Showing posts with label nail polish. Show all posts
Showing posts with label nail polish. Show all posts

10/5/07

Addition Solutions

Tired teacher flips through Mitt Romney issue of Newsweek on the train. Most of the printed material isn't really sinking in. The magazine is just a prop to yawn behind and to create a sci fi force field against unacceptable seatmates. Then a recognized word. Addition. Addition solutions. A special advertising section of "Addition Solutions" is proclaimed for abaci? Flash cards?

Why are the expensive ads in the middle of this slick weekly national news magazine all for substance abuse clinics and treatment centers ? Where are the ads for No Child Left Counting On Their Little Piggy Toes?



About five a.m. she'd sent out an email for near and dear about the site wear [sic] her spider photos could be viewed. So embarrassing to realize the misspelling! Wishing she'd been paid as much for her mistake as the maker of the Newsweek goof. Proofreading is so very important!

© 2007 Nancy L. Ruder

10/7/05

The Wrong Kidney

Fortunately, I'm not a surgeon.

Yesterday my observant coworker noticed that the driver side headlight was out on my Buick. She's always noticing stuff wrong with the Buick mainly because she's an eagle eye, but partly because the Buick has lots of wrong stuff to notice. When I got home I found that the passenger side turn signal didn't work either.



Like calling for Batman, I beamed the Buick tri-shield symbol into the night sky over the metropolis. My automotive guys picked up the signal almost immediately, donned their capes, and emailed me back. "No, don't do it! Don't go to the dealership!," they all agreed. Two gave me a you-can-do-it pep talk. Best of all, Fischer gave me detailed instructions on where to buy the bulbs, and how to access the Auto Repair Reference Center database through my local library's website. He's my hero, and I will be glad to feed him those Lunch Gang sandwiches he likes so much any time he's in town!

This morning I set off on my errands. Had coffee with a good friend. Had my hair cut and eyebrows waxed. Looking like a bouffant extraterrestrial from "Men In Black", I went to Auto Zone to get the light bulbs. Came home and popped the hood. I am woman. Hear me roar!

Hood popped.

Took my printout of the Auto Repair instructions for repair/chassis electrical/headlight out to the car, along with a pair of pliers and a screwdriver from "my" toolbox. Step One--disconnect negative battery cable? Okay, that's the battery, and that's the negative pole. Fortunately the database has a remedial section on how to disconnect a battery cable. Found a crescent wrench in toolbox #2.

This is the battery.*

On proceeding to Step Two, I notice the illustrations don't look a thing like my car headlights. With some unclipping of clips that don't need to be unclipped, I figure out what bolts have to be removed to reach the headlight and turn signal. It's not the front turn signal that is out, but the one around on the side of the Skylark.

See those bolts that look like frog eyes?

Fischer warned me about the plastic clips, but they weren't a big hurdle. I replaced the headlight bulb (#9004), and the side turn signal bulb (#194). Put everything back together, reconnected the negative battery cable, started the car. You go, girl! It's on. It's blinking. But, oops, it was the driver side headlight that was burned out. I have just replaced the passenger side.

Unwilling to look on the negative side, I go back to Auto Zone for another bulb. Come home. Disconnect negative battery cable. Unclip things that don't need unclipping, and reclip them. Remove one bolt, as in "Unfasten the headlight retainer attaching screws, then remove the retainer," except that the 1996 Skylark has never been to an orthodontist.



One frog eye bolt refuses to budge. Maybe I need a socket or a ratchet or something. I'm unclear on the vocabulary, but I find Son #2's socket set. After much agony, I determine the bolt is a size 11, smack between 3/8" and 7/16". Can't figure out what to do with that determination, though.

In toolbox #3 I find a better crescent wrench. I know it's a crescent wrench because I've been looking up wrenches in my American Heritage Dictionary with its good illustrations. The open-end wrench hadn't worked, and I was afraid to try the enormous plumber's wrench I acquired for some bathroom repairs a year back. I was intimidated by the label inside the hood warning me, "Do not lift vehicle by using oil pan." but that is a story for a different day.

Sally Hansen's "Beloved Bloom" Maximum Growth Nourishing Nail Color is perfect for both bulb replacement days and apres-automotive nights!

Once the bolt is off, replacing the headlight bulb is quick work. The Buick is back in business, boys and girls. It's winking in appreciation. I am, too!




*Found the lid to the windshield fluid tank down inside the headlight assembly.

6/10/05

Hot carnauba!

Aunt Shirley came to visit us sometimes when I was very little. Aunt Shirley was memorable because she painted her toenails, and sometimes mine, too, in Candy Apple Red polish. I remember nothing else about her visits in the late Fifties beyond the yellowed mental snapshots of Shirley and Mom on the patio, and the smell of nail polish.

Preschoolers love nail polish, as I learned forty-five years ago. For performance day I did my nails in a splendid purple chrome polish. The kids were in awe, although the polish is reminiscent of an amateurish Cub Scout Pinewood Derby car.


Sally Hansen's "Royal Purple Chrome No. 10" is the exact same color as a dorm acquaintance's Plymouth Barracuda. Or Baccaruda, if you can't say "Barracuda". Or just say, "Rhino Boots". The Fruit of the Loom grape purple Baccaruda wore some groovy Seventies Rhino Boots for campus parking violations.

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