Dinner prep the other night, Mrs in the kitchen... Me watching television (of course), all of a sudden BAM!!!!! I shout WTF, run into the kitchen... All seems 'normal'... Honey, sweetheart, what was that (if you really think that was how it went?...). Panic, confusion, where??? OK, after a wonderful dinner I let the stove (electric, 28 yrs 7 months old) cool down, and pull the stove out of its warm cuddly alcove. The door opens and closes OK BUT it just 'feels' wrong. Seems it feels 'loose'. Took the right side off, except for almost 29 years of dust all is OK. The left side.... Oh oh! The door blew a spring! Dang thing finally let go of a clipping end section of the spring at its bracket point where it added tension to its operation. For the life of US, we could not find the missing piece of metal spring steel that popped off that tempered spring. Handily, took two linemans pliers, and bent the end of the remaining spring, into a 'hook. The bracket the spring 'hooked' too, had multiple adjustable 'holes' that would both balance and adjust both sides of the door 'operation', so I 'wagged' the corrected adjustment on both sides of the doors tension (due to the shorter adjusted spring), hoping the guessed compensation resulted in its continued life struggle to provide service as designed (in its advanced age). BINGO, FIXED, before doing that 'repair', looked up that part BUT the dang stove (OR PARTS) aren't listed anymore. The search results listed multiple wrong model/parts totaling way too much $. So, stove working correctly, door working correctly, cost of buying a new(er) inferior product saved. Love DIY!


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It is a slow day in the small Mississippi Delta town of Yazoo City, and streets are deserted. Times are tough, cotton ain’t high, fish ain’t jumpin’, and everybody in debt,.....everybody living on credit. A traveling minstrel crossing the Delta drives through town, stops at the motel, and lays a $100 bill on the desk, saying he wants to inspect the rooms upstairs to pick one for the night.

As soon as he walks upstairs, the motel owner grabs the bill and runs next door to pay his debt to the butcher.
The butcher takes the $100 and runs down the street to retire his debt to the pig farmer.
The pig farmer takes the $100 and heads off to pay his bill to his supplier, the Co-op.
The guy at the Co-op takes the $100 and runs to pay his debt to the local prostitute, who has also been facing hard times and has had to offer her "services" on credit. The hooker rushes to the hotel and pays off her room bill with the hotel owner.
The hotel proprietor then places the $100 back on the counter so the traveling minstrel will not suspect anything.

And at that moment the traveler comes down the stairs, states that the rooms are not satisfactory, picks up the $100 bill and leaves.

No one produced anything.....No one earned anything... However, the whole town is now out of debt and now looks to the future with a lot more optimism.

And that, ladies and gentlemen, is how a Stimulus package works.

 

This morning the Crossfire got out of the garage for a little spin. After entering the State Park, I swerved to avoid hitting a deer, lost control and landed in a ditch, severely banging my head. Dazed and confused I crawled out of the ditch to the edge of the road when a shiny new Mustang convertible pulled up with a very beautiful woman who asked, "Are you okay?

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As I looked up, I noticed she was wearing a low-cut blouse with cleavage to die for...and caught a glimpse of heaven.

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"I'm okay I think," I replied as I pulled myself up to the side of the car to get a closer look.



She said, "Get in and I'll take you home, so I can clean and bandage that nasty scrape on your head."



"That's nice of you," I answered, "but I don't think my wife will like me doing that!"



"Oh, come now, I'm a nurse," she insisted. "I need to see if you have any more scrapes and then treat them properly."



Well, she was really pretty and very persuasive. Being sort of shaken and weak, I agreed, but repeated, "I'm sure my wife won't like this."



We arrived at her place which was just few miles away and, after a couple of cold beers and the bandaging,�I thanked her and said, "I feel a lot better,but I knowmy wife isgoing to be really upset so I'd better go now."



"Don't be silly!" she said with a smile. "Stay for a while. She won't know anything. By the way, where is she?"



"Still in the ditch, I guess"

 

Franc

I miss seeing/reading your contributions to this thread, is every thing OK?
Hope all is well....
Dennis
DTMenace

 

Ditto, hope your well! Let us know if your OK...


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I am fine fellas.
My home computer lost my password I don't remember it, So only the office machine logs on automatically.

I am in the office today meeting clients.

I've been at home mostly for the last six weeks doing honey do's whilst my son runs the manufacturing plant at half volume..
I appreciate the thoughts and apologize for my thoughtlessness..

 

I received this from a friend and thought it was funny . . .

 

 

 

Priceless!!!!! Its after 5 somewhere!


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So um......

 

Its why we can't maintain our vehicles any more. Go to the auto parts place (online or brick) and try to communicate needs with all the twisted 'new era' terminology! And then, its just too complicated trying to explain to the LGBTQ+ service manager what the tranny is not doing right and seeing that maybe you should take it somewhere else because of how offended that outdated communication effort registered on the face of everyone around you with blatant judgmental disapproval...


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GG
Was this a general observation?
Has something like this happen to you?
Did you see this or something similar to this happen?

I’m asking because I just can’t see this happening at a service centre.
Casting aspersions can be dangerous

 

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My friends keep telling me to drink less whiskey. I gotta tell you, I cannot find that brand anywhere.

 

Hahahahahahaha, no, never happened to me or anyone I know. Not 'casting' anything either, what would make you think that? It is a thought process about the JOKE that was posted, and the older terminology associated with way back working on cars/vehicles in general. Supporting the 'conundrum' about going to any store and asking about tranny fluid, get it? Anyone overhearing that can result in someone who is overly sensitive (like the younger generation) thinking something else.

Another example, hand gestures is another topic of sensitivity, different cultures react differently to say the V (peace sign), and ppl in the middle east who think it is offensive. All the countries I've been to we usually get a cultural briefing, it might surprise many the briefings we get before landing in another country/culture that things we north americans do and say that isn't accepted OR TOLERATED in another country/culture that can get you gutted or at the least involved in a diplomatic incident.... Here in various cities, language spoken can be misinterpreted as something offensive, depending where you are and what your doing.


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Ran across this today :

https://www.bing.com/videos/search?q...6FORM%3DVDVVXX

 

Who needs the secret to splitting the atom, or harnessing the power of the sun and moon...
.when you can live next to a redneck. No need for cable either.

Just rush to the door when you hear someone yell, “hold my beer and watch this “

 

“if he didn’t feel good, you gotta wonder why he didn’t tell someone.”

 

Absolutely Bat crap crazy
What else can you day