Tower Squabble EST 2011. WINDMILL SURVIVOR
2 years ago when the tornadoes struck on both sides of U of I I was driving home from there. The tornado was ripping up the town to the East of me and little known to me a town over to the West. I was stuck on I 57 with no where to go...exits not for another 10 miles and even then just glass building without basements. So scary. My DD was in her dorm basement on Move-In Day. Joy Joy
Gabe1
Ivory Tower Squabble EST 2011. WINDMILL SURVIVOR
The 18 year old was so wired yesterday and she retold their experience on zero sleep in 48 hours. At first blush if I didn't know the tale she could have been wired on drugs...odd what terror does to ya.
3 out of the 4 looked better today after sleep. The Dad, he still has that blank look on his face.
donaldtoo
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That's very impressive!
Brakes can be a bit tricky. We had to take our car to 2 different mechanics before it was right. Oh, the brakes worked from the first mechanic; the problem was that the (new) brake pads squeaked and I was having a meltdown. Finally, the second mechanic (and this was even his second attempt) had to do some research to find quieter ones for our car model, and thank goodness that fixed it. It was the third set of pads in a month that finally did it. They weren't Delco--those squeaked, but they also tried another brand and those were just as bad. I can't remember the name of the pads that eventually worked, but now the (2nd) mechanic knows what to put in our car whenever the pads need replacing again. Brake pads now are made in various materials, and some are a combination of materials. It can be trial and error due to some of these newer changes, depending upon the car. There's a lot about this squeaking issue with the pads on auto chat rooms on the internet. Sounds like you have good luck, though.
Yep, AutoZone has always offered at least 3 different grades/prices for brake pads for all the vehicles we've owned.
I always get the heavy-duty ones for DWify's vehicles, 'cause she tends to dive into stops.
Myself, not so much. I start coasting reasonably far out, and come to an easy stop, so I get the least expensive ones. They last me many years.
Since I'm the one who replaces 'em, I don't wanna' hafta' do it any sooner than I need to.
Gabe1
Ivory Tower Squabble EST 2011. WINDMILL SURVIVOR
I'm a helpless girly girl so you can fix my car any time you like
Well I am you today anyhow. I am normally pretty handy just not today. I decided to change a flat on my bike, never ever have I had a bike have a flat. Cars ya. I decided to change bike brake pads too. Well tire is still flat and brakes are real messed up.
Sometimes I think I should listen to the voices that say ask for help, ask for help.
MOXOMUMD
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So when we were away for the weekend my ex came to house sit. Doing some fishing he tells me so I told him my #1 rule is (and has always been) no cleaning the fish in my house. I should have known better. 
(A few weeks ago I pulled a package out of the freezer thinking they were pork chops wrapped in butcher paper.....nope......frozen fish heads. 
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Anywho a few days after he left I started smelling this faint odor and thought it was the trash...nope. The trash can...nope. Having the kitchen windows open for a few days I couldn't smell anything until today when I closed them.
I started smelling something like rotten eggs behind my fridge. 
I'm thinking, dangit some critter got in the house and made it's final farewell back there. Pulled out the fridge, thank the man upstairs nothing was there but a bad egg smell. What the heck?
I cleaned the floor, looked through the cabinets next to it, then stopped to take a break and make dinner. Open the freezer and it smells like bad eggs! So I clean out the freezer and found nothing, then.....I decide to look in the bottom of the fridge. Stuck in the very back of a drawer was a tub of night crawlers. Hmmm, that's where we keep them and they don't smell. Wait, another tub.....of rancid chicken livers!
Made me dry heave for ten minutes! Not a happy camper! Now I have two rules, no cleaning fish AND only night crawlers in the fridge!!! Funny I kept thinking of Jack Sparrow....
(A few weeks ago I pulled a package out of the freezer thinking they were pork chops wrapped in butcher paper.....nope......frozen fish heads. )Anywho a few days after he left I started smelling this faint odor and thought it was the trash...nope. The trash can...nope. Having the kitchen windows open for a few days I couldn't smell anything until today when I closed them.
I started smelling something like rotten eggs behind my fridge. I'm thinking, dangit some critter got in the house and made it's final farewell back there. Pulled out the fridge, thank the man upstairs nothing was there but a bad egg smell. What the heck?I cleaned the floor, looked through the cabinets next to it, then stopped to take a break and make dinner. Open the freezer and it smells like bad eggs! So I clean out the freezer and found nothing, then.....I decide to look in the bottom of the fridge. Stuck in the very back of a drawer was a tub of night crawlers. Hmmm, that's where we keep them and they don't smell. Wait, another tub.....of rancid chicken livers!
Made me dry heave for ten minutes! Not a happy camper! Now I have two rules, no cleaning fish AND only night crawlers in the fridge!!! Funny I kept thinking of Jack Sparrow....
MouseDreaming
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Thanks, and a howdy right back!Howdy!
Welcome...!
Tornadoes scare the ---- out of me. I couldn't imagine driving next to one. And what a way to start the school year!
MouseDreaming
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Alright, checking out for tonight. Good night, all!
Gabe1
Ivory Tower Squabble EST 2011. WINDMILL SURVIVOR
Hahaaa...!
Belle and Ranger are collaborative nose artists...!
Walter has nose art perfected. He even stalks me as I wash the Pup Window.
There is something about trying to wipe of dried dog nose dribble off a window. A unique substance.
donaldtoo
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Hee hee . . . your school comment made me smile, because when I was in high school, girls were not allowed to take auto mechanics, only the boys. However, the boys were allowed to take cooking classes, just like the girls.
But I kid you not: for the girls, it was called home economics and cooking. For the boys, it was just called "culinary arts".
Even more boys woulda' probably taken it if they'd a' called it "Food Mechanics"...!
ETA:
Or, maybe "Culinary Engineering"...!!!
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Gabe1
Ivory Tower Squabble EST 2011. WINDMILL SURVIVOR
Yep, she spent 3 tornadoes in basements at U of I. The one in the old library I kept tracking at home. They were down there a long time.
What kind of camp is the DD at? Are they staying in the dorms?
Gabe1
Ivory Tower Squabble EST 2011. WINDMILL SURVIVOR
We have one window Walt can genuinely see out of. When we got new furniture in the livingroom we arranged it so he wouldn't loose his window, he would have been so sad. It is next to front door and is 1 1/2 foot off the floor.
He spends a lot of time guarding the neighborhood, announcing passer-byers, dogs, sometimes cars, squirrels and lord forbid he is awake at night, skunk, possums and raccoon. Nothing like being awaken in the middle of the night to a possum digging a hole looking to munch on bugs.
Gabe1
Ivory Tower Squabble EST 2011. WINDMILL SURVIVOR
That would make a great avatar!
Gabe1
Ivory Tower Squabble EST 2011. WINDMILL SURVIVOR
Limits? We don't need no stinkin' limits!
My little Hamlet is a weird little town. I've lived here 30 years and I am still a newbie to many who have had families here for generations. They tend to go from thinking we are Mayberry, which we are in many great regards, to controlling nut cases. The town knew I was out of town for 4 days without me telling anyone but my neighbors, someone else was walking Walt. Curious minds asked.
