big red truck

Dis, Dat, and the other thing.

I guess this is another catch up post. Lots going on that  I thought about writing about but never got around to doing so.

First I am getting over a UTI.  Many of us know all about that subject – so enough said . …  Webster @ halt stop forget relax has a great post up today that covers the B and B problems much better than I ever could  that you should all head over and read.

I am still mulling the subject of blogging and social networks around in my mind.  I have solved my RSS reader issues with a temporary solution. I made a new folder and put the blogs I consider my fav’s into it. The rest are still in the reader but in a different folder that I can ignore when I am mentally not up to reading them.   I suppose we all have those blogs in our readers? The ones where we just can not delete them but no longer enjoy reading them? I imagine mine is hanging around in a few of them too.   I have finally hit the point where I no longer give a rats arse if my posts are grammatically correct or timely.  I am not sure if they ever were anyway. Muffie @Kaleidoscope Muff has a thoughtful post that ties into some of my thoughts.  And yes, it much better written than I can pull off anymore.

Before I wander off to another train of thought … oops I lost my thoughts there . … you might have noticed my use of links to other blogs so far in this post. Why? Well a long long time ago it was considered a big deal to link to someone else s blog. Back when links provided “juice” to a blogs ranking.  Now we have all the social networks and cross posting that many do that covers most of that business.  So,  consider this: it is a compliment when I do so and I really wanted to share someones post with those of you who read this blog still and might have missed their post.

I have another Big Red Truck story for you all.  We once again (that is the royal we BTW)  played the role of crash test dummy for Billy and headed for the VA in San Francisco.  The trip to SF was uneventful. It was the trip back that got interesting.  The Yolo causeway during rush hour is the areas whatever you do _DO NOT BREAK DOWN- spot.   As we were about half way across we heard a strange noise, the truck started moving funny, and then the smell of burning rubber. OH NO!  Must be a flat? Billy got over into the right hand emergency strip that was not wide enough for the truck to be completely out of the traffic lane and started to try and figure out how to get out and look and see what the problem was. Non of the tires was flat. This is not a good thing.

I told him you better limp off to the next ramp or the police will be here and they will tow you ASAP. He sort of rolled his eyes like give me a break. Well . … he finally got out and started to take a look and  a highway patrol car pulled up behind us.  I admit at this point I was torn. Bad because if he did not get moving off the roadway I knew a tow would be called and good because the patrol car had all those nice lights on making the situation much more safe. Before the officer finished running the plates Billy had tossed something into the back of the truck, waved the we are oK to the patrolman, and got back into the truck and started to drive off.  Turns out the big red truck’s leaf spring had come apart and one of the pieces twisted into the tire. AUGH!! Strange ride home after that as my mind was still stuck on this is scary part. We got home safe and he did whatever mechanics do to the truck . …

Next item. Annie dog slammed the dang front door on my hand – ouch – so glad for numb appendages right now because looking at it I can tell you I bet it really hurts more than it does!  Mr Catfish celebrated his 9th birthday yesterday. Because his diet is restricted now I compromised and mixed in some mashed potato’s into his super.  He was convinced he was king!  Spent most of yesterday after class reading and playing with him on the bed. Not that that is unusual but I did play more with him and read less. 🙂 He now has exceeded the vets estimates of retaining his health so it was especially a good day.  Other than the door thing.

Well covered most of what I intended to cover I think.

Big Red Truck

An old joke:

A woman called 911 and told the dispatcher she needed the fired department to come because there was a fire. The dispatcher asked her where the fire was at and she said in my kitchen.  Ok what is the location of the fire? The lady says I told you! In my kitchen. The dispatcher says: yes but we need the location where the fire is at. The lady screams  I told you it is in my kitchen in my house. The dispatcher then says: Ok, lady calm down, How do we get there?? The lady says: DUH in the big red truck.

We have a 311 number here that you call and an operator directs your call to the right department. Police, fire, code enforcement, water, power, etc. . All the over flowing water calls to 311 have probably gotten us listed on their pest list LOL. So I am reluctant to place another call.

The juvenile delinquents were out hanging around the carport this afternoon. All I overheard was boom, bang, that would be righteous . … when KRP came home she asked me if I had seen the next door neighbors car. No why. Well she has a big rag or something stuffed into the gas tube. Ugh? Say what? I go out and look and sure enough the car looks like it is a giant Molotov cocktail. Yikes that might be what the punk kids were talking about.

Now what do I do. I mean how can one sleep knowing that the kids were by the car laughing and saying boom, bang and how great it was going to be and well the car is rigged to go up in a blaze of glory. I could park our vehicles out in the street but if the kids did light it and it did go off well . …

I sure am not calling 311 again. The gal is totally p’d at me because I asked her to get the laundry off our fence and she is totally paranoid. I tried one non emergency number and the dispatcher thought it was definitely dangerous but was not sure what to do or who to call other than to try the non emergency PD # -after waiting on hold for 20 mins I decided they were obviously having a busy night so I hung up.

Well, I swear I never ever thought I would do something like this but we drove to the fire department. Explained the problem and why we did not wish to call 311 again LOL. The Captain knew our complex well and the kind of kids that hang around in here. Believe it our not – he told us to head out and he would be over to check it out soon. He then called in and as we were leaving we overheard him placing the call as an unsafe hazzard reported by a walk in. Gosh we got home parked went into the house expecting the fire Captains SUV to roll in soon and we sure did not want to be out there when it did.

OK NOT    they sent the BIG RED TRUCK!!!

The rag is no longer in her gas tank inlet.