31
year old Pagan female who lives in Florida with her guy and two
cats, loves Disney, reads fanatically, tinkers in photography and
believes growing up is overrated
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There are people on
the net that have nothing better to do with their time then be nasty
to other people online. They post rude comments, spend hours a day
talking about sites they hate so much, that they well, spend hours a
day talking about them. (lame) They mock the owners and posters for
their opinions and their right to free speech. They expect everyone
to fit into their narrow-minded little world view or else they throw
a temper tantrum.
To these people I
say
grow up.
Here's a bit of
info people...the web is a HUGE place. If you don't like what I say
here, or who I am, or what I do, or talk about, or what I look like,
or the color of my hair, or whatever asinine thing you dwell on,
go somewhere else. It's really, really easy. Honest. You just
click the little "x" in the corner of your browser and *poof* the
offending, big, mean and nasty site has disappeared.
I pay for this
site. It's mine. That means I can use it for whatever the hell I
want to. Don't like it if I'm bitching about something in my life?
Oh fucking well. Go somewhere else. Think I'm stupid for expressing
my thoughts? Too fucking bad, don't read them. Somewhere along the
line, someone forgot this simple fact: Live and let live
Don't like me, cool, fine, whatever, I don't care. This
journal is NOT for you. It's for me. I'm not in it for popularity or
fame or anything stupid like that. I write it because I need to
write and express myself and get things out of my head sometimes. So
read or don't, it doesn't matter, but don't waste my time (or yours)
bitching about it.
*gets off soapbox*
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Thursday, July 03, 2008
When It Rains, It Pours Incidentally, it did that yesterday too. (Rain and pour that is.) Turns out "leak" in my car's a/c not so much a leak as a need to replace the entire compressor unit.
I got up and got ready to head to Mom's yesterday. I was heading up to meet her so we could go to the place by her that "fixed" the a/c in my car last time and drop the Buick off. I say "fixed" in quotes because they said there was a leak but couldn't find it. So they put dye in the system, recharged the 2lbs of empty freon and sent me on my way saying when it stopped working again, bring it back and they'd use the dye to track down where the leak was.
First off, it's about a thirty minute drive to Mom's. And the sky was a nasty shade of "it's about ready to pour." I made it about twenty minutes up, fingers crossed the whole way without any rain. The Buick doesn't have power windows and to wind up the passenger one means leaning as far over as I can possibly reach - not something safe to do when driving. So when I reached a traffic light ten minutes away from my Mom's and saw dark, dark clouds and lightning ahead of me, I rolled up the passenger window.
Sure enough, by the time I was getting into the turn lane to get into my Mom's neighborhood, the sky opened up. It was pouring by the time I got to her driveway. Got out, said our hellos and then got back in the cars and followed her over to the repair shop. (In a downpour, without a/c or defroster so my windshield was fogging over and her damned neighborhood floods like you wouldn't believe so I'm trying to follow her and can't see a damned thing.) Get there, explain what's going on and leave the car with the instructions to call us on Mom's cell.
Mom and I run a couple errands and then her cell rings. It's the repair shop with the fabulous verdict about the a/c. The compressor is shot. Sonofabitch! Two months ago, when I took it in, they assured me the compressor was fine. It was only a few years old because Nanny had it switched over to the new freon system in the recent past. But they said the dye looked like it "exploded" everywhere in and around the compressor. They seemed baffled that the a/c worked just fine for the past two months. I was baffled at why suddenly, it went from "there's a leak somewhere in the system we can't find" to "you need a new compressor."
*sighs*
So, I wound up driving back home in the heat - thankfully, the rains were done so I could roll the windows down - still sans air conditioning. They didn't have the part on hand that day and I wanted to call around and get some other estimates anyway.
It's an eighteen year old car. It's really not worth dumping money (that I don't have) into it. So it's highly frustrating to be told that a huge part which was supposed to be just fine, is now shot and needs replacing. And the quotes are not looking promising.
And if that weren't enough, I wind up with a sore throat. After I get home, soaked and sweaty, I change and we go out to the store to get some food. We have dinner (soup and sandwiches) and watch a couple episodes of Angel on dvd. My throat feels like it's fuzzy and coated in a film. I keep trying to clear my throat but it's just not going away. By the time Love's going to bed, my throat is no longer "thick" feeling, now it's just sore. And it's sore ALL NIGHT. I keep waking up because it hurts so bad to swallow it feels like my throat is half the size it should be. Meanwhile, poor Love who's still trying to get better from his bronchitis, is coughing all night - something he's been doing every day this week.
I wake up many times overnight and into this morning. And I just keep going back to sleep because it hurts so bad I want to sleep through it. I finally decide to get up for real around noon. It's doing a little better; still sore but not so tight. Love called his doctor's office and explained that he feels better mostly but the cough is brutal. (And it really is.) So they're calling in some more prescriptions for him. Poor guy just can't get past this. And I have no clue what prompted the sore throat from hell for me either. I almost never get a sore throat. Even when I get sick, I don't tend to get them. My voice is really broken today too and I don't sound like myself at all.
Anyway, it's just another fun couple days around the household here.
