Mostly you feel sadness and pain. Especially when you can't get the snowblower to run right, if you have a snowblower and not a 1994 Honda 300 atv with a snow blade.
Getting the F' Outta Dodge.
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I was looking at a Geo Tracker with a blade on it the other day. It had bad fuel pump wiring. Dude clearly didn't want to sell it despite not needing it with his snow removal contracted out.
Agreed, however it is a touch too rich for what it is:
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Maybe I will convert my JD D140 to a snowblower? I dunno. I'd rather just pay someone to be honest. It worked well in Ontario.
I think the Arctic-@ss cold killed my old CTEK charger last night - it was making some sad noises when I found it. Thus the Colorado no cranky. Had to jump it with the TBSS... hopefully we'll have a fresh battery for it today.
I just have so many other things I need/want to be doing.
I just have so many other things I need/want to be doing.
Know, what's scariest? Encountering her 40 years from and discovering what age and gravity hath wrought.
Nick
Nick
seems like all you been doing since you moved is spending money!
-new license plates, passing inspection, new electrical wiring in the garage, hanging welding curtains, new car batteries.....
pay the man!
The struggle is real... real fuggin' expensive... real friggin' cold...
I spent numerous hours today unf*ckerating the fridge freezer which was cloggederated with ice, dust bunnies, and the smegma of a decade gone by (it's still under my finger nails). Damn thing was frozen cocksolid behind the back panel and right down to the electronicals being encased in a block of ice... it wasn't just a plugged drain. I guess the one benefit of being married with female childrens is having a heavy duty hair dryer handy for moments just like this. Sigh.
After that was done with I got to figuring out how to make the high-tech Amazon home invasion thermostat work. Only been living here for two months of it being 7 years, 3 months, and 4 hours out of sync with reality. The previous owners clearly gave up on it shortly after installing it. After downloading the app on my pocket computer, resetting everything, connecting it to my WiFi (why is that a requirement to heat and cool your home?), and renaming it Juan Julio (because reasons) I got to tuning the system. The priorities were getting it to "dehumidify in winter" (it was an setting that the previous owners never thought to use?) and installing the remote sensor in the girls' room because it seems to be consistently cooler than the rest of the main floor by a few degrees (7 blankets each only gets them so warm when they kick them off in the middle of the night).
Thankfully Natasha is all twitterpated with today's display of handymanliness.
I "have" to go to a kid's birthday party tomorrow... so still no Mike time. And I have a battery to change after it finishes charging (credit to the Mrs. for remembering to get the newest battery on the shelf (she really does listen to me)). Vacation my @ss.
The struggle is real... real fuggin' expensive... real friggin' cold...
I spent numerous hours today unf*ckerating, cloggederated, cocksolid
I've never heard those technical terms before. I'm more familiar with f*ck-tons and butt-loads. Of course, the number of butt-loads per f*ck-ton seems to be a variable ratio depending on wtf is going on at the time
