I'm sure everyone is dying to hear the latest on my car. I know, I know... it is fascinating stuff and you have been holding your breath in anticipation of news. ha ha... okay so no one out there really care a smidge about my vehicle but me however since this is a blog about my life that means I reserve the right to ramble on about whatever I please. So the latest development: My car is pissed at me. She has a nasty temper when you rub her the wrong way, which I having never rubbed her in any manner besides lovingly, have just recently discovered. On my drive back from Denver yesterday the little girl begins to shake, she won't go above 60 or so even when floored, and she has a bit of wheeze. About half way home I rediscovered the act of praying which evolved into bribing this morning. I made it home, and I made it to campus for my 8 am anatomy lecture. After lecture my first stop was Midas to have the oil changed and to see if my problem was with the spark plugs. The whole way there I'm rubbing my steering wheel saying over and over "it's okay little girl, you can make it.. and when we get there I'll give you a couple quarts of oil and we'll get the doc to check you out. I promise you'll feel better really soon..it's okay baby." She made it! Barely. I go inside to talk to the mechanic and tell him my theories about what might be wrong. I have to admit I was getting a little teary eyed. That little girl and I have been through a lot together. Almost 10 years. I'm going to miss her. Lol... he patted me on the shoulder and promised to take a look. He was a very nice man who did not make fun of my attachment to a crappy old green car. He reports back with a diagnosis that does not point the reaper finger at my engine or my spark plugs but rather the aging wiring. Alright, go ahead, fix it. Make her better doc. Two hours later, I'm still sitting in a blue plastic chair in the waiting room. I feel like I am waiting to hear fatal news but all turns out well. They pull my little green goblin up to the front and I sign a paper giving them $400 of my savings (which is about half of what my car is worth, ha ha) and I go running out to take her in my arms. Just kidding.. I refrained from running. I did give her a pat on the trunk, and a kiss on the steering wheel when I slipped into the driver's seat. Holding my breath I started her up... purrrrrrrrr... happy little girl. She sounds better now than she has in over a year. I smile and drive off into the sunset. Yes I am still going to sell her. Yes I will probably cry that night and the next morning when I look out into the drive way and realize that she is not there, dripping oil onto the pavement, and protesting me starting her up so that I can get to my early morning classes. It is time to say good bye to my little girl.
My blogs are very long. I hope they are semi entertaining, granted if they aren't then you probably wouldn't have gotten this far in the post. HA! I win! Yes, I am avoiding doing anatomy homework but only because I feel that communication is so important. So last night...that was fun. Joey, Drake, Ashley and I all went over to Kendall's house. Kendall and I were planning on cooking dinner together since we are both fond of the culinary arts. (Ha ha.. and you thought I couldn't cook! I'm actually a pretty good cook, I just like to deny it). Anyways, dinner..amazing. Kendall did end up doing most of it because I ended up running late but I helped out with whatever remained to be done when I got there. We had a good time chatting and looking at the playboy magazine of the cooking world. Then people started arriving, by people I mean Drake. We all ate fabulous homemade chicken enchiladas and then the Wii came out to play. Joey and I have been on a quest for Mario Kart for a good week now. We probably looked at or called at least 20 different stores before we finally found one that had it in stock. But all of that was worth it. I enjoy Kart, I've spent a lot of time playing while Joey sleeps, or rides, or showers, or is sitting on the bed waiting for me to reach the next level so we can go. At the moment it is one of the main reasons I go to his house.. the Wii is addicting. The moral of this story is that I have spent a lot of time playing Kart the last couple of days and I am getting pretty good at it. This was not the case last night. Nope.. I was bad. Really bad. BUT we still had a lot of fun. After Kart Drake and I had a boxing battle, all four of us bowled, we played tennis, we all were terrible at baseball, and we couldn't even begin to figure out Smash Bros. Nothing was more entertaining though then watching four adults attempting to do what most 5 year olds can do without even trying. It was a very good way to spend a Sunday night. :) Thanks Joey's mom for getting him the best birthday present ever. You rule!
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