tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30765699.post1193868662291233918..comments2023-08-09T06:52:13.737-04:00Comments on Burgh Baby: Never So Happy to Drop $60 and Some CoffeeBurgh Babyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09123901504643963583noreply@blogger.comBlogger51125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30765699.post-20540871406909877502008-09-20T00:46:00.000-04:002008-09-20T00:46:00.000-04:00Hahaha I do the same thing with my car.It always e...Hahaha I do the same thing with my car.It always ends in me stressing out while frantically trying to find a gas station where I won't go completely go broke.<BR/><BR/>Cute pic as usual!MommaSudshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06837275546911086707noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30765699.post-81678530680374248162008-06-25T22:04:00.000-04:002008-06-25T22:04:00.000-04:00hee hee!!! That was super funny...that it wasn't m...hee hee!!! That was super funny...that it wasn't me *S*Birdiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16421900422424458803noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30765699.post-31820195153466218742008-06-25T12:39:00.000-04:002008-06-25T12:39:00.000-04:00Dude, you truly walk on the wild side.Dude, you truly walk on the wild side.just jamiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09218649675899000158noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30765699.post-61094925758642082332008-06-24T12:06:00.000-04:002008-06-24T12:06:00.000-04:00I play this game too often, and my hubby hates it....I play this game too often, and my hubby hates it. I just don't do it when he's around. hehe. <BR/><BR/>Glad you made it!caramamahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02327695885346537321noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30765699.post-89733739379701474092008-06-23T10:50:00.000-04:002008-06-23T10:50:00.000-04:00Don't forget about the companion game featuring ou...Don't forget about the companion game featuring our good buddy "Check Engine Light". He often likes to play tag when the gas cap isn't screwed on tightly enough or needs his oil to be changed. Found a good way to beat the "gas light" game. My Honda holds 17 gals per the manual and yet every time I fill up after he beckons me to, the gas ticker never seems to be higher than 14. so are there 3 extra gals in the tank teasing me. Oh wicked fuel prices!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30765699.post-23202719649794875852008-06-23T00:02:00.000-04:002008-06-23T00:02:00.000-04:00OMFG, wow. Mine actually tells me how many miles ...OMFG, wow. Mine actually tells me how many miles I have left, and the dealership told me ABSOLUTELY POSITIVELY *DO NOT* let that thing get to 10 miles left, as it could jack the fuel injector up real good.<BR/><BR/>Yesterday the light had been on for a while and I let it get down to 30 miles left. My fill-up? $75. I am laughing in your face, Colleen.<BR/><BR/>Cars previous to this one didn't have that handy miles left feature, but I've never been one to play chicken - my older sister and I got stuck once in no man's land near LAX after my dad told us that his car *didn't* need gas (I was 14). So yeah, never been one to risk running out.Victoriahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01353607322542235784noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30765699.post-16875008835557778322008-06-21T03:54:00.000-04:002008-06-21T03:54:00.000-04:00ROFL!!!!! WHY did I wait so long to come see you?...ROFL!!!!! WHY did I wait so long to come see you??? You just gave me the exact relief I've been seeking..<BR/>WOW! <BR/>Now I will add barrettes to the popsicles I want to ship to strangers.<BR/><BR/>It is AWESOME to read Burgh Baby!<BR/><BR/>Oh, and the game? My hubby plays and loses--all the time! Finally told him not to call me anymore. Ever. <BR/>I'm wondering if Audrey is cranky because she's a hybrid? Or is she just better on mileage than Mitsi because of size? I can't remember what you said when you brought Audrey home. At least she talks to you though. My poor Prince Philip (Sophie named him) is so old he can't even light it up anymore!Susiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15601254307978094781noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30765699.post-49819442203940407752008-06-21T02:15:00.000-04:002008-06-21T02:15:00.000-04:00You totally crack me up. I can't even begin to tel...You totally crack me up. I can't even begin to tell you how funny I find it that you are competitive with toddlers and inanimate objects. :)Fleahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03412755038083750088noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30765699.post-49079191786530235842008-06-21T01:33:00.000-04:002008-06-21T01:33:00.000-04:00I'm really creative like you when I name my cars. ...I'm really creative like you when I name my cars. Mine is named Alexis! Get it? A "Lexus"? You didn't need me to explain that to you, did you. I just didn't want you thinking I named my car after your daughter. Not that I even knew about your blog way back when I got the car. Okay, I'll shut up now.Tootsie Farklepantshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18336671002327112885noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30765699.post-16859101288986984882008-06-20T23:23:00.000-04:002008-06-20T23:23:00.000-04:00there are two kinds of people in this world. Thos...there are two kinds of people in this world. Those that get gas and those that dont.<BR/><BR/>I know which one YOU are! So funny!<BR/><BR/>Keep me posted on the score!J.L. Dangerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11780762437304912390noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30765699.post-44267284704394250802008-06-20T22:33:00.000-04:002008-06-20T22:33:00.000-04:00Oh my that story had me giggling!!! I have played...Oh my that story had me giggling!!! I have played chicken...in fact I played it tonight unintentionally!! <BR/><BR/>And Alexis' narration certainly helped :DSarahhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11931133460067630762noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30765699.post-71399825543156632472008-06-20T22:30:00.000-04:002008-06-20T22:30:00.000-04:00Ooooo...I've never had a car that verbally taunted...Ooooo...I've never had a car that verbally taunted me while playing that particular game. Very cheeky. <BR/><BR/>My hubby doesn't get my refusal to get gas until the light is on. (And I miss Fuel Perks.) He gets so annoyed every time he gets in my car and sees that I have less than a full 1/2 tank of gas. My thought is that they make that light for a reason.Michelle Smileshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01423308673171062647noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30765699.post-21545720360923886022008-06-20T21:52:00.000-04:002008-06-20T21:52:00.000-04:00That was a very man thing to do, BB Mom -- you kno...That was a very man thing to do, BB Mom -- you know, almost running out of fuel, but more importantly forgetting that even items seemingly so boring and innocent become EVIL when dropped on the floor out of reach!Susanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04712245590233116481noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30765699.post-57067632037826378502008-06-20T21:44:00.000-04:002008-06-20T21:44:00.000-04:00You're a brave woman . . . I'm all about filling i...You're a brave woman . . . I'm all about filling it up when it's like half a tank so that I am under the illusion that I'm paying less because I'm putting less gas in my tank. Sad, but it keeps me happy.KGhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10236206776336550381noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30765699.post-59856227510426570812008-06-20T19:42:00.000-04:002008-06-20T19:42:00.000-04:00I admire your guts. I played that game all the tim...I admire your guts. I played that game all the time back in the day. Until I lost. Once. Only a block from the nearest station. The area I was in--it might as well have been 50 blocks. <BR/><BR/>It was a long cold, dark, scary walk. <BR/><BR/>Now, I do everything in my power to never have to see that stinking light.Laskihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12001998549713092381noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30765699.post-87607740839066083632008-06-20T16:44:00.000-04:002008-06-20T16:44:00.000-04:00I've been the loser that game so many times I've l...I've been the loser that game so many times I've lost count. Its sad how bad I am at it. <BR/><BR/>In fact, I ran out of gas in my driveway this week. I know. I am an idiot. But at least I didn't have to walk home this time. Its the pity prize, but I'll take it.Cecily Rhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01833641996572085518noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30765699.post-73584315344785609562008-06-20T16:40:00.000-04:002008-06-20T16:40:00.000-04:00LOL I have played that game too much. Now that my ...LOL I have played that game too much. Now that my boys are 8 and 10 they watch the gauge. They now get nervous when the warning light comes on and when it says we are down to 3, 2, 1, 0 miles until empty. <BR/><BR/>It's not fun playing it when the kids are actually stressed over it. I feel badly for them. <BR/><BR/>And it would not be good either to be stranded without gas with kids in the car. Sigh.ChristineMMhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17388497877158577422noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30765699.post-36052673719362954002008-06-20T16:06:00.000-04:002008-06-20T16:06:00.000-04:00Had a great time playing this game with my cousin ...Had a great time playing this game with my cousin traveling to and from College in Idaho. The old Dodge van that her Dad let us drive did not have a working gauge. We always filled up after 200 miles (odometer did not work either, we just watched the mile posts) just to be safe.On one trip we missed the exit to gas up. The next town was 120 miles away. We pressed on.<BR/><BR/>We found out that day that the van had at least a 30 Gallon tank.ssintayhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14222459494927099766noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30765699.post-12394688794407954092008-06-20T15:39:00.000-04:002008-06-20T15:39:00.000-04:00You really are daring. Once my tank hits a quarter...You really are daring. Once my tank hits a quarter tank I'm filling up. It would so be like me to be stranded on a road in the middle of no where at 2am with Hope in the backseat...no really, at 2am I guess I would be alone.<BR/><BR/>That would probably make it easier for the children of the corn to come get me while I was waiting for the hubs!AutoSysGenehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01182101665968215991noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30765699.post-6827780339519462542008-06-20T15:27:00.000-04:002008-06-20T15:27:00.000-04:00I'm such a fraidy cat...I fill up when I'm at a 1/...I'm such a fraidy cat...I fill up when I'm at a 1/4 tank because I FEAR! getting stranded.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30765699.post-2002647951390987182008-06-20T15:15:00.000-04:002008-06-20T15:15:00.000-04:00I refuse to play that game. I will take on horses...I refuse to play that game. I will take on horses that refuse to go into trailers, toddlers that refuse to eat what they're given and shirt designs that won't come out quite right. But playing chicken with the gas guage is way more than I'm willing to deal with.<BR/><BR/>You've got guts. I've got 4 kids who would not be fun sitting along the roadside.Karenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09037928148778848386noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30765699.post-1009802687285867162008-06-20T14:37:00.000-04:002008-06-20T14:37:00.000-04:00I don't know my car's limits, which shoked Hubby. ...I don't know my car's limits, which shoked Hubby. You gave me an idea, though. I'll set the tripometer next time. Right now my car has been setting in the shade for 2 days and needs gas. But, I ran the battery down Wednesday and had to get a jumpstart and I'm afraid to drive it until hubby gets back in town. I don't want to get stranded anywhere.Debbie @ Three Weddingshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11778199494515694006noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30765699.post-3400225634283619572008-06-20T14:01:00.000-04:002008-06-20T14:01:00.000-04:00My hubby plays that game too. now i personally am...My hubby plays that game too. now i personally am a chicken and until this year NEVER played that game (and actually have never run out of gas!) but since the price of gas is $4.07 i push it to the limit. oh man. i hope my car doesn't start screaming at me like that. wonder if that is an option on all cars or just yours! :)kayhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07769494885540871232noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30765699.post-81999499462351094132008-06-20T13:52:00.000-04:002008-06-20T13:52:00.000-04:00Love that story! I'm a pusher too...of my gas tank...Love that story! I'm a pusher too...of my gas tank, of course. Not drugs.<BR/><BR/>I know that I can go at least 8 more miles after my computer says "0 Miles to Empty". I wonder if I can go 9?<BR/><BR/>I'm so glad I found your blog? I grew up in the North Hills but live in Westmoreland County now. Ever since I started blogging, I've been wondering how I can find other Pittsburgh bloggers. Then I stumbled across your blog on BlogHer and Poof! There a whole list! <BR/><BR/>I'm so excited!Kimbahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16013989296760980717noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30765699.post-86197607904823457622008-06-20T12:56:00.000-04:002008-06-20T12:56:00.000-04:00I too live by the gas light. But, I also have my ...I too live by the gas light. But, I also have my little side kick up on the ceiling that tells me exactly how many miles I have left as it gauges my MPH. So when I see the light, I look at my friend who whispers, "screw her...we still have at least 50 miles left." <BR/>Then we wait....there have been times that it says I have zero miles left, but it still starts (even if I have to roll in neutral down the driveway to flat ground) and I get to the station a couple miles down the road!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com