AC problems and stories from the past....

This morning I heard Tom get up and open up the front and back doors.  Nothing unusual, as it is really nice and cool out in the early mornings.  As I sat in my room, I kept feeling cold air come in through the vent, and heard a motor running.  I tried to change the temp on the air conditioner as it seemed the air was on.  Nothing happened, and the motor kept running.   Long story short, we can not get the motor on the air conditioner to shut off so have a call into the repair company to get someone out to fix it.  We called at 8AM and here it is 1:34PM and they still haven't arrived.  They did call about 30 minutes ago and said about an hour and a half before they could get here.  In the meantime, the motor is still running.  Hopefully it is covered under our service warranty.  Cost $59 for them to come look at it.   They were happy to hear it is on the ground (the air conditioner) and not on the roof as many are out here.  And the temps are only in the 90's versus the 100's. 

Sitting here chatting on my phone (IM) with my brother and sister while trying to decide what topic I should talk about today.  My bro said I needed to talk about my sister.  I asked which one (I have two) and of course he started on the youngest one.

I will type what my sissy said to put......  "How she put her hand out for another 25 cents... or twange that guitar one more time? or how she would have to have a kitchen towel penned to her backside because she tattles on Little Mike or how...??"

And she told me not to mention the 'Miracle Baby' for it makes someone upset.  LOL 

So now I've shared something to get you thinking.  Did she really have a kitchen towel pinned to her backside because she tattled on Little Mike?  LOL   And the Miracle Baby story.... well, it IS her story.  She says mama told her that, so I have to believe her.  I know our brother doesn't believe it, but he's a man.

I'm waiting to hear if they have any other gossip to share....

Stories from when we grew up....  I have blocked so much from my childhood memory that I don't remember much to tell.  I do remember my older sister beating me with a belt a lot.  But I don't remember being bad.  I remember when I was in high school and my older sister still lived at home, that I borrowed one of her pullover short sleeve sweaters.  It was pink, my favorite color.  I had an 'N' initial pin and wore it alot, so when I borrowed her sweater, I pinned my 'N' on it.  When I got home from school, I carefully made sure it was clean and hung it back in her closet.   Sigh.  Yeah, that's what I forgot.  She asked me if I had worn her sweater.  Now why would I do that?  Yet, the 'N' left pinned on the sweater accused me and I had to confess.  Did I ever get into trouble for borrowing it!

I remember my high school years in which I had to hand wash and dry dishes every night.  I also loved to read and could read an entire novel (usually Grace Livingston Hill books) in one evening.  Phyllis Whitney was another favorite author.  Anyway, I would prop the book on the back of the sink and read a page, do a dish, read a page, do a dish.   If I neglected to make sure all the dishes were put away and nothing left on the counter before going to bed, my stepfather would wake me up at 1AM to find all the dishes in the cabinets setting on the counter and being told to wash and dry them again and put away.  It only took once, that I recall.  We didn't have a dishwasher machine; I was the dishwasher person.

They aren't sharing any more stories and I need to save some for another day so guess that I'll hush for today and move on.

What are some stories you remember and would like to share?   I know I need to do what I always told my mama to do - write them down so that we can pass the stories on to the grandchildren.  Maybe it would make them smile.

Blessings!