While getting ready for bed we were singing the Abc song. E was tapping my face while singing. Not sure why she was but it was cute. So I got my phone to record her and she proceeded again with the song and tapped on the phone instead!
Thursday, October 9, 2008
Tuesday, September 16, 2008
"The Monster" - 1977 Ford F250
I drove A. to football practice no problem other than the normal floating back and forth in and sometimes out of the lane. I notice that people generally give me a lot of space. A. and I decided on the way over that the truck was old enough to warrant having a name. So we decided to call it “The Monster”, not very creative but definitely appropriate the way it grumbles and roars to life. I parked it at the school and walked with A. over to his team. I didn’t stay long since I wanted to get back home to make dinner. The truck started right back up and off I went.
The school is right off Murray by the Nike campus. Traffic was thick and moving slowly. So I’m singing to the music (the only thing that works well in the truck is the radio, darn good radio) and inching along with the other cars. I just cross TV Hwy and the railroad tracks, I'm not moving fast because of the traffic and the truck dies. Dead. Oh goodness.
Were the heck are the flashers! I throw it in park (and yes made sure that it was enough over too the left because you have to push the shifter as far over as possible and hold your tongue just right) and turn the key. Something happens but it does not start. Oh goodness.
Okay move shifter to neutral than back to park (all the way over and don’t forget the tongue) turn key. Something happens but it does not start. Hmmm, shoot.
Okay maybe I need to pump the gas but I don’t want to flood it so try turning the key one more time and no start. The battery seemed to be draining so pump the gas and try one more time. Nothing. Call hubby. Shoot phone battery is almost dead. Hang up with hubby to quickly to call AAA. By this time I’m near tears and talking quickly to AAA.
Someone stops and asks if I want their help to push it to the nearest driveway. Handle this truck without power no way, no how, not me! Trying not to be rude to the nice guy but phone battery is very low, he leaves and I feel guilty for not saying thank you. Set up tow truck and police to come out for traffic.
Wow less than 5 minutes and an officer is there behind me with flashers on. By this time you can imagine I’m well closer to tears than I care to admit. It’s hot, I’m thirsty and nervous. Thank goodness they had water. They called for an ETA and the tow truck was set to be there in 2 minutes. Hubby and E. show up. Get the truck hooked up and head home.
Tow truck driver does a great job manuvering the truck into the drive. The guy pulls away and Hubby gets in the truck and the damn thing roars to life. Fine the one that can start the truck can drive the truck. Just out of principle it is going to the junkyard driven by the one that started it up.
The school is right off Murray by the Nike campus. Traffic was thick and moving slowly. So I’m singing to the music (the only thing that works well in the truck is the radio, darn good radio) and inching along with the other cars. I just cross TV Hwy and the railroad tracks, I'm not moving fast because of the traffic and the truck dies. Dead. Oh goodness.
Were the heck are the flashers! I throw it in park (and yes made sure that it was enough over too the left because you have to push the shifter as far over as possible and hold your tongue just right) and turn the key. Something happens but it does not start. Oh goodness.
Okay move shifter to neutral than back to park (all the way over and don’t forget the tongue) turn key. Something happens but it does not start. Hmmm, shoot.
Okay maybe I need to pump the gas but I don’t want to flood it so try turning the key one more time and no start. The battery seemed to be draining so pump the gas and try one more time. Nothing. Call hubby. Shoot phone battery is almost dead. Hang up with hubby to quickly to call AAA. By this time I’m near tears and talking quickly to AAA.
Someone stops and asks if I want their help to push it to the nearest driveway. Handle this truck without power no way, no how, not me! Trying not to be rude to the nice guy but phone battery is very low, he leaves and I feel guilty for not saying thank you. Set up tow truck and police to come out for traffic.
Wow less than 5 minutes and an officer is there behind me with flashers on. By this time you can imagine I’m well closer to tears than I care to admit. It’s hot, I’m thirsty and nervous. Thank goodness they had water. They called for an ETA and the tow truck was set to be there in 2 minutes. Hubby and E. show up. Get the truck hooked up and head home.
Tow truck driver does a great job manuvering the truck into the drive. The guy pulls away and Hubby gets in the truck and the damn thing roars to life. Fine the one that can start the truck can drive the truck. Just out of principle it is going to the junkyard driven by the one that started it up.
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