Our bucking bronco is no longer with us. Please, try to understand when you see us jumping for joy and popping open the champagne bottles. It was all for the best.
Will we miss the great times we had 'galloping' along University Avenue? Of course.....we won't.
We finally got the right part for my car (that cost the price of gold! sheesh!) and took it with us to my parents so Mr. Car Whiz (Dad) could help Trent with the installation process. Thirty minutes and a "home-modified-allen-wrench" down and my car runs better than new!
Ahhhhh, once again I can feel the wind whip against my face as I gas it to get ahead of everyone when the light turns green. That beautiful rev of my engine...oh, how I have missed you!
On a side note: what a superbowl game!
I must say, I was rooting for the Colts to win, because I think Peyton Manning is, well, the Man! But I was excited that the Saints won their first ever superbowl! How exciting for them!
Anyways, apart from that there were some GREAT commercials!
My top three:
3. Denny's Screaming Chicken (the Birthday Wish): The first two 'screaming chicken' commercials did make me chuckle somewhat, but they were just a little stupid. However they did a great job of working up to this suprise attack! You never expect it and up it pops! So Monty Python-esque! I laughed 'til I cried.
2. Keep your hand off my Mama & keep your hand off my Doritos: How could anyone not laugh out loud to this little guy slapping his moms new boyfriend and giving him the what-for! Cute & hilarious!
1. By far the commercial that had me laughing 'til... well still today! The Doritos Commercials - I stole them from Tim's Locker: that screaming man in a full ninja-warrior Dorito suit throwing Dorito death stars was the funniest thing ever!
If you didn't see any of these, I definantly suggest that you go to youtube.com and check them out!
Monday, February 8, 2010
Wednesday, February 3, 2010
My-y-y-y apologies....
Apparently my life has become the muddled, mess of everything in the world aside from the act of blogging (okay not everything... don't go getting all worried ;))
We're always busy with things here and there; things aside from school and work, that is.
Our latest "project" has been my car :-\
"Mura-o" is it's name-o (because when we bought it... a Nissan Murano... the 'N' from the name decal on the back was missing. We have since replaced it of course but "Mura-o" will forever stick). [sings 'm' 'u' 'r-a-o', 'm' 'u' 'r-a-o'...] ahem... my apologies... breaking out in song is kind of my thing...
Anyways, back on topic. One day as I left my house to travel to work my car started doing this jumpy/jerky/hoppy thing. Mur (for short) had decided to play bucking bronco for the day is what it felt like. We went to my Dad, the Car Wizard, with questions in need of answers. I didn't want to 'hop' into a car while driving along 289 if ya-know-what-I-mean. Wizard/Dad told us it could be two things: Fuel Filter or Throttle Position Sensor.
We decided it was the filter and Trent went searching all over places online to find one. Come to find out you cannot buy just a fuel filter for a Nissan; you must buy the whole fuel pump.
Of course, of course... Why on earth would I go and think something might be easy for once? [mumbles incoherent threats to Nissan]
So we got one ordered and Trent set out Saturday morning to fix it.
This is where the 'fun' begins... aren't we all happy and playful? Fun. Fun. Fun. hmphhh!!!
Well Saturday morning as I danced around the living room to my dance, workout video (yes I have a dance workout video... don't you judge me) Trent comes walking in from the garage telling me he can't fix it...without a lift.
So off to Spur we galloped (because my car's a bucking bronco) to use the trusty car lift at the co-op there.
I, of course, stayed at the Day house playing games with my "clique" (bahahaha! that's an insider) while Trent and my Father-in-law worked on the car.
Hours pass by.
So many hours.
Finally they come home, and I can tell by the look in my poor hubby's face that it didn't go as planned.
Needless to say my car still hip-hops around town while we search everywhere possible for that other stupid part.... AAAARRRRRRGGGGGGG!!!!!! I'm not hostile at all about this, I swear.
[mumbles more angry threats]
Well I'll put this story on the shelf and let hubby have the computer back so he can keep searching for car parts.
:)
We're always busy with things here and there; things aside from school and work, that is.
Our latest "project" has been my car :-\
"Mura-o" is it's name-o (because when we bought it... a Nissan Murano... the 'N' from the name decal on the back was missing. We have since replaced it of course but "Mura-o" will forever stick). [sings 'm' 'u' 'r-a-o', 'm' 'u' 'r-a-o'...] ahem... my apologies... breaking out in song is kind of my thing...
Anyways, back on topic. One day as I left my house to travel to work my car started doing this jumpy/jerky/hoppy thing. Mur (for short) had decided to play bucking bronco for the day is what it felt like. We went to my Dad, the Car Wizard, with questions in need of answers. I didn't want to 'hop' into a car while driving along 289 if ya-know-what-I-mean. Wizard/Dad told us it could be two things: Fuel Filter or Throttle Position Sensor.
We decided it was the filter and Trent went searching all over places online to find one. Come to find out you cannot buy just a fuel filter for a Nissan; you must buy the whole fuel pump.
Of course, of course... Why on earth would I go and think something might be easy for once? [mumbles incoherent threats to Nissan]
So we got one ordered and Trent set out Saturday morning to fix it.
This is where the 'fun' begins... aren't we all happy and playful? Fun. Fun. Fun. hmphhh!!!
Well Saturday morning as I danced around the living room to my dance, workout video (yes I have a dance workout video... don't you judge me) Trent comes walking in from the garage telling me he can't fix it...without a lift.
So off to Spur we galloped (because my car's a bucking bronco) to use the trusty car lift at the co-op there.
I, of course, stayed at the Day house playing games with my "clique" (bahahaha! that's an insider) while Trent and my Father-in-law worked on the car.
Hours pass by.
So many hours.
Finally they come home, and I can tell by the look in my poor hubby's face that it didn't go as planned.
Needless to say my car still hip-hops around town while we search everywhere possible for that other stupid part.... AAAARRRRRRGGGGGGG!!!!!! I'm not hostile at all about this, I swear.
[mumbles more angry threats]
Well I'll put this story on the shelf and let hubby have the computer back so he can keep searching for car parts.
:)
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