I am going to attempt to recharge my a/c system in my Saab 9-3 convertible. Now, why recharge the system when you have a convertible? Why not just lower the top?
Well. You’d have to have a functioning top. That’s another post for another day.
Armed with an R-12 to R-134a adapter, some sort of valve do-ma-jiggy, a can of freon and about 30 minutes of online research (with no pictures mind you!) I am off to try to find the low side line.
Apparently, once I find this line, I am supposed to attached this pressurized can (which, if you attach to the wrong line will blow up, the kind man at Advance Auto Zone said while encouraging me to take it to my car repair place) and, if all goes well it will magically blow cold air again.
Totally sounds like I know what I’m doing, right?
May the force be with me.
And Mom, I am going to wear my safety glasses!
Wednesday, March 31, 2010
Tuesday, March 23, 2010
Ok, I'm pissed.
Recently, I ended a long term romantic relationship. My friends have been very supportive and almost all of them reacted with anger - - directed towards the Venezuelan. Part of that reaction is that they are my friends and don’t like it when I get hurt. (They rock.) The other part was incredulity at the fact that over a year into the relationship, when backed into a corner, he explains that he doesn’t ever see himself with a family or married. Whether this is true or whether he lacked the balls to say that he didn’t see that future with me, I won’t know until I get his wedding invitation.
I thanked all of my friends for their reactions but told them not to be angry with him. There were lots of good things about the relationship and the ending was rather uneventful. After reading a blog post (by one of my favorite bloggers! Check her out here: Chez Rougie) about online dating - - she is also recently single, I am pissed.
HELLO!! WHY WERE WE DATING?? WTF?
It’s not like I struggle for things to do on the weekends, well, any day of the week. Between networking, fabulous friends and family, I have kinda a full schedule.
Now I have to start dating again and I AM PISSED.
I am pissed because I have to go out there again.
I am pissed because I have to reactivate my match dot com membership.
I am pissed because I’ll have to go to Alive After 5 and hang out with the 20 somethings and the 30+ somethings who are single 'cause they are weird, just getting divorced or old dudes.
I am pissed because I have to go out there again. (Repetition duly noted.)
Welcome to Stage 3 of the grieving process - Anger & Bargaining.
Oh, and the Tar Heels made it to the Final Four of the NIT. Do they call it a Final Four in the NIT? I mean, they were Not Invited to the Tournament.
Oh, and...I am pissed.
I thanked all of my friends for their reactions but told them not to be angry with him. There were lots of good things about the relationship and the ending was rather uneventful. After reading a blog post (by one of my favorite bloggers! Check her out here: Chez Rougie) about online dating - - she is also recently single, I am pissed.
HELLO!! WHY WERE WE DATING?? WTF?
It’s not like I struggle for things to do on the weekends, well, any day of the week. Between networking, fabulous friends and family, I have kinda a full schedule.
Now I have to start dating again and I AM PISSED.
I am pissed because I have to go out there again.
I am pissed because I have to reactivate my match dot com membership.
I am pissed because I’ll have to go to Alive After 5 and hang out with the 20 somethings and the 30+ somethings who are single 'cause they are weird, just getting divorced or old dudes.
I am pissed because I have to go out there again. (Repetition duly noted.)
Welcome to Stage 3 of the grieving process - Anger & Bargaining.
Oh, and the Tar Heels made it to the Final Four of the NIT. Do they call it a Final Four in the NIT? I mean, they were Not Invited to the Tournament.
Oh, and...I am pissed.
Monday, March 22, 2010
Stuck in the middle
Stuck in the middle between college and....where are we supposed to be?
I have somehow found myself in my 30’s and single with no prospects for marriage in site. Before today, this really bothered me. And, to be honest, it will probably bother me again. However, today, I found out that I’m not alone!
I had a fantastic lunch today with an ex-boyfriend/old friend - one of the few ex’s that has survived a breakup with me! We live in Southernville and our friends have all gotten on the train. They did the “college - great job - laid off - great job - marriage - laid off - great job - house - kids - save for retirement” thing. (Note to self: come up with a name) My friends and I are the tail end of generation-X and are on our second recession since graduation in the late 90’s.
All of our friends are building lovely lives together with their spouses. They are on their first or second child. Some friends are already on their second husbands! They have nice cars, nice homes, savings accounts, retirement accounts, investment accounts, college accounts for the kids. Somehow, we missed the train.
It was certainly not for lack of effort. He and I have both dated extensively. We’ve done the college dating, the post-college meet in a bar dating, the online dating, recycled ex’s (including each other!). We aren’t weird people. No odd growths, strange habits, we don’t smell bad, we’re decent looking. In fact, we’re on the decent side of decent looking!
We’ve done everything we were “supposed” to do, except get married. Somehow, we just haven’t managed to fit into the mold you are “supposed” to fit into. I question why - what have we done wrong?
I have somehow found myself in my 30’s and single with no prospects for marriage in site. Before today, this really bothered me. And, to be honest, it will probably bother me again. However, today, I found out that I’m not alone!
I had a fantastic lunch today with an ex-boyfriend/old friend - one of the few ex’s that has survived a breakup with me! We live in Southernville and our friends have all gotten on the train. They did the “college - great job - laid off - great job - marriage - laid off - great job - house - kids - save for retirement” thing. (Note to self: come up with a name) My friends and I are the tail end of generation-X and are on our second recession since graduation in the late 90’s.
All of our friends are building lovely lives together with their spouses. They are on their first or second child. Some friends are already on their second husbands! They have nice cars, nice homes, savings accounts, retirement accounts, investment accounts, college accounts for the kids. Somehow, we missed the train.
It was certainly not for lack of effort. He and I have both dated extensively. We’ve done the college dating, the post-college meet in a bar dating, the online dating, recycled ex’s (including each other!). We aren’t weird people. No odd growths, strange habits, we don’t smell bad, we’re decent looking. In fact, we’re on the decent side of decent looking!
We’ve done everything we were “supposed” to do, except get married. Somehow, we just haven’t managed to fit into the mold you are “supposed” to fit into. I question why - what have we done wrong?
Friday, March 19, 2010
Friday, March 12, 2010
Down Dog
Clancy just made my morning!
I have a Yoga/Pilates room set up at the house. Yes, I will admit, it does not get as much use as it should. This morning, I walked in and Clancy was doing down dog on the yoga mat!! I wish I’d had a camera.
I have a Yoga/Pilates room set up at the house. Yes, I will admit, it does not get as much use as it should. This morning, I walked in and Clancy was doing down dog on the yoga mat!! I wish I’d had a camera.
Thursday, March 11, 2010
Two Year Anniversary
2008 was a Helluva year. First, I got laid off. Then, I caught my kitchen & myself on fire. There are pictures below and they are pretty graphic, so if you have a weak stomach, skip this post!
Here are some pictures of my hand, with second degree burns, after the fire:
Day One
Day Three
Looking at these pictures makes my stomach turn. The memory of how painful the burn and healing process were still take my breath away.
As they say, time heals all wounds. This was taken March 13, 2010.
Here are some pictures of my hand, with second degree burns, after the fire:
Day Four
Looking at these pictures makes my stomach turn. The memory of how painful the burn and healing process were still take my breath away.
Suicide by Fried Rice
So, yet again, I tried to kill myself. This time I attempted death by food poisoning, not death by fire. Sorry, that’s a bad joke.
After seeing a clip from Food Inc. and The Cove during the Oscars on Sunday, I was seriously toying with being a vegetarian. I got home and decided to make vegetable fried rice a la Trader Joe’s. Now, a little back story. I SUCK at making white rice. I am a pretty darn good cook, but somehow, rice is beyond me. Tuesday, I got lucky. Followed the ex-boyfriends advice (he made fabulous rice!) and it turned out...OK... I was so proud. I had just watched America’s Test Kitchen make stir fry and (1) made sure my pan was smokin’ hot (2) sauteed onions and more mushrooms (3) stir fried the frozen veggies in batches so as not to steam them (4) cooled my rice before frying it. All was on track to be a tasty meal.
Sometime between dinner Tuesday night and waking up Wednesday morning, my digestive track staged a mutiny. Oye vey.
Later that morning, after I composed myself, I called Mom to whine. Then I posted on facebook that I was sick. I toyed with setting up an out of office email explaining that I was dying. There is something about being sick that turns me a pathetic whiney human being. I want sympathy. From anyone and everyone. There is NO WAY any one else has ever felt as badly as I do in this moment. It's not possible. (See Rougie’s lessons learned about being sick.)
So, I slept. I slept ALL day. My wonderful sister brought over seltzer tonic water (it was supposed to be seltzer), krispy kreme doughnuts (surprisingly easy on the digestive system) and McDonald's french fries. Mickey D's french fries are my magic cure all when I am sick. This may sound crazy when your stomach is upset, but I like to feed a sickness and is usually works. Note, I said "usually!" Not this time, I couldn't eat the fries...or the doughnuts. It was back to the popsicles for me!
After seeing a clip from Food Inc. and The Cove during the Oscars on Sunday, I was seriously toying with being a vegetarian. I got home and decided to make vegetable fried rice a la Trader Joe’s. Now, a little back story. I SUCK at making white rice. I am a pretty darn good cook, but somehow, rice is beyond me. Tuesday, I got lucky. Followed the ex-boyfriends advice (he made fabulous rice!) and it turned out...OK... I was so proud. I had just watched America’s Test Kitchen make stir fry and (1) made sure my pan was smokin’ hot (2) sauteed onions and more mushrooms (3) stir fried the frozen veggies in batches so as not to steam them (4) cooled my rice before frying it. All was on track to be a tasty meal.
Sometime between dinner Tuesday night and waking up Wednesday morning, my digestive track staged a mutiny. Oye vey.
Later that morning, after I composed myself, I called Mom to whine. Then I posted on facebook that I was sick. I toyed with setting up an out of office email explaining that I was dying. There is something about being sick that turns me a pathetic whiney human being. I want sympathy. From anyone and everyone. There is NO WAY any one else has ever felt as badly as I do in this moment. It's not possible. (See Rougie’s lessons learned about being sick.)
So, I slept. I slept ALL day. My wonderful sister brought over seltzer tonic water (it was supposed to be seltzer), krispy kreme doughnuts (surprisingly easy on the digestive system) and McDonald's french fries. Mickey D's french fries are my magic cure all when I am sick. This may sound crazy when your stomach is upset, but I like to feed a sickness and is usually works. Note, I said "usually!" Not this time, I couldn't eat the fries...or the doughnuts. It was back to the popsicles for me!
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