Productivity Rocks!
Sep. 7th, 2003 03:46 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
angelchickenI was actually kind of productive this weekend. Wheee!
So many wonderful things. Well, a few wonderful things. I watched Bring it On and Clueless, which make the weekend a success in and of itself. But wait! There's more!
1) I woke up at six thirty this morning (don't worry, I went back to sleep) because I could not sleep. And as I was just lying there I decided to flip on the TV and see what was on at 6:30 in the a.m. As it turns out, not a whole hell of a lot.
But.
TBS was showing the Worlds Most Dangerous Animals, always a treat when you are half awake, and I flipped on it just in time to see a rampaging elephant trample and toss his trainer like a rag doll (yeah, he died) and fuck up some other guy, then make a break for it out of the big top (Oh, did I forget to mention that this happened during a circus? So the audience was full and you could hear the screams? And the whole thing was caught on tape? Well it was) and into the street trying to attack people as it went.
The elephant was eventually killed (by 87 freaking bullets) and I am not sure how I feel about that. I was thinking maybe they would sedate him (or her, I'm not sure) but a PETA rep said they supported the decision to kill the 'phant, so I guess I understand. It was officially a killer Elephant.
When I fell back to sleep after that treat, I did indeed have fucked up dreams. The only one I remember had to do with me at work and Chris Rock was a security guard and I was over worked and stressed and scared for some reason (nice, my second week at work and I am already having stress dreams). Then it segued into a dream where this really huge (Elephantine, if you will) animated guy was trying to steal 100,000 dollars in quarters. And they were all stacked up behind this giant door, and his plan was foiled (by Security guard Chris Rock, I believe) and the giant door was opened and all of the quarters flowed out and people were going nuts trying to grab as many quarters as they could. But I think the most any one got was twenty dollars worth. Quarters are heavy you know.
But the big weekend news (even bigger than my doing dishes and making bread pudding) (and I am putting this in cut tag as I feel I am going way long) is that:
The car is in the shop waiting to be picked up by me in One Hour! Hurray! And then I am going to go grocery shopping at the big super market! But I finally did it!
This is huge. It's beyond huge. It's gigantic, gargantuan, dare I say . . . elephantine?
It's that big. Bigger. Sears Tower big.
The one big source of my stress lo these last ten months has been my car. Because I haven't been able to afford it (still can't, actually) and it has been sitting in the same spot since November and it's just awful, the neglect. But there wasn't anything I could do.
The September came and my inspection was up. So, I had to do what I could to make it run again.
A brief (and incomplete) list of what needed to be done:
- Tires rotated and repaired (one was flat) and replaced
- Oil changed
- Anti-freeze flushed and replaced
- Belts plugs and other replaceable parts replaced
- Battery replaced
- Front breaks replaced
- Tail light fixed and dried (apparently there was a lot of water in it. I wonder why? It couldn't be the massive about of snow and rain we had this year)
- Inspection
And probably more that I can't even think of. I thought it was going to be $1,500.00 to $2,000.00 worth of work and I really didn't want to spend that much. I just paid my credit cards down and I don't want to start accumulating mad debt again. But Preet (the mechanic) said he could give it to me for $1,024 total. Which, don't get me wrong, is a shit load of money I don't have, but it is not as big a shit load as I thought and I can feasibly get that down by the end of the year. Especially if I put it on two cards which I am planning on doing. YAY! So yes, I will be $2,500.00 in debt, but I was $10,000.00 and this is really manageable, I hope. Dear Lord I hope.
Well see.
I am an independent, self-sufficient woman of thenineties errr, aughts (aughts?).
Yesterday, I changed a flat all. by. my. self. Or, it would have been all by myself if the nice older gentleman with about six teeth hadn't shown up and insisted on finishing for me as I think I might have changed his entire world view. But!
I jacked up my car. It took about 20 minutes, but I finally figured out where to put the jack. I got the hub cap off (which was a big ol' pain). I got the lug nuts off (by literally jumping on the wrench) and I got the tire off.
Then kindly old gent, who had never in his entire life seen a woman change a flat on her own, put the pancake (or donut, if you will) on and tightened the nuts. The easy stuff.
I am a bad ass mofo. Oh yeah.
Of course I replaced the flat with a flat, but that isn't the point. The spare felt full, damn it!
I felt kind of bad, though, when the woman whose house I Was parked in front of came out wand was giving me shit about leaving it there for so long because she needed the spot and it was her house and her parents were invalids, and so on and so forth. But I was moving it. And she could have left a note. I checked on it every week.
Then her husband came out later and I explained to him that I Was out of work and I wanted to get it fixed but I couldn't afford it and I was really sorry and he was so nice about it and he blew up my tires so they wouldn't pop en route. Of course, that wasn't a problem as it was towed on a flat bed, but it was the thought that counted. Nice guy.
The tow truck driver was nice, too, from what I could tell. He was very animated and every other word was shit and fuck, but I am the last person to throw any sort of stones over swearing. And he took me to a really nice mechanic, so that was cool. The downside? It is possible that Preet wants to date me. Or possibly thinks I cursed him. I'm not sure which.
He yells into the phone when I have spoken to him and English isn't his first language so I have problems understanding him. But he was still nice. And I am prepared to tell him I have a girlfriend, if it comes down to that. He is nice, but I am so not attracted to him. And you know what? Attraction is important.
Well, now I must away and pick up my vehicle (it's about a half hour walk) and then buy the groceries. I Was going to go to the really great big Walbaums, but I think, since it is getting late, I am going to go to the ghetto one instead. I just hope their spinach is okay. But it should be. I hope. I need spinach to get though my day. Crap. Maybe I should just go get produce at the fresh dairy and veggie place across the street. But they are so expensive. Ah, indecision.
So many wonderful things. Well, a few wonderful things. I watched Bring it On and Clueless, which make the weekend a success in and of itself. But wait! There's more!
1) I woke up at six thirty this morning (don't worry, I went back to sleep) because I could not sleep. And as I was just lying there I decided to flip on the TV and see what was on at 6:30 in the a.m. As it turns out, not a whole hell of a lot.
But.
TBS was showing the Worlds Most Dangerous Animals, always a treat when you are half awake, and I flipped on it just in time to see a rampaging elephant trample and toss his trainer like a rag doll (yeah, he died) and fuck up some other guy, then make a break for it out of the big top (Oh, did I forget to mention that this happened during a circus? So the audience was full and you could hear the screams? And the whole thing was caught on tape? Well it was) and into the street trying to attack people as it went.
The elephant was eventually killed (by 87 freaking bullets) and I am not sure how I feel about that. I was thinking maybe they would sedate him (or her, I'm not sure) but a PETA rep said they supported the decision to kill the 'phant, so I guess I understand. It was officially a killer Elephant.
When I fell back to sleep after that treat, I did indeed have fucked up dreams. The only one I remember had to do with me at work and Chris Rock was a security guard and I was over worked and stressed and scared for some reason (nice, my second week at work and I am already having stress dreams). Then it segued into a dream where this really huge (Elephantine, if you will) animated guy was trying to steal 100,000 dollars in quarters. And they were all stacked up behind this giant door, and his plan was foiled (by Security guard Chris Rock, I believe) and the giant door was opened and all of the quarters flowed out and people were going nuts trying to grab as many quarters as they could. But I think the most any one got was twenty dollars worth. Quarters are heavy you know.
But the big weekend news (even bigger than my doing dishes and making bread pudding) (and I am putting this in cut tag as I feel I am going way long) is that:
The car is in the shop waiting to be picked up by me in One Hour! Hurray! And then I am going to go grocery shopping at the big super market! But I finally did it!
This is huge. It's beyond huge. It's gigantic, gargantuan, dare I say . . . elephantine?
It's that big. Bigger. Sears Tower big.
The one big source of my stress lo these last ten months has been my car. Because I haven't been able to afford it (still can't, actually) and it has been sitting in the same spot since November and it's just awful, the neglect. But there wasn't anything I could do.
The September came and my inspection was up. So, I had to do what I could to make it run again.
A brief (and incomplete) list of what needed to be done:
- Tires rotated and repaired (one was flat) and replaced
- Oil changed
- Anti-freeze flushed and replaced
- Belts plugs and other replaceable parts replaced
- Battery replaced
- Front breaks replaced
- Tail light fixed and dried (apparently there was a lot of water in it. I wonder why? It couldn't be the massive about of snow and rain we had this year)
- Inspection
And probably more that I can't even think of. I thought it was going to be $1,500.00 to $2,000.00 worth of work and I really didn't want to spend that much. I just paid my credit cards down and I don't want to start accumulating mad debt again. But Preet (the mechanic) said he could give it to me for $1,024 total. Which, don't get me wrong, is a shit load of money I don't have, but it is not as big a shit load as I thought and I can feasibly get that down by the end of the year. Especially if I put it on two cards which I am planning on doing. YAY! So yes, I will be $2,500.00 in debt, but I was $10,000.00 and this is really manageable, I hope. Dear Lord I hope.
Well see.
I am an independent, self-sufficient woman of the
Yesterday, I changed a flat all. by. my. self. Or, it would have been all by myself if the nice older gentleman with about six teeth hadn't shown up and insisted on finishing for me as I think I might have changed his entire world view. But!
I jacked up my car. It took about 20 minutes, but I finally figured out where to put the jack. I got the hub cap off (which was a big ol' pain). I got the lug nuts off (by literally jumping on the wrench) and I got the tire off.
Then kindly old gent, who had never in his entire life seen a woman change a flat on her own, put the pancake (or donut, if you will) on and tightened the nuts. The easy stuff.
I am a bad ass mofo. Oh yeah.
Of course I replaced the flat with a flat, but that isn't the point. The spare felt full, damn it!
I felt kind of bad, though, when the woman whose house I Was parked in front of came out wand was giving me shit about leaving it there for so long because she needed the spot and it was her house and her parents were invalids, and so on and so forth. But I was moving it. And she could have left a note. I checked on it every week.
Then her husband came out later and I explained to him that I Was out of work and I wanted to get it fixed but I couldn't afford it and I was really sorry and he was so nice about it and he blew up my tires so they wouldn't pop en route. Of course, that wasn't a problem as it was towed on a flat bed, but it was the thought that counted. Nice guy.
The tow truck driver was nice, too, from what I could tell. He was very animated and every other word was shit and fuck, but I am the last person to throw any sort of stones over swearing. And he took me to a really nice mechanic, so that was cool. The downside? It is possible that Preet wants to date me. Or possibly thinks I cursed him. I'm not sure which.
He yells into the phone when I have spoken to him and English isn't his first language so I have problems understanding him. But he was still nice. And I am prepared to tell him I have a girlfriend, if it comes down to that. He is nice, but I am so not attracted to him. And you know what? Attraction is important.
Well, now I must away and pick up my vehicle (it's about a half hour walk) and then buy the groceries. I Was going to go to the really great big Walbaums, but I think, since it is getting late, I am going to go to the ghetto one instead. I just hope their spinach is okay. But it should be. I hope. I need spinach to get though my day. Crap. Maybe I should just go get produce at the fresh dairy and veggie place across the street. But they are so expensive. Ah, indecision.
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Date: 2003-09-07 06:13 pm (UTC)I need spinach to get though my day.
You can have my share if it makes you happy.
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Date: 2003-09-07 06:31 pm (UTC)And I will happily take your spinach! I am like Popeye. Only with out the muscles. Or the strange sailor lilt. Or gravely voice. And I am a woman. And I like my spinach fresh, not canned.
Okay. I am nothing like Popeye. But I do like spinach. Mmmm, iron.
How's Monkey feeling?
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Date: 2003-09-08 12:48 pm (UTC)Monkey is well. He's up and around and jumping (even if it gives me a heart attack each time) and eating. Normal Monkey business. Thanks for asking. :)