We all know that the cost of gas is OUTRAGEOUS! So what are we supposed to do – stay in our homes all day – every day?
While I drive back and forth from Urbana to Bourbonnais to care for my grandchildren every week, my son and his wife are absorbing the cost of gas three out of the four weeks I drive there (I didn't think it was fair to charge them for the fourth week since I drive there at least once a month anyway).
My old 2002 Saturn with its over 120,000 miles currently costs me about $25 a week to get back and forth. According to figures I got from the fueleconomy.gov web site, the 2002 Saturn gets anywhere from 22 - 32 miles per gallon.
So I've been looking for a Toyota Prius, because, according to the same site, the Prius is the most fuel efficient car. The Toyota Prius hybrid would give me about 50 miles per gallon, and cost me nearly half of what I'm currently paying in gas.
But I can't afford to purchase a new Prius, and I need one that hasn't been recalled and doesn't carry any warnings.
Research time.
Research done. I found a site that tells me which vehicles (not just Toyota) have been recalled. Knowing I can rely on this source will prepare me for any questions I may have about my purchase. And I'll be able to ask if the recall issue has been resolved.
It appears that one problem the Toyota Prius has had is with tire selection and rims for cars sold between September 1, 2005 and June 2, 2008. And the site offers information on other recalls as well.
If you are curious about whether or not your car has been recalled, click HERE for car information, questions and answers, recalls, and reviews.
And for people like me who, after three years of living in the same home, still don't know where their local dealerships are, THIS SITE provide a button that says, "Find a Dealership Near You." Looks like I'll be shopping in Danville (the birth place of Dick Van Dyke).
I should probably go with the oldest Prius. The earliest Toyota Prius I could find on this site was the 2001 model. Just for kicks I went on craigslist to find out if anybody was selling a Toyota Prius. I found three of them and they were all sold. Looks like everybody is thinking the same way I am – go hybrid!
Photo from Edmunds Toyota.
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Monday, March 28, 2011
Sunday, March 27, 2011
Finally! A Good Night's Sleep
Well, For Me Anyway
Don't you just hate hearing old people complain about all their aches and pains? Well, you're going to hate this blog.
Not really. At least I hope not. I'm not going to complain about my aches and pains, because I found a way to alleviate them – with the Simmons Beautyrest 19" Pilllowtop AIR Bed.
I had been sleeping on an old mattress, and every morning when I awoke, my hips hurt. I thought I was just getting old until I spent the night on a firmly blown air mattress.
So I threw out my old mattress (actually the kids use it to play on now), and plugged in my electric pump that came with my Simmons Beautyrest 19" Pilllowtop AIR Bed. Within minutes I had a COMFORTABLE bed that allows me to sleep for HOURS!
I still get up a lot at night, I will probably always get up a lot at night, but at least now my sleep is more restful and I don't wake up with all those previous aches and pains.
This bed is puncture proof, but I wouldn't test it by hammering nails into it. Also I top off mine with a pillow-top sheet cover and a foam cushion.
Why spend a thousand dollars for a bed that costs only $100?
The only downside about the Simmons Beautyrest 19" Pilllowtop AIR Bed is that I've noticed I have to put more air into it periodically. I never really know how much air it needs. It may be puncture proof, but I'll bet it can explode if you put too much air into it, so I'm cautious. Still I now look forward to sleeping on my Simmons Beautyrest 19" Pilllowtop AIR Bed.
I do have to climb up to get into it though, because I placed it on top of my box springs. When you look at the photo you'll realize what a task getting into bed has become, but it is SO WORTH IT!
Photo borrowed from csnstores.com
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Don't you just hate hearing old people complain about all their aches and pains? Well, you're going to hate this blog.
Not really. At least I hope not. I'm not going to complain about my aches and pains, because I found a way to alleviate them – with the Simmons Beautyrest 19" Pilllowtop AIR Bed.
I had been sleeping on an old mattress, and every morning when I awoke, my hips hurt. I thought I was just getting old until I spent the night on a firmly blown air mattress.
So I threw out my old mattress (actually the kids use it to play on now), and plugged in my electric pump that came with my Simmons Beautyrest 19" Pilllowtop AIR Bed. Within minutes I had a COMFORTABLE bed that allows me to sleep for HOURS!
I still get up a lot at night, I will probably always get up a lot at night, but at least now my sleep is more restful and I don't wake up with all those previous aches and pains.
This bed is puncture proof, but I wouldn't test it by hammering nails into it. Also I top off mine with a pillow-top sheet cover and a foam cushion.
Why spend a thousand dollars for a bed that costs only $100?
The only downside about the Simmons Beautyrest 19" Pilllowtop AIR Bed is that I've noticed I have to put more air into it periodically. I never really know how much air it needs. It may be puncture proof, but I'll bet it can explode if you put too much air into it, so I'm cautious. Still I now look forward to sleeping on my Simmons Beautyrest 19" Pilllowtop AIR Bed.
I do have to climb up to get into it though, because I placed it on top of my box springs. When you look at the photo you'll realize what a task getting into bed has become, but it is SO WORTH IT!
Photo borrowed from csnstores.com
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Thursday, March 17, 2011
Infested
My daughter, Lindsey, treated me to a television program I'd never seen before, entitled, Infested. The funny thing about a blog entitled, Product Favorites is that I can choose any product I've used, seen, or wanted – from items that condition my hair to programs I watch on TV.
To be honest, Infested was the most repulsive program I've ever seen. And repulsive makes for fascinating. I sat riveted to the television, unable to move. Had anybody been taping my reaction to what I had been watching, though, they would have seen sheer disgust mixed with shock splashed all over my face.
Probably the reason this particular program fascinated me was that I had personally witnessed an infestation before. Apartment hunting many years ago, I found one in my price range. After standing at the door and knocking for some time, a little woman finally came around the corner from the outside of the apartment. She looked me up and down and said, "I no think you gonna like it."
But I had made the trip and thought, "How bad could it be?"
She repeated, "I no think you gonna like it."
And I stupidly responded, "That's OK. I'm here. I might as well take a look."
What I should have said was, "My whole purpose in being here is to ingrain in my brain a nightmare I will have for the rest of my life," because I've learned over the years that when you ask a question that begs an answer, you discover the answer quickly. "How bad could it be?"
Let me tell you.
The front door was locked from the inside and she didn't have a key so we had to climb in through the window. You would think that alone would have been a giant red flag, but it wasn't. Because it was dark inside, after I stepped over the window ledge and into the darkness, she told me, "Stay. I gonna turn on light."
So I obediently stood still. When she turned on the light, I felt as if I were in the midst of an acid trip. The walls, ceiling, and floor were moving. No, actually, the walls weren't moving. The millions of cockroaches, measuring probably from microscopic to three inches long and all sizes in between, were moving – EVERYWHERE.
Looking back I don't know why I didn't just run out of the window, but because I was trying to be polite, I followed her from room to room, watching the cockroaches span out from my shoes with every step. I don't remember the layout of the apartment. I don't remember what the woman look like. I don't even remember exactly where this apartment was located.
What I do remember is getting out of that apartment and shaking my limbs so violently that I thought I would lose one. I remember the terror of thinking I might have brought one of them home. I remember examining my car thoroughly before I exited it, and I remember removing my clothing IN the shower.
That nightmare returned the day I sat in my daughter's apartment watching the show, Infested (which airs on Animal Planet), where I watched millions of mice swarming walls, cockroaches crawling across butter, raccoons confiscating a family home, and bed bugs biting little babies.
Yes, this program is both repulsive and fascinating. But I have to ask, why do infestations always involve ugly bugs and rodents? I would rather see the world infested with butterflies.
If you are as fascinated by the bizarre as I am and you want to watch something truly revolting, check out Animal Planet's program, Infested. Don't – I repeat DON'T eat dinner while you watch that program. (Clicking the links to Infested will take you to Animal Planet's web site for the program.)
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To be honest, Infested was the most repulsive program I've ever seen. And repulsive makes for fascinating. I sat riveted to the television, unable to move. Had anybody been taping my reaction to what I had been watching, though, they would have seen sheer disgust mixed with shock splashed all over my face.
Probably the reason this particular program fascinated me was that I had personally witnessed an infestation before. Apartment hunting many years ago, I found one in my price range. After standing at the door and knocking for some time, a little woman finally came around the corner from the outside of the apartment. She looked me up and down and said, "I no think you gonna like it."
But I had made the trip and thought, "How bad could it be?"
She repeated, "I no think you gonna like it."
And I stupidly responded, "That's OK. I'm here. I might as well take a look."
What I should have said was, "My whole purpose in being here is to ingrain in my brain a nightmare I will have for the rest of my life," because I've learned over the years that when you ask a question that begs an answer, you discover the answer quickly. "How bad could it be?"
Let me tell you.
The front door was locked from the inside and she didn't have a key so we had to climb in through the window. You would think that alone would have been a giant red flag, but it wasn't. Because it was dark inside, after I stepped over the window ledge and into the darkness, she told me, "Stay. I gonna turn on light."
So I obediently stood still. When she turned on the light, I felt as if I were in the midst of an acid trip. The walls, ceiling, and floor were moving. No, actually, the walls weren't moving. The millions of cockroaches, measuring probably from microscopic to three inches long and all sizes in between, were moving – EVERYWHERE.
Looking back I don't know why I didn't just run out of the window, but because I was trying to be polite, I followed her from room to room, watching the cockroaches span out from my shoes with every step. I don't remember the layout of the apartment. I don't remember what the woman look like. I don't even remember exactly where this apartment was located.
What I do remember is getting out of that apartment and shaking my limbs so violently that I thought I would lose one. I remember the terror of thinking I might have brought one of them home. I remember examining my car thoroughly before I exited it, and I remember removing my clothing IN the shower.
That nightmare returned the day I sat in my daughter's apartment watching the show, Infested (which airs on Animal Planet), where I watched millions of mice swarming walls, cockroaches crawling across butter, raccoons confiscating a family home, and bed bugs biting little babies.
Yes, this program is both repulsive and fascinating. But I have to ask, why do infestations always involve ugly bugs and rodents? I would rather see the world infested with butterflies.
If you are as fascinated by the bizarre as I am and you want to watch something truly revolting, check out Animal Planet's program, Infested. Don't – I repeat DON'T eat dinner while you watch that program. (Clicking the links to Infested will take you to Animal Planet's web site for the program.)
If you would like to read more from this author, click any of the following links:
Your Weird Dreams
Your Blog Connection
Help For Single Parents
My Heart Blogs To You
Writer of Blogs
Paranormal Minds
Product Favorites
Theresa Wiza's Blog
My Associated Content Articles
My Xomba Articles
Thank you for visiting!
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