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Car fun & the curse of the bed

Having accomplished absolutely nothing on my day off, today I had to go try and get my car inspected.  I got the oil changed first and, thanks to a handy-dandy trick I learned with this car last year, I was then able to go pass my inspection.  Stupid emissions testing and computer cars.

Aside from that, I have done absolutely NOTHING the past few days.  I slept until 1pm today, for crying out loud!  I’ve been trying to break the sleeping-on-the-couch habit, so I went to my bed, relatively early for me at around 2am, and went to sleep.  ELEVEN hours of sleep.  What the hell?!

I swear it is my bed’s fault.  Part of why I never sleep in there…because I sleep through alarms.  On the couch, I wake throughout the night and get up with my alarm (although I might snooze it a few times).  But today, after sleeping in my bed, multiple alarm clocks didn’t wake me.  Insane, I tell you.

Anyway.  Tomorrow is Lifewalk.   All 3.6 miles of it.  I need to try and get some sleep, get some fluids in me, and hope I don’t have a heatstroke.  😛

Time keeps on slipping…

I don’t know how people do it. Have a life after work, that is. Every day I have big plans of things I am going to accomplish after work. Errands to run, stuff around the house, exercise, etc. But the fact of the matter is, by the time I leave work, I am just wiped out. All I want to do is go home and crash. And by crash, I mean collapse and veg, not sleep….because I’m definitely still having issues with that part. I’ve got to break this cycle somehow. Because trying to catch up on everything on the weekends sucks.

I’m beginning to think you have to be a morning person to get things done. The day is just not long enough. Although, my fleeting experience as a morning person simply meant that I got to work earlier, but still left just as late and just as exhausted. Maybe I need better vitamins. And less coffee. And more exercise.

On a happy note, did I mention my dad sold my Mazda?! For about $500 more than I ever thought I would get for it. I’m convinced part of that is the difference between Dallas and Beaumont. The other part? Tax refund season. The only downside is, they financed it. So here’s hoping they pay it off. At least I’ve gotten their downpayment applied to my balance on the Acura. Hooray for less debt!

I’ll be a certified mechanic in no time!

More car drama over the weekend.  Only this time, it was my car alarm (which I haven’t used in years) that was possessed.  It started going off at random and I couldn’t disable it.  OR start my car. 

After fighting with it most of Sunday, I had finally had enough and ended up cutting the damn wires to the alarm.  Then talked to my dad, who informed me that I should try disconneting and cleaning the battery connections. 

I did.  I found an adjustable wrench and went to town, timidly, disconnecting the battery.  Cleaned the posts and everything with a knife.  Reconnected.

It worked.  My headlights began flashing instantly, which meant the alarm was going off (only I couldn’t hear it due to the hacked wires!).  I grabbed the remote and it worked, too!

I spliced and re-connected the alarm wires and got it working again, and then promptly turned it back off.

I was pretty proud of myself.

Lots of stuff running through my little mind this week, but I’m too tired to blog about any of it right now.  So instead, I’m curling up with a book.

Currently listening to, watching, reading, planning to get, etc.

The Closers
By Michael Connelly

Not the week off I had planned.

Duckie and I made it to Beaumont around 6pm on Saturday.  We had our family Christmas Sunday afternoon, once my middle brother, Red Baron, and his family came over.  They had to do their family thing that morning, and the sis-in-law’s family after that.  It was a nice day though. 

I hadn’t seen the little Red Barons in awhile. They are growing up so fast.  Little Miss Red Baron is a mess.  That girl is going to be a handful when she gets older.  Well, she already is actually.  And her brother, the boy genius, is getting much better socially, so that’s a good thing.

My mom got my dad a badass GPS.  They are technology-challenged, so it’s good to see them embracing something new.  Red Baron is a tech gadget freak, so he helped her pick it out.  Dad was funny playing with it, walking around the house and stuff.

Dad ended up driving me back to Dallas on Wednesday so he could, hopefully, fix my car.   On the ride up, we got to really give the GPS a run for the money.  And now, I WANT ONE!!!  They are so damn cool.  As much as I get lost and turned around, it’s definitely being added to my list of things to buy….along with a ton of other stuff that is, unfortunately, all high dollar.  I guess I should start playing the lottery or selling my eggs or something.

We got to my house around 4pm Wednesday afternoon and Dad was able to resolve the oil leak problem pretty quickly.  I took him to the Stars game last night and we drove my car to see how it was running after the minor repairs he had done.  It didn’t take long to realize that the transmission woes were still present. 

So today, he drove it all over town checking things out and trying to decide what our next move was.  We talked about him leaving the other car here and him flying back home so I could try and sell my car and not be without transportation while he looks for something else for me to buy.  But there is a lady foaming at the mouth for him to get home because she supposedly wants to buy the car he drove up here. 

He ended up finding another reason for my tranmission problem and went up to the Mazda dealer to talk to them about the part.  Of course, it has to be special ordered.  Ugh.  But being the McGyver (sp?) that he is, he found a temporary way to replace it.  It’s running good now, but for how long?  I think the plan is that he is going to get up early tomorrow (today…whatever) and head home.  And I still need to start thinking about selling my car and upgrading to something a little newer and (fingers crossed) more reliable.

I’ve tried not to be bitchy about the whole situation.  It just pisses me off that I took a much-needed week off of work so I’d have time to go visit the family and come back home and have the rest of the week to relax, unwind, and recover before heading back to work next week.   And instead, I’ve spent that time stressed out, not being able to go anywhere, and not getting to do any of the stuff I had planned.  I love my dad dearly for coming up here and helping me out.  Not to mention saving me a buttload of money.  I don’t begrudge him being here.  It’s just the timing of it all. 

I’m going to the NYE Stars game tomorrow night (green hair night for me and my friends…YIPPEE!) and hosting an impromptu party at my house afterwards.  So that leaves me with Sunday afternoon (after people get up and go home) and Monday to have some peace and quiet. 

Man.  I am just a whiney little bitch lately.  It must be close to that time of the month.  Which reminds me, I still need to fax all those damn forms to the new doctor so I can schedule an appointment. 

Surprise, surprise.

You’ll never guess who tried to head out of town around 9am today and had major car problems.  And is now back at her house waiting on her brother, who was half way to Beaumont and had to turn around and come back.   

I checked all my fluids and got everything ready to go last night.  Woke up this morning and got the car all loaded.  Backed out of the garage to spot a HUGE puddle of OIL on the ground.  So I get out of the car and see oil streaming out from under my car.  CRAP CRAP CRAP CRAP CRAP.

I took off to Firestone and had them look at it to see why it’s leaking and they find some cooling line has cracked.  And it’s a special part that has to come direct from the dealership.  And of course, the parts and service place at Mazda is closed.  SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT.

Luckily, Duckie, who was supposed to leave yesterday, had decided to wait and head out this morning so we could kind of follow each other.  Since he lives across town, we decided we’d meet up about an hour south of Dallas.  It’s all interstate from there.  He ended up getting on the road a lot earlier than me and was already there when I called to tell him I was leaving.  So he’s got a good hour on me. 

Then, I see the crap in my car and all and call him back and tell him to drive slower.  lol  Another hour later and he is now almost back to Dallas.  Should be here in a bit so we can move all my crap to his truck and head out again.

So now I don’t know if I will be coming back with him on Monday or if my dad is gong to be able to loan me something to drive back.  And then I have the whole getting-the-car-fixed crap to deal with.  It’s probably going to cost more than that POS is worth.

Ok, I’m done bitching.  Merry Christmas!  😛