hissing at cats when they are misbehaveing works. it does not work on dogs.
I am very tired. stoopid cold.
Xander ,'Dirty Girls'
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hissing at cats when they are misbehaveing works. it does not work on dogs.
I am very tired. stoopid cold.
1986 VW golf
1993 VW Passat (still going)
Both bought used with over 100k on them. And both drive/drove like race cars. Love VWs.
Zenkitty, Elliot has been petted and is currently keeping my left leg warm.
{{Anne}} So sorry for your sucky electric company. I've only gone through one ice storm and we were only without power for one day. I can't imagine having to put up with it as long as you have. I hope it gets fixed ASAP and the electric company people (not the equipment) get frostbit and lose their noses. Rassenfrassen, no power power people.
I have chocolate cookies with peanutbutter chips in the oven. And they will come out of the oven just about the time "Love Actually" is over. Adore.
This actually is my father's Oldsmobile.
Ha!
I drove a '66 (or so) Thunderbird in high school, white with black interior, a boy magnet; it was my stepfather's car, and he wouldn't let me have it for real when I left for college. (Not a foolish man, he.) Then the Mazda, which I named Ahura. After that was a blue Toyota Corolla, with a moonroof. I never named it; I guess I never fell in love with it. My crazy BF killed it, and then I got the only crappy car I ever had, an old Olds. BF killed that one too. Then BF was gone and it was safe to buy a car I liked. First one I ever bought entirely on my own. I got a 1990 Chevy Cavalier station wagon, then three years old, because I fell in love with it on the lot and I knew I could fit all my worldly possessions in it, and sleep in it if necessary. I named her Nessie, because she was a big blue monster. I drove it many years, across many states and through many moves. It had almost 250,000 miles when I finally decided to sell it and buy something newer. I'd never had to fix anything but the alternator. On the strength of that, I bought another blue Cavalier, this time a sedan. I have not been as happy with this one, but it is reliable, and it's now paid for, so I imagine I'll keep it for a hundred thousand miles or so.
Anyone else ever get over 200,000 miles on a car without it needing serious repairs?
Anne -- that's just terrible. I hope your power comes back on quickly.
I named her Nessie, because she was a big blue monster.This is made of awesome.
Anyone else ever get over 200,000 miles on a car without it needing serious repairs?Wow. No. I never even got out of the 60/70K range with my Toyota before it died (right around the time they were running the ads featuring all these people with a brazillion miles on their Toyotas).
To be fair to it, I did have it forever. I bought it new in August of '91. It died this past Spring. I could have put plenty of miles on it; I've just always lived near everything.
My youngest sister-in-law had a blue Cavalier when I first met my husband. It was a good little car.
My Golf died with 198k - I didn't have the money to even figure out what was wrong, let alone fix it, or it might have gone further. Poor baby.
Still waiting and seeing on the Passat.
My car history is short.
1981 Isuzu I-Mark diesel (coupe)
1984 Mazda 626 (coupe)
Those are the only two cars ever registered in my name. The last of which I signed over to my brother almost 9 years ago. (Both my cars were of the inherited variety, and the only reason my name was on them was for insurance purposes.)
Other cars in my life have included:
1991 Honda Civic sedan (Paul's). May have driven once or twice.
1998 Honda Civic hatchback (Badtzmobile. Also Paul's, technically). Drove often.
1990 Honda Civic hatchback (Doyle. Drove rarely. Also in Paul's name.)
1998 Saturn SL1. Current car. In Paul's name.
I've never purchased a car. Ever.
Earlier, I couldn't figure out why I kept seeking out John frickin Cougar Mellencamp songs on YouTube. Now I've played Bowling for Soup's 1985 for the sixth straight time.
I think my subtext has rapidly become text.