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Archive for February, 2009

Is it all in my head?

What do you do when  it looks like a bug, but quacks like a duck … and you’re the only one that hears it?

Saturday, February 7, 2009

Today I decided that I might go ahead and look into getting a new car. Mom and dad really want me to get into something with lower mileage.

Sunday, February 8, 2009

Went by the dealership … I really like that Heavenly Metallic Blue Beetle. I think I’ll put a sign on my car and just see if it will sell.

Monday, February 9, 2009

I have already had several people ask about my car. I think I’ll go by the dealership and talk to them.

Tuesday, February 10, 2009

I sold my car and bought the new one. Yippeee. I pull into the garage. Turn it off, and begin to unload my stuff. I’m now quite a bit further in debt than I was 30 minutes ago. But am feeling good. Wait … I hear a noise coming from under the hood of my car. Hmmm … the car only has 5 miles on it. Probably needs some time to break it in.

Friday, February 13, 2009

My car is still making that noise when I turn it off. I can only describe it as a “quacking” sound. I could have dad listen to it tomorrow when he’s in town, but I don’t want him to think something is already wrong with it. Then they’ll say that they knew I should have waited for them to look at it. Nope … I’ll just wait, maybe it will stop on it’s own.

Monday, February 16, 2009

Still quacking. I’ve spoken to several people about the noise. Most just laugh. I guess it’s not really common to have a quacking sound coming out of your car. Wonder if maybe a duck had babies under my hood?

Saturday, February 21, 2009

Okay, the sound is still there. This is the best way I can describe it: I turn the car off, wait about 20 seconds and then I hear, “QUACK quack, QUACK quack, QUACK quack, QUACK quack.” Eeek.

Sunday, February 22, 2009

Today I hit something in the road and I started laughing. I thought, “Great, now instead of a quacking sound, it will start to make that, ‘wah, wah, wah’ sound you hear when someone gets the wrong answer on a game show.”

Monday, February 23, 2009

I’m going to just bite the bullet and take it to the dealership. But I will not say “quacking” they will think I’m crazy. So I will just let him hear the noise and then he’ll fix it.

Me: “Yes, my car is making a noise when I turn it off.”

Him: “What kind-of noise?”

Me: “Why don’t I just let you see if you can hear it.” I turn off the car … nothing happens.

Him: “Maybe if I get in the car I can hear it.”

Me: “Well, it’s usually easiest to hear up by the hood.” He squats down in front of the hood. I start the car, turn it off … nothing happens.

Him: He is kind-of excited as he says, “I heard a “ziiiiiip” sound, is that it?”

Me: “Hmph. No, it’s actually more of a quacking sound, and it’s more than once, usually about 6 or 8 times.” (straight jacket, please)

Him: Looking at me like I’ve lost it. “Why don’t you bring it in tomorrow and leave it with us, we’ll see what we can find. For your own piece of mind it’s best to have it looked at.”

Tuesday, February 24, 2009

My car is there all day. When I go to pick it up. He looks very proud and says that they finally heard a “thfp, thfp, thfp”  (slurping soup or Silence of the Lambs) sound. “So we tightened this hose and fixed it.”

I don’t feel very confident. Had he heard what I heard he would not have just made a Hannibal Lecter sound … he would have quacked.

I pull into the garage a short-time later … and … you guessed it. The baby ducks are still living under my hood.

AAARRRGGGHHH. What are you supposed to do?!

Some of you will remember the “Oh, THAT light!” story. Here we go again …

 Thursday, February 26

I went to the dealership … hoping they would please hear the ducks. THEY DID!!! Told me the sound is completely normal with that kind of engine.

So now that I know they’re permanent … I guess I need to name them.

I high-fived a phone on your car because I’m awesome!

Give this a try …

Pick the month you were born:

January——-I kicked

February——I loved

March——–I karate chopped

April———-I high-fived

May———-I jumped on

June———-I smelled

July———–I did the Macarena with

August——–I had lunch with

September—-I danced with

October——-I sang to

November—–I yelled at

December—–I ran over

Pick the day (number) you were born:

1——-a birdbath

2——-a monster

3——-a phone

4—– –a fork

5——-a snowman

6——-a gangster

7——-my mobile phone

8——-my dog

9——-my best friends’ boyfriend

10——-my neighbor

11——-my science teacher

12——-a banana

13——-a fireman

14——-a stuffed animal

15——-a goat

16— —-a pickle

17——-your mom

18——-a spoon

19—— – a smurf

20——-a baseball bat

21——-a ninja

22——-Chuck Norris

23——-a noodle

24——-a squirrel

25——-a football player

26——-my sister

27——-my brother

28——-an iPod

29——-a surfer

30——-a homeless guy

31——-a llama

What is the last number of the year you were born:

1——— In my car

2 ——— On your car

3 ———– In a hole

4 ———– Under your bed

5 ———– Riding a Motorcycle

6 ——— sliding down a hill

7 ——— in an elevator

8———- at the dinner table

9 ——– In line at the bank

0 ——– in your bathroom

Pick the color of shirt you are wearing:

White———because I’m cool like that

Black———because that’s how I roll.

Pink———–because I’m NOT crazy.

Red———–because the voices told me to.

Blue———–because I’m sexy and I do what I want

Green———because I think I need some serious help.

Purple———because I’m AWESOME!

Gray———-because Big Bird said to and he’s my leader.

Yellow——–because someone offered me 1,000,000 dollars

Orange——–because my family thinks I’m stupid anyway.

Brown———because I can.

Other———-because I’m a Ninja!

None———-because I can’t control myself!


Now put your sentence in the comments.

Just for the record: If I could pick, I’d want to be wearing a gray shirt, and have my birthday be July 16, 1976. Then I would get to do the Macarena with a pickle while sliding down a hill, because Big Bird said to and he’s my leader. Instead I just get to high-five a phone. 😦

Did Peter just say, “Bingo!” ?

A man dies and goes to heaven.  St. Peter meets him at the Pearly Gates and says, ‘Here’s how it works.  You need 100 points to make it
into heaven.  You tell me all the good things you’ve done, and I give you a certain number of points for each item, depending on how good it
was.  When you reach 100 points, you get in.’
‘Okay,’ the man says, ‘I was married to the same woman for 50 years and never cheated on her, even in my heart.’
‘That’s wonderful,’ says St. Peter, ‘that’s worth two points!’
‘Two points?!’ he says.  ‘Well, I attended church all my life and supported its ministry with my tithe and service.’
‘Terrific!’ says St. Peter..  ‘That’s certainly worth a point.’
‘One point!?!!’ ‘I started a soup kitchen in my city and worked in a shelter for homeless veterans.’
‘Fantastic, that’s good for two more points,’ he says.
‘ Two points!?!! ‘Exasperated, the man cries.  ‘At this rate the only way I’ll get into
heaven is by the grace of God.’
Bingo !   100 points !    Come on in!’

Tag … I’m it!!!

I’m tagging myself. Isn’t that the story of my life? Playing a game all by myself and loving every minute of it. On this one, since I’m tagging myself I’m also changing the rules a little. You are invited to play as well if you’d like.

I was reading Elaine’s blog and she had been tagged. You are supposed to go into your picture folder and pick the sixth folder and then post the sixth picture. I went into my sixth folder but I’m posting six pictures … not the sixth picture … my blog, my rules, right?


This first picture is of Snack. He’s the one securely on BASE in the header photo. I love this picture because it shows his personality. We never really knew why, but we learned early on that he liked to put his nose on things. It was like it took him to his little happy place or something. When we rode in the car, if Deni started to crowd him he would put his nose against the glass. It was like he was claustrophobic and trying to remind himself that there was a whole world out there … it would be okay. (I can relate to that trapped feeling.)

He also put his nose on the dishwasher. His food was kept on the counter right above the dishwasher so that Deni wouldn’t eat it. When Snack was hungry we would find him standing still like a statue with his nose on the dishwasher. He was trying to will the food down to the floor or something. It was so cute.

He also put his nose on my hand sometimes if he wanted me to pet him.

In this picture he was frustrated because he had taken this Frisbee to everyone in the house and no one would play. He finally laid down on the floor and put his head on it … I truly believe it was his nose on it that was calming him. He looks so sad and neglected.


(We have on the same jeans …)


While in Illinois I had two step sons. The younger one had a son … so in essence I was a grandma. Sheesh. I have never wanted children of my own and didn’t even really like the idea of a grandchild. My husband and I were not the gushy grandparent type … until … he had his first birthday. We didn’t really know about Yoda (that’s what we called him) until he was turning two. So there wasn’t much of an attachment to him at first.

The first time we met him was on his birthday. We were supposed to be going to a motorcycle race on Saturday. When they drove in on Friday night we were already talking about leaving really early Saturday morning so we wouldn’t have to be around “the kid” for very long. Yoda got out of the car, walked in the house and laid down in my lap. I had never met him before, he just walked straight over to me. I began to soften a tad bit. Then when he was a little more awake they were introducing us. He called me Peach. I happened to be wearing a peach colored sweatshirt and we thought … “Our grandson is a genius.” I mean what kid knows the color peach when they’re two? But his mom said that was a character off Nemo or something. So anyway … I was Peach to him … which I liked.



Needless to say, the next morning my husband and I got up early to go to the race. Before we left town we stopped to grab something at the store. We walked in and seperated to go by our items. When I found my husband he was trying to find the smallest motorcycle helmet he could find. I shook my head and smiled … “Look at grandpa shopping for his first grandchild.” He looked up and said sarcastically, “Whatcha got there Peach?” I was holding a little Carhardt coat for Yoda that looked just like the one his dad wore. We skipped the race and went back to the house to give Yoda his gifts. How sweet, right?




We had a huge backyard and so we rode the smaller bikes around it all the time. On this particular day I had just gotten home from school and Yoda happened to be at our house. He grabbed my hand as soon as I walked in the door and said, “Come on Peach … ride.” He led me to the garage and we hopped on.




We had this little pond in the back yard. Yoda liked to throw the dog toys into it. Finally, I told him that if he did it again we would have to go inside. From then on, when he got ready to go inside, he’d throw the toy in the pond and head right into the house. Hmmph.


My favorite memory is from one day when we were babysitting him. He had been in the garage with my husband. I guess he needed to go to the bathroom so my husband sent him in to tell me. Instead of telling me, Yoda came in and started playing. Suddenly, he jumped up, needing to go to the bathroom NOW. I asked if he needed help, but he assured me that he could do it. (My inexperience with children his age, allowed me to actually believe that.) Next thing I knew … I walked into the bathroom and he’s standing on the seat, spraying all over the tank. Wow … that’s a new one. My husband made him go outside by the tree for awhile after that … I just don’t think we were cut out to be grandparents.

 If you want to play then consider yourself tagged. Like I said, the original rule was to go to your picture folder and select the sixth folder, then post the sixth picture. Modify it however you see fit. Enjoy …

Super Bawl Sunday

I am not a football fan. Super Bowl Sunday is not a day I mark on my calendar and this year it snuck up on me … I didn’t know until a few days ago that it was today.

Last night I stumbled upon a channel that I hadn’t noticed I had. It’s WE the Women’s Entertainment Network. It caught my eye because it had a lot of FBI Files and 20/20 episodes. Today they were sporting Super Bawl Sunday with movies guaranteed to bring more than just one tear to your eye. They had movies like The Way We Were, Moonlight Mile and Philadelphia. The only one I actually watched was Philadelphia. I was able to DVR the Moonlight Mile movie though so I may have to bawl tomorrow night instead of today. Nothing like extending the tears for a day or two …



So how did you spend your Super Sunday? Any good parties … anyone else choose to be a couch potato like me and just spend time napping and watching sappy movies?

I do miss the Super Bowl commercials when I don’t watch the game. What was your favorite one this year?