tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22604366.post8685069133861521515..comments2023-10-15T03:19:02.788-07:00Comments on {Link Adventure}: {Confessions of a Hot Mess}Samara Linkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15289273550527944603noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22604366.post-13219181539488008662009-07-24T07:46:13.265-07:002009-07-24T07:46:13.265-07:00Jen - You've never run out of gas?! That's...Jen - You've never run out of gas?! That's awesome!! I have -- shamefully three times. I know!!<br />Terrible!! For my brain and my car. Every time I did it, it was HOT AS HELL out. Twice <br />in Dallas and once here. Frankly, I'm surprised I haven't done it more. I've come insanely <br />close -- like puttered into the gas station on fumes -- like 100 times. Not good.<br />It is funny that so many ladies do this. I don't hear guys mention it like we all do. <br />I just hate to pump gas and I don't often leave the time to do it. When I do have the <br />time, I put it off. Terrible!! The last two times since that post, I've filled up while I <br />still had about 1/8 of a tank. So, I was pretty proud of myself!!Samara Linkhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15289273550527944603noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22604366.post-57406987226742650892009-07-24T06:10:37.832-07:002009-07-24T06:10:37.832-07:00What is it with us girls? Why do we allow ourselve...What is it with us girls? Why do we allow ourselves to get to this?<br />I know I use to blame by dad. When I was living at home and had just started to drive, my dad would take each of our cars, mom, mine and his, to the gas station every Saturday morning and fill up our tanks. I never had to deal with it until I moved out of the house. Then like all of you, I'd let it run on fumes. God, I can't believe I've never ran out of gas. EVER!<br />Do you all know how bad it is to to that. Not just for the sake of running out of gas but it's hard on our cars!<br />Fun stories. Even though they're sad!TruJen Phtographyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00903232674851854092noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22604366.post-61052586546907249532009-07-16T21:58:56.040-07:002009-07-16T21:58:56.040-07:00lol, don't stress about it girl, cuz hot messe...lol, don't stress about it girl, cuz hot messes are...well hot!!! lol!carlene federerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05962554051270884743noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22604366.post-14102204380651860852009-07-14T20:36:18.621-07:002009-07-14T20:36:18.621-07:00I used to do this. I knew that my little needle w...I used to do this. I knew that my little needle would go so far past E, and then I'd be in trouble. Then one morning, I tried to accelerate and when I stepped on the pedal the engine groaned and I DEcelerated. I thought that was weird, and stepped on the pedal again. Same thing, and I knew the truck (I was driving a small Toyota pickup at the time) wasn't going to go much farther, so I pulled over into the next side street. I just made it there when it died. I couldn't figure out why it died. I didn't run out of gas - the needle was barely touching the E, and besides, it didn't sputter and cough at all. I had to push that thing a block down, by myself, at 6 :30 am in January in order to get it into a parking lot where I could leave it and go call for help (before cell phones). Oh, and did I mention it didn't have power steering? Yeah.<br /><br />So uh, turns out, I was out of gas. Talk about feeling like a dumbass. I worked at GM Roadside assitance at the time too! LOL!SplendidlyImperfecthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03798649697960237749noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22604366.post-12648961855847021752009-07-14T17:03:56.803-07:002009-07-14T17:03:56.803-07:00OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH MY GOSH! I do this. Only, i don...OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH MY GOSH! I do this. Only, i dont care when my gas light comes on. I KNOW my car will go another 30 miles once that happens. I will NEVER get gas until the light comes on. Brian gets so mad at me. Its jut the way i work. Id probably FREAK more if my car TOLD me how much longer I had though. Ive run out of gas TWICE. The last time I was 9 months pregnant on the CAPITAL BELTWAY. I had to walk, sprayed myself with gas and when I got back I couldnt get it in my car. Someone stopped and helped me. Yah. DONT BE LIKE ME!Lishttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00632973299639840617noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22604366.post-69314138724906853362009-07-14T10:00:53.348-07:002009-07-14T10:00:53.348-07:00OMG. You literally just spelled out all of my gas...OMG. You literally just spelled out all of my gas outings. Just need to insert my own personal details. I'm bad though, instead of figuring out gas math to/from school, it's usally to/from daycare and home. Bad Mommy. I loathe getting gas. But, I've only run out once in my life years ago...I need an organizational make-over!Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01674846365187629834noreply@blogger.com