A Tale of 2 Remotes...

So this tale begins a week and a half ago when I told John the remotes for the garage weren't working well. Instead of listening to me ( I told you they weren't working!) he checks them with some kind of imaginary battery tester. Which told him they were good...why listen to me right? I just have to use them every day.....

Flash forward a few days and he's gone...I hit the remote no less than 30 times before it finally opens the garage door...super.....So I do something with that remote (we'll get to that in a minute). Grab the spare remote off the table and start using that...it now has to bounce between the car and the truck.

Flash forward to yesterday...by this time I have well and truly lost remote 1....and have pretty much lost remote 2 as it wasn't working that well either. John and I go run about a million errands, get truck oil changed, get car oil changed, last minute Christmas shopping on and on and on....by the time we get home with both cars...I have lost both remotes for sure. At which point my husband notices:

Him: Where are the remotes?
Me: Don't know don't care...I'll just use the house key the remotes aren't working anyway.
Him: But I need to find them to fix them
Me: I tried to get you to fix them last week I don't know where they are anymore....


In the mean time my husband makes the comment when we had found 1 remote but the other was still hiding.....


Him: I am not replacing the batteries in only one remote we need to find the second one.
Me: Fine I will do it when you leave
Him: No you won't I'll take it with me so you can't use it (really?)
Me: Ok I'll go buy another one
Him: They are expensive! And you don't know how to program it.
Me: True but I'm sure our neighbor/friend does.
Him: I'll tell him not to help you!
Me: Go right ahead you'll be gone and he'll help me anyway.


After a few minutes of this I have moved on to bigger and better things like laundry...not caring about the remote, as I have a back up plan (read: buy a new remote).
It takes about 30min to find the last elusive remote...remote 1 happened to be in my coat pocket (which I *thought* I already checked) I have no idea how it got there..........After we (well really John I had given up at that point) find them both the following conversation

Him: You WILL leave one in the truck and one in the car
Me: Hysterically laughing trying to gasp out: Your gone most of the time good luck with that!

New Years or Not...

http://www.despair.com/obstacles.html

I love this website and their posters they are funny as hell. The quote from this one seems to be how our New Years Eve is going to go...

So we have a few options for new years

1) I fly from ORD to FLL to spend New Years with John....
2) I fly from ABQ to FLL to spend New Years with John...
3) Stay in ORD for New Years
4) Stay in ABQ for New Years

Option 1&2 are both expensive...(now if this was the good ole days of aviation I could just happily non-rev down there, but I'd rather chew my hand off..)
Option 3 isn't expensive per se but requires me to take more time off from work....
Option 4 sucks the most but makes the most sense..of course...I can work and have a fantastic New Years by myself...

Oh the fabulous life of a pilot's wife right?

American and Bankruptcy

So it's a little lopsided, but it's one of 2 AMR posters we have hanging up. Horses and airplanes, what could be better?


So first off let me say my heart goes out to all who work at American and Eagle. Having never been through one (bankruptcy) I am by no means an expert, and having a pilot who doesn't work at either, I don't feel qualified to say much of anything other than Arpey and (some) other airline ceo's have a special place in hell. One of the blogs I follow is written by an MD-80 driver who works at AMR here is his blog on the bankruptcy. Please head over here

My Husband, The Fixer Part II

The hot tub was the culprit this time, you can see small icicles still hanging from the deck

So I thought I could get away with only one thing happening while he was gone remember the tank heaters?

I am a good wife (most the time :) and since last night was John's first night in his new crashpad and he had only his phone for an alarm clock I told him I would wake up just to call him and make sure he was awake. Perhaps this is what I get for being a good wife. So I dutifully set my phone alarm for 2am (4am in FLL) and promptly pass out on the couch, also bear in mind I had to work again this morning. My alarm goes off and I grab for the phone....turn the alarm off... call John to make sure he is awake, which he is. Then I have to put the dogs out, because now that I'm kind of awake they think it's time to play! Yea! We do the dog shuffle, and I head to the bed....

I walk into the bedroom and I am met by a peculiar noise, something like a cross between a machine gun and a type writer. AWESOME! The only thing that could make this god awful noise can be our hot tub which is located directly outside our bedroom door. I stagger over to the door, swearing profusely while the dogs promptly fall asleep, as the noise doesn't bother them they won't have to fix it. Open the door, the noise gets louder and I confirm it's coming from the hot tub. Really where else would it be coming from at 2am, but someplace outside in the snow?

Again since I am having SO much FUN I call my husband, after all I know he's awake. This conversation was a little less civil than the one I had about the tank heaters at 6am, after all I was barely awake and had anticipated going back to sleep. The conversation went something like this:

Me: Your F**ING hot tub is making machine gun noises
Him: What?
Me: Are you F**ING deaf your hot tub is dying what do you want me to do? can I unplug it?
Him: No, you have to go downstairs and flip the circuit, then you have to drain it.
Me: What? I'll flip the circuit but can't you do this Monday???
Him: No it needs to be done now (again its 2am and I have to get up to work in the morning) other wise it will freeze blah blah blah, or something I had stopped listening to him at that point

So anyway like a good wife I traipse downstairs turn the damn thing off go upstairs where I then need directions on how to drain it.

Him: You need a knife
Me: What? Why? I can't kill you over the phone
Him: Haha you need it to turn the lock to open the door to get to the drain
Me:What? I'm sorry it's 2AM!!
Him: It's not hard
Me: Yes it is I can't see it, and I have flip flops on in 2-3inches of snow I'm freezing why can't you ever be home when shi* like this happens?

I finally find the lock open it, then turn the valve to drain it......

By the time I fall back asleep it's 3am....Sweet......

I guess only time will tell if there will be a Part III in this saga!

My Husband, The Fixer.

So if I hadn't worked ALL day (by all day I mean 1 job from 7:30am to 12:30 and 2nd job from 2-6) I would have posted a wonderful picture of all the snow we have gotten....but that will have to wait until it's light out.

I've felt kinda like crap since Wednesday afternoon, thankfully I didn't have to work Thursday, I'm thinking flu? Anyway I get up as LATE as possible today and feel ok but exhausted because I've been sick. I stagger outside to go feed the horses and it's a balm 14 with the wind chill. As I trip into the barn I discover that the lights are out...WIN! Because this also means that the water tank heaters are out as they are on the same circuit. Sure enough I stumble over there in the dark (after all it's 6am) being chased by hungry horses to discover the amount of ice on the tanks could easily hold the civic....and there frozen, in the tanks, the water heaters...the universe is laughing at me at 6am.

So I go inside to flip the circuit but decide that my husband (who is in sunny FLL) should share in the early morning fun. So I call him mostly to complain. I tell him (again!) that the circuit has been thrown....(this happens often last time I was hoping he would fix it...either run another extension cord so the load wasn't as high or something...nope....) his answer: unplug the one extension cord and plug it into a different outlet he suggests one on the outside of the garage I know where it is.....so happens this is the outlet he replaced the other week.....I plug it in and immediately there are some pretty sparks then nothing...ohhh and it tripped too...unplug it reset it (since this one runs our hot water heater and I would like to take a hot shower if I ever get it fixed, also yes the person who built our house should be shot...the hot water heater is on an outside gfi? WTF?).

My husband the fixer immediately states it is either
(a) the tank heater gone bad or
(b) the extension cord also bad.
And that he will "fix" it when he gets home Monday, after all one tank heater is working.....really??? Monday?? All the bad weather is going to be gone then what good will that do me?

At this point I momentarily give up I need to get ready for work, and one of the tank heaters IS working. Since I had the truck plugged in overnight I unplug the truck when I get ready to leave and plug in the tank heater to that outlet.....TA_DA!!! She lives!!!! Crisis averted! One less thing for me to worry about!

Quote of the Week:

"I can fix it on Monday"