I bought a ford focus. It must be the luck of the draw. We have a 2001 ford focus and the transmission is perfect. It has 128,000 miles on it.
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I was going to ask the same thing, one of my Ford trucks has almost 250,000 miles on it....I haven't done anything to it except tune ups oil changes new tires and a few batteries and windshields.....
Must have got one made on a Friday, late in the afternoon.......
ahhh... I have known people who have this kind of response to common house spiders - those that rarely bite anyone, but if they do, don't even leave a mark, but a few get large swellings and itching -- something different about their immune systems. Best to just keep the kid clear of all arachnids.
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Ford is stated to stop production of some cars and stick with SuVs and Mustang.
Here is a read about it.
https://techcrunch.com/2018/04/27/heres-when-ford-will-stop-making-most-of-its-cars/
WEe must have different kind of spiders here, I get bit all the time and get a big blister that stays raw for days, we have big spiders in this old house of ours, some big enough to throw a saddle on
G;Night Sandi see you tomorrow my friend
I guess so, Jimi....lots of "Forkin".......Nope you have to chase them down
Never had a blister from a spider bite. And last time I saw a spider that big (except tarantulas in AZ) was in a cellar in England. Lannie killed a hug black widow on our dog porch (near the firewood pile) a few weeks back, but to the best of my knowledge, I have never been bit by one of those either.
I hope your soil is kinda soft, they are well worth the trouble though Dale.I guess so, Jimi....lots of "Forkin".......
It's just a certain kind here that makes the blister followed by raw flesh Rich
Does it have a name? Like Brown Recluse? Have something that looks like a violin on its back?
G'nite Jimi.
G'nite Dale.
Looks like I get to turn out the light again.
CLICK.
Looks like I get to turn out the light again.
CLICK.
No, but we do have brown Recluse spiders here and i know what they look like, these are a blondish spider, light blond and hard to see with these old eyes
. They give a nasty bit but not as bad as a Brown Recluse. I usually just scoop up spiders and take them outside but these blond bastards get smashed.
Evening Dale, it went pretty good just kicking back and having a big glass of freshly juiced carrot juice. You wont know how to act when you go south in a month after working as much as you have been
I'll find something to keep me occupied....my GF wants me to plant 50 Papaya trees.....
MMM papayas hows your banana trees doing?I'll find something to keep me occupied....my GF wants me to plant 50 Papaya trees.....
Bananas are ripe....they grow like weeds.....
Cool,i love nanas, how much difference is there in tree ripe verses what you buy at the stores Dale?Bananas are ripe....they grow like weeds.....
BIG difference, no comparison, even the organic bananas don't taste like fresh ones....not even close....their much more creamier and sweet....perhaps it's just the variety - specie of the tree which creates a vast difference in taste.
Store bought nanners are picked very green. Tree ripened ones are much better and often an creamier sweeter variety that would not ship well.
Also some big tarantulas would come in with some on the ships to Tampa.
Those sound so good
Hi gang. Long hard day, but I am here now.
Evening Robert, hows your day my friend
Evening Rich, that sucks my friend we were waiting on you
Not so bad beautiful day here till evening rain coming in.
Got up to upper 60's
Not a bad Day, took wife unit to church and they had a feedin afterwards.
About five, maybe six weeks ago, one of the feral cats had a litter of six kittens. Her milk dried up too soon, so her own mama tried to take over, but she didn't have much left over from her previous litter either, so all these babies are stunted and ill (weak, starving, sick). Two of them just plain disappeared and Lannie found another one, the only boy in the litter, dead in the garage this morning, so my day started out with burying that baby. One of the other babies, whose eyes are stuck shut and whose breathing is really bad (I don't think she can smell, so she isn't finding the food) started following me around. She must be focused on my energy pattern if she can neither see nor smell, but just before we went out to do morning chores, this baby followed me out of the garage, through wet grass and snow in a perfect line and caught up to me at the shop door. Clearly she wanted me to pick her up, warm her up, and feed her some energy. I took her in the house and Lannie tried to fix her eyes and used a syringe to put some clabber in her. We'll keep working on her because there is no doubt in my mind that if we put her back in the garage, she'll be dead in two days.* And, even in the house her survival is iffy, but I am determined to save her, so we named this tiny baby Pyxie (that's the Celtic spelling, which is Kel-tic, not Selt-iks for anyone from new england).
* Speaking of two days, the forecast low for Tuesday night is 10 fucking degrees. So I had to take down all the window screens and put up the storm windows, in spite of the "breeze" that was trying to blow me off the ladder. Lannie held the ladder steady and handed me up the storm windows for me to clip in place. Then we went out to the horse corral and emptied the trough. Lannie cleaned it out while I installed a new hose and set up the concrete blocks and raked horse shit out of the way in the barn. We then brought the trough in, finished the set up, and filled it. Now it can be plugged in so the heater will stop it from icing over. Sounds simple, but those two tasks took both of us 2.5 hours and hands and ears were thoroughly icy when we got back in the house.
Welcome to Fucking Winter on the Prairie.
* Speaking of two days, the forecast low for Tuesday night is 10 fucking degrees. So I had to take down all the window screens and put up the storm windows, in spite of the "breeze" that was trying to blow me off the ladder. Lannie held the ladder steady and handed me up the storm windows for me to clip in place. Then we went out to the horse corral and emptied the trough. Lannie cleaned it out while I installed a new hose and set up the concrete blocks and raked horse shit out of the way in the barn. We then brought the trough in, finished the set up, and filled it. Now it can be plugged in so the heater will stop it from icing over. Sounds simple, but those two tasks took both of us 2.5 hours and hands and ears were thoroughly icy when we got back in the house.
Welcome to Fucking Winter on the Prairie.
Tree ripped nanners in Florida are better than any nanner for sale in a market.
Sorry to hear about your cat problems.....About five, maybe six weeks ago, one of the feral cats had a litter of six kittens. Her milk dried up too soon, so her own mama tried to take over, but she didn't have much left over from her previous litter either, so all these babies are stunted and ill (weak, starving, sick). Two of them just plain disappeared and Lannie found another one, the only boy in the litter, dead in the garage this morning, so my day started out with burying that baby. One of the other babies, whose eyes are stuck shut and whose breathing is really bad (I don't think she can smell, so she isn't finding the food) started following me around. She must be focused on my energy pattern if she can neither see nor smell, but just before we went out to do morning chores, this baby followed me out of the garage, through wet grass and snow in a perfect line and caught up to me at the shop door. Clearly she wanted me to pick her up, warm her up, and feed her some energy. I took her in the house and Lannie tried to fix her eyes and used a syringe to put some clabber in her. We'll keep working on her because there is no doubt in my mind that if we put her back in the garage, she'll be dead in two days.* And, even in the house her survival is iffy, but I am determined to save her, so we named this tiny baby Pyxie (that's the Celtic spelling, which is Kel-tic, not Selt-iks for anyone from new england).
* Speaking of two days, the forecast low for Tuesday night is 10 fucking degrees. So I had to take down all the window screens and put up the storm windows, in spite of the "breeze" that was trying to blow me off the ladder. Lannie held the ladder steady and handed me up the storm windows for me to clip in place. Then we went out to the horse corral and emptied the trough. Lannie cleaned it out while I installed a new hose and set up the concrete blocks and raked horse shit out of the way in the barn. We then brought the trough in, finished the set up, and filled it. Now it can be plugged in so the heater will stop it from icing over. Sounds simple, but those two tasks took both of us 2.5 hours and hands and ears were thoroughly icy when we got back in the house.
Welcome to Fucking Winter on the Prairie.
I did notice the projected 10 degree temps yesterday, but didn't have the heart to mention it.......
Have a good one, Jimi....
I think I have to crawl into bed now too.
I guess you get to turn out the lights tonight, Dale.
I guess you get to turn out the lights tonight, Dale.
Hope you have a better day tomorrow.I think I have to crawl into bed now too.
I guess you get to turn out the lights tonight, Dale.
Didn't sleep for shit last night (leg cramps) so I have been dragging ass all day today. But it got all the way up to 40 today and the sun actually came out for five minutes........
Sounds like a gloomy day, Rich.....hopefully it will be decent for a couple more weeks before shit hit the fan.
How's Jimi this lovely evening?
I think the shit hits the fan starting tomorrow night when the temp drops to 10,
Doing good Dale, drinking mu carrot juice and kicking back tonight.
How is Dale doing tonight?
I seen on our weather that you were gonna take a temp dip Rich