Also: I notice how my sisters (and my nieces) who try to eat healthy and
all claim to have all these allergies, and here I still eat cereal with
milk and meat among things they don't eat and I have fewer problems than
they do!
The problem lies in the fact that pictures saved from your account,
posted to other groups or whatnot, have a numerical identifier that if
someone knows what they are looking for in the filename of the picture
they've saved, can try to infiltrate your Facebook account.
A friend showed me what to look for and I found 1 picture I had posted
to another group pop up on a blog, and it wasn't even renamed! I left a
comment for that blog entry to ask them to rename the image. I know
enough NOT to post a picture saved from Facebook somewhere else without
renaming it.
My bro in law today finally came out to see what he was going to do only
to realize he doesn't have the tool needed to bend the brake line. My
father is in town and moments ago just frustrated me by mentioning
things that just wasn't helping.
Things like driving the car and having someone else in front to help
slow the car down. I'd rather not risk this.
There's the use of a tow truck. My AAA Gold may help with that. But the
thing is if I was in the realm of just calling a mechanic to work on my
car, I wouldn't have called my brother in law in the first place who at
first seemed to think he could do the work.
As it stands now, I still don't have anyone or any plan to get the brake
line fixed. I need to be somewhere Tuesday. I don't have time to try to
get it in at the mechanic I trust.
It's a leak in the rear brakes, a brake line that supplies them. What
makes me mad is that I had those rear brakes worked on earlier this
year, and there's ANOTHER damn leak???
My dad took me around to do shopping this morning, and even though he
offered and paid for a couple things, I'm feel I'm being criticized for
one of the items I spent money I saved up for that purchase.
It's just so frustrating. I'm depressed to tears over this. DAMMIT.
Somebody, just come work on my brakes!!!!!!!
It's another brake line leak. The main line that supplies the rear
brakes. I thought I had that worked on earlier this year. Oy vay. Why
don't they powder coat the parts for brake lines? I thought they rust
proofed cars. He tells me he can buy a standard length of the tubing
used for brake lines and replace it, carefully bending it to route it
where it needs to go.
Thing is, I have other corrosing / rusting to be concerned about as
well. I say find some Rustoleum spray paint and put that on there. I
remember there being a product that treated rust spots.
I really hate sub-standard workmanship. If it were up to me, I'd have
all exposed and subject to exposure metal surfaces powder-coated or at
least a decent paint job.
Titanium. That's got to be the secret.
Griz goes to the vet tomorrow. He's so weak. It's sad. He outlived my
grandfather by about 6 years, and my mom by 1.
So anyway, my older sister at least offers to take me around to do what
I was hoping to do on Thursday. I was also hoping to see the latest
Harry Potter movie on the opening weekend, at least try to see one of
those while it's in the theaters because my mom didn't get to do that.
A stop at Big Lots spotted English Leather cologne, and I got on the
company's website to beg for them to bring back English Leather Lime.
Griz won't be taken to a vet until Monday. He's just so weak and sad
that it's sad to deal with him. I'd consider adopting an older cat just
to have an "old man" around, but I don't know if Marmalade would take to
a new cat as well as he did with Griz, or if he would do badly as Negi
did with his first impression (Negi went after Marmalade because Marm
looked like a small orange cat from outside that Negi also attacked).
Older cats don't get adopted very often from the animal shelters.
Usually they'd might do best with a no previous cats house and / or with
older people. I just feel it not right without a full complement of 3
cats around here - 1 young (Negi), one not quite as young (Marmalade),
and 1 old (Grizz). Another problem with an older cat is that its habits
are set. I don't want another cat that will pee where it likes or be
picky about food. There could be diseases I don't want mine to get.
Perhaps it's time for a female cat. I'm sure my 2 boys would LOVE that
even if they are shooting blanks.
We had 3 cats for some time back in town. Dottie was the old cat,
Tabbytha was the middle cat, and Tink was the young cat. Also all 3
being female, they got along.
Soon it will be Marmalade being the older cat over Negi, and they don't
get along. Griz and Marmalade are friends and I don't know how this will
be handled among cats. I imagine they grieve.
There is some place I need to be this week (on Tuesday) and I wouldn't
mind finding out if any place is offering cheap LCD monitors like last
year on Black Friday. You just never know. I liked being able to shop
and have it done and back before 9 AM and avoid the stores with
overwhelming crowds.
Even if I did end up buying Susan Boyle's debut CD and played it while
sobbing.
So this afternoon, I went out to the car and started it up. I hate
having to fight this car to get it started, but it took more than 3
starts to get it going. I know the fuel tank isn't venting right because
the fuel backs up in the fill thingy and pops the nozzle to off which
requires me to wait for it to flow down into the tank every 7 tenths of
a gallon or so.
Anyway, I back up and get to the end of the driveway and begin to make
my turn to go out on the road and I press the brake pedal. Only it goes
squish all the way to the floor.
I don't think that's supposed to happen.
Anger and anxiety set in as I pull it back into place, and do a few more
squish to the floor pressings and the brake fluid light comes on. Just
F-ing great.
I have some more fluid around here, left over from last year when I had
the rear brake system worked on. I didn't think to have the rest of the
brake lines inspected then, but they weren't giving me problems then.
I hope this is just some stupid brake line that's not extortion-rate
priced to replace. If it's a master cylinder or something... I would
hear an audible squish sound from outside when I pressed the brake
pedal, like how air is forced out of a bellows or some other similar air
bladder. So perhaps the fluid is squirting out of a damn faulty line.
If I had tried to go somewhere with things like this, I'd have had
almost no way to stop. I can't drive it like this.
Dammit.
