Sold the old Volvo yesterday for a whopping $750! Whoo-hoo!
Some guy was suppose to come and get it weeks ago and we could barely squeeze $650 out of him. After promising several times he was coming to get it, I gave up. I posted it on Craigslist Mpls for $900/o.b.o. and then later on Craigslist St. Cloud. After a few inquiries and some more promises to come up to see it- some woman from Annandale came over yesterday and offered $750 cash and she'd take it away at 3pm. SOLD!
Ah, now we are not the TT of our neighborhood anymore and another Clampettmoilbe has left the premises. Oh wait, our house looks pretty crappy still, so maybe we still are the TT of the neighborhood. Well, it's good to aspire to be "something", right?
Friday, May 16, 2008
Friday, May 9, 2008
Evil TV?
Well, I haven't updated for a while. Let's see?
What's up with evil TV? It's not evil like you may be thinking ...let me tell you a story.
Sometimes, when we are desperate or think we are desperate, we do not always make brilliant decisions. I find that I often drag my feet on things. I'm not one to change my mind, my hobby or surroundings often. I would categorize myself as stable, predictable. And maybe the following story isn't out of desperation so much, but lack of planning. That I'll admit to not planning or procrastination-this much is true. So, I was telling my beloved father my woes about TV's dying and going on the fritz all to often these days. Says I, "I wish they made them like they used to. Give me a good old Zenith or Curtis Mathis". My father says that they have had issues of late with their TV as well. We received a call from Dad a few days later about a "free" TV ad he saw in the paper. I called, checked it out. It's big, but free and figure it would work. And, perhaps I could send it to Mom and Dad if Chris nixed the idea. Chris borrowed the 2-wheeler from work to get it out of her apartment. It's a console- not a huge, ginormous console, but in a cabinet and heavy. Off we go, with the back end somewhat not secure, only "slightly open". Only 8 blocks or so to our house- no biggie, right? Chris was still quite miffed with me about agreeing to pick this thing up. Did it fall out of the back of our soon to be sold Volvo wagon? Smash into a thousand pieces on University Drive? Read on.
So, gingerly I made each stop sign so that it wouldn't take on some back-sliding motion out the cargo area. I made it home, but what happened next took me by surprise. While deciding how this TV would make it in the house we came to the conclusion that we should try to just take it on to Mom and Dad's. Chris pushed it in a little further as having the hatch "slightly open" would not do going to down interstate 94. Tough as he is, it was a very tight fit and he could barely push it in further. But, he did clear the latch on the cargo floor. I closed the hatch door (which needs to be held up or it slams down). So, can you imagine what happened next? Yes, I didn't really get a chance to close the hatch, it more or less goes down on it's own momentum. The top of the TV actually didn't have the clearance needed- the damn back window smashed out! No problem if one has comprehensive insurance- but on a 14 year old car with 226,000 miles? Not likely. So, basically my free TV cost me my car!
I called my Dad and he chuckled (not to be mean)- he told Mom as he handed her the phone to be really nice to me and not give me a hard time (like that would ever happen) because I was having a really, really bad day.
Still waiting on a guy to pick it up for "parts" or to fix-
Bubble's nephew, though he has been under the tutelage of Ricky
What's up with evil TV? It's not evil like you may be thinking ...let me tell you a story.
Sometimes, when we are desperate or think we are desperate, we do not always make brilliant decisions. I find that I often drag my feet on things. I'm not one to change my mind, my hobby or surroundings often. I would categorize myself as stable, predictable. And maybe the following story isn't out of desperation so much, but lack of planning. That I'll admit to not planning or procrastination-this much is true. So, I was telling my beloved father my woes about TV's dying and going on the fritz all to often these days. Says I, "I wish they made them like they used to. Give me a good old Zenith or Curtis Mathis". My father says that they have had issues of late with their TV as well. We received a call from Dad a few days later about a "free" TV ad he saw in the paper. I called, checked it out. It's big, but free and figure it would work. And, perhaps I could send it to Mom and Dad if Chris nixed the idea. Chris borrowed the 2-wheeler from work to get it out of her apartment. It's a console- not a huge, ginormous console, but in a cabinet and heavy. Off we go, with the back end somewhat not secure, only "slightly open". Only 8 blocks or so to our house- no biggie, right? Chris was still quite miffed with me about agreeing to pick this thing up. Did it fall out of the back of our soon to be sold Volvo wagon? Smash into a thousand pieces on University Drive? Read on.
So, gingerly I made each stop sign so that it wouldn't take on some back-sliding motion out the cargo area. I made it home, but what happened next took me by surprise. While deciding how this TV would make it in the house we came to the conclusion that we should try to just take it on to Mom and Dad's. Chris pushed it in a little further as having the hatch "slightly open" would not do going to down interstate 94. Tough as he is, it was a very tight fit and he could barely push it in further. But, he did clear the latch on the cargo floor. I closed the hatch door (which needs to be held up or it slams down). So, can you imagine what happened next? Yes, I didn't really get a chance to close the hatch, it more or less goes down on it's own momentum. The top of the TV actually didn't have the clearance needed- the damn back window smashed out! No problem if one has comprehensive insurance- but on a 14 year old car with 226,000 miles? Not likely. So, basically my free TV cost me my car!
I called my Dad and he chuckled (not to be mean)- he told Mom as he handed her the phone to be really nice to me and not give me a hard time (like that would ever happen) because I was having a really, really bad day.
Still waiting on a guy to pick it up for "parts" or to fix-
Bubble's nephew, though he has been under the tutelage of Ricky
- all that's missing is the hockey stick to clear the trash off the car and maybe toaster oven to cook some chicken fingers. You can help this young man come into his own and donate these items- God knows Ricky can't spare anymore of his goodies on this urchin!
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