BrendaBear
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I just got the call - I have a job interview Thursday. 























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Yesssssss.I just got the call - I have a job interview Thursday.![]()
Celebration timeI just got the call - I have a job interview Thursday.![]()
Best news I have heard all month! Way to go Brenda. All the best of luck!I just got the call - I have a job interview Thursday.![]()
If you haven't read it yet, there is a very amusing book out there called "Red Shirts" by John Scalzi. It's about the "Red Shirts" figuring out they're doomed and then trying their best to stay alive. It's a good read with a lot of laughs.Kinda like being on the original USS Enterprise in a red shirt, and Capt. Kirk says to you "Hey, wanna go down to the planet?"
RUN!
Oh no. Iβm gonna pm herHe's not feeling too good![]()
U go, Brenda!Best news I have heard all month! Way to go Brenda. All the best of luck!
Way to go Brenda! Best of luck at the interview!I just got the call - I have a job interview Thursday.![]()
Omg. Thatβs fucken awesome!Okay, I had a surreal start to the morning. I popped out to the local diner for breakfast. After coffee, OJ, and eggs benedict I walk out into the rainy parking lot. I notice that the lights are still on in my trusty Jeep and I think "shit". I walk up to the jeep and press the key fob. Nothing happens. "Oh crap," I think, "I killed the battery." I'm standing next to the Jeep, in the pouring rain, opening up my key fob to use the mechanical key when I accidently hit the alert button and the alarm started chirping...somewhere behind me. Turns out it was someone else's Jeep, same make, model, year and color as mine that has left the headlights on. I mutter "Whew. Dumbass." to myself, then go back into the dinner and find the driver of the Jeep, so they don't encounter what I thought I'd encounter.
Then, I walk back outside with the driver and sure enough, their battery is dead. "No problem, I've got cables." I pull my Jeep around and then we pop the hoods. Just when I've got the hoods open and unraveling the cables I hear this strange whirring noise behind me. I look over and approaching across the rainy parking lot is a giant African-American (6'6" at least) on an electric scooter wearing a freaking cape that is fluttering out behind him in the rain and wind. It's an awesome sight.
He shoos us back into the cars, out of the rain, and handles the jump from there. Once the other Jeep has been started, I climb out to thank him and he says "Be kind to each other" and jumps on his scooter and whirrs away with his cape billowing out behind him.
Freaking super hero.
The universe was just reminding me what a strange and awesome life this is.Omg. Thatβs fucken awesome!
Love it!Okay, I had a surreal start to the morning. I popped out to the local diner for breakfast. After coffee, OJ, and eggs benedict I walk out into the rainy parking lot. I notice that the lights are still on in my trusty Jeep and I think "shit". I walk up to the jeep and press the key fob. Nothing happens. "Oh crap," I think, "I killed the battery." I'm standing next to the Jeep, in the pouring rain, opening up my key fob to use the mechanical key when I accidently hit the alert button and the alarm started chirping...somewhere behind me. Turns out it was someone else's Jeep, same make, model, year and color as mine that has left the headlights on. I mutter "Whew. Dumbass." to myself, then go back into the dinner and find the driver of the Jeep, so they don't encounter what I thought I'd encounter.
Then, I walk back outside with the driver and sure enough, their battery is dead. "No problem, I've got cables." I pull my Jeep around and then we pop the hoods. Just when I've got the hoods open and unraveling the cables I hear this strange whirring noise behind me. I look over and approaching across the rainy parking lot is a giant African-American (6'6" at least) on an electric scooter wearing a freaking cape that is fluttering out behind him in the rain and wind. It's an awesome sight.
He shoos us back into the cars, out of the rain, and handles the jump from there. Once the other Jeep has been started, I climb out to thank him and he says "Be kind to each other" and jumps on his scooter and whirrs away with his cape billowing out behind him.
Freaking super hero.
I like when the universe does that. And I like that you shared it with us.The universe was just reminding me what a strange and awesome life this is.![]()
Just so you know, if it has a manual transmission, it can still be push started (not all manual vehicles can anymore because of electronics and electric oil pumps). It takes about three guys and the driver.Okay, I had a surreal start to the morning. I popped out to the local diner for breakfast. After coffee, OJ, and eggs benedict I walk out into the rainy parking lot. I notice that the lights are still on in my trusty Jeep and I think "shit". I walk up to the jeep and press the key fob. Nothing happens. "Oh crap," I think, "I killed the battery." I'm standing next to the Jeep, in the pouring rain, opening up my key fob to use the mechanical key when I accidently hit the alert button and the alarm started chirping...somewhere behind me. Turns out it was someone else's Jeep, same make, model, year and color as mine that has left the headlights on. I mutter "Whew. Dumbass." to myself, then go back into the dinner and find the driver of the Jeep, so they don't encounter what I thought I'd encounter.
Then, I walk back outside with the driver and sure enough, their battery is dead. "No problem, I've got cables." I pull my Jeep around and then we pop the hoods. Just when I've got the hoods open and unraveling the cables I hear this strange whirring noise behind me. I look over and approaching across the rainy parking lot is a giant African-American (6'6" at least) on an electric scooter wearing a freaking cape that is fluttering out behind him in the rain and wind. It's an awesome sight.
He shoos us back into the cars, out of the rain, and handles the jump from there. Once the other Jeep has been started, I climb out to thank him and he says "Be kind to each other" and jumps on his scooter and whirrs away with his cape billowing out behind him.
Freaking super hero.
I haven't push started a vehicle in years - though "back in the day" I did it often enough. This one was an automatic (and I had the cables). I also usually have one of those booster packs, but it was in the house being charged. I love Jeeps - have them in one form or another for years. We had an old Jeep J-10 on the ranch when I was a kid. My dad had some crazy homemade McGuyver system with an extra battery welded to the bumper in a frame. If one battery died you just flipped a big old breaker type switch and could start it from the other battery. I always expected to get electrocuted when I did it LOL.Just so you know, if it has a manual transmission, it can still be push started (not all manual vehicles can anymore because of electronics and electric oil pumps). It takes about three guys and the driver.
I miss my Jeep (but I love my Taco)
Hello Cas. Beautiful pic. Youβre in my thoughts. You and your pupSnowbound in Oregon, @cascadiabound says hello. She asked me to post this. No word on her doggie.
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The first car I ever "drove" was my Grandpa's '52 Willys. Bucket seat out of a VW Superbeetle on the driver's side and a cut down kitchen chair on the passenger side.I haven't push started a vehicle in years - though "back in the day" I did it often enough. This one was an automatic (and I had the cables). I also usually have one of those booster packs, but it was in the house being charged. I love Jeeps - have them in one form or another for years. We had an old Jeep J-10 on the ranch when I was a kid. My dad had some crazy homemade McGuyver system with an extra battery welded to the bumper in a frame. If one battery died you just flipped a big old breaker type switch and could start it from the other battery. I always expected to get electrocuted when I did it LOL.
This is fantastic on soooo many levels!Okay, I had a surreal start to the morning. I popped out to the local diner for breakfast. After coffee, OJ, and eggs benedict I walk out into the rainy parking lot. I notice that the lights are still on in my trusty Jeep and I think "shit". I walk up to the jeep and press the key fob. Nothing happens. "Oh crap," I think, "I killed the battery." I'm standing next to the Jeep, in the pouring rain, opening up my key fob to use the mechanical key when I accidently hit the alert button and the alarm started chirping...somewhere behind me. Turns out it was someone else's Jeep, same make, model, year and color as mine that has left the headlights on. I mutter "Whew. Dumbass." to myself, then go back into the dinner and find the driver of the Jeep, so they don't encounter what I thought I'd encounter.
Then, I walk back outside with the driver and sure enough, their battery is dead. "No problem, I've got cables." I pull my Jeep around and then we pop the hoods. Just when I've got the hoods open and unraveling the cables I hear this strange whirring noise behind me. I look over and approaching across the rainy parking lot is a giant African-American (6'6" at least) on an electric scooter wearing a freaking cape that is fluttering out behind him in the rain and wind. It's an awesome sight.
He shoos us back into the cars, out of the rain, and handles the jump from there. Once the other Jeep has been started, I climb out to thank him and he says "Be kind to each other" and jumps on his scooter and whirrs away with his cape billowing out behind him.
Freaking super hero.
LOL - we had a similar vehicle - a 1951 Internation flat bed pick-up. The front seat (there was only one bucket) scrounged from an unknown source and bolted to the floor board. The passengers either knelt or sat on a piece of carpet. When my father passed, we ultimately decided on who got it via a drawing from a hat. All my siblings wanted it (me included) and ultimately one of sisters got it and it still runs at her and her husbands ranch.The first car I ever "drove" was my Grandpa's '52 Willys. Bucket seat out of a VW Superbeetle on the driver's side and a cut down kitchen chair on the passenger side.
Recognizing there might be a fight between me and my cousins for it after he passed, he traded it for a log splitter...
Glad you're happy!Hi...
I'm exhausted. 24h of stress, useless night, 15 00 steps today... I'm done. But happy.