Zoom Zoom Sigh

Happy Monday, folks! Title is to be sung annoyingly in your head for the rest of the day to the tune of the Black Eyed Peas’ “Boom Boom Pow”. You are so very welcome. 😉

So hey, remember that time when it was my birthday and my car died and I spent 4 hours in the autoshop getting the battery replaced?

And then remember that other time, when it was a month ago and my car died in the exact same way, and I spent another 4 hours getting one of the post relays (or something) replaced?

I’m sure you see where this is going.

Yep, yesterday my car died, again. My sad, old, tired 2000 Chrysler 300M is apparently just not loving life anymore, and decides to continually test my sanity by dying without warning over and over and over again. Seriously, it is the most frustrating thing ever. It’ll be fine, zooming along, business as usual. I’ll drive it to work. To home. To Starbucks. To the gym. And then suddenly, without warning, without even the SLIGHTEST indication that anything should be amiss (i.e. no battery light or anything like that), I’ll try to turn it on. And it just won’t.

No lights.

No engine trying to turn over.

Nothing.

Like all of the power has just been completely sucked out through some kind of power-sucking machine.

This time, it happened at the Exxon station, mere seconds after I had filled up my tank. My brother Ben came to my rescue and spent an inordinate amount of time trying to jump it, but for whatever reason it just was not jumping from a car. Taylor’s parents ended up stopping by and trying to help as well, but still nothing. Eventually, I had to call USAA (because of course, with all of my OTHER car dying stuff, I’ve already eaten through my free AAA service calls and AAA would have cost me $75+ to jump it whereas USAA only cost me $53) to come out and help, and in an act that only served to infuriate me further, the car jumped on the first try with his little jumper box thing.

Enter the “sigh”.

Sean lent me his little portable jumper box, which I need to charge up so that this doesn’t end up happening again, but in the meantime I dumped my car at my parents’ and borrowed one of theirs instead. I was just sooooo not willing to spend the rest of my Sunday (it literally took hours to get the freaking car jumped and moved) in the waiting room of Sears Auto Shop (yet again), so I will deal with it later. And also in the meantime, I will be fantasizing about buying a new car, complete with warranty and new car smell. I still have yet to test drive them, but these are the top contenders in my mind right now:


Kia Soul (yep, pretty much just because of the hamster commercial)

 
Nissan Cube


Scion xB


Scion xD

I also want to test drive a few compact cars, like the Honda Fit and Ford Fiesta, but I do like the idea of having something just slightly bigger for not that much higher of a price point (the xB is the most expensive one on the list). I particularly like these ones because they’re big for their price, they come in fun colors, and they’re just a little bit weird, which, y’know, so am I. Obviously, I don’t have my heart set on any one thing in particular just yet, aside from the knowledge that I will never again own a Chrysler. NEVER. AGAIN.

I know you guys are all probably pretty sick of me whining about wanting to buy a new car, but there’s a reason I haven’t yet. Unfortunately Ben and I are tied up in a mortgage refinance right now, so I can’t extend my credit right (i.e. take out a new loan) yet. I’m not sure when it’s going to be resolved, unfortunately, so until then, you’ll just have to put up with my whining.

What car do you drive? Do you love it? Give me your recommendations!

CaR(n)age

Yeah, I was trying to do some sort of clever play on the words “Car”, “Rage”, and “Carnage” for the title of this post, but that didn’t really work out as smoothly as I would have hoped. Oh well, since ultimately this will be but a tiny blip on the life-consuming radar of The Internets, I’m not going to sweat it too much.

I originally intended this post to be all about my hoarding ways, and the means in which I intend to rid myself of them. I’m determined to seriously edit the massive vacuum of STUFF that is my bedroom currently, and wanted to talk about that. Alas, I am a little too ragey to go into the specifics of Stuff Purging right now, so that will have to wait.

I’ve been living through a rather unfortunate bit of deja vu since last night. Remember how my car decided to give me a giant middle finger the night before my birthday, and I spent said birthday in the waiting room of a Sears Auto Shop with naught but my iPhone to keep me company? Well, I got to do it ALL over again when my now still-brand new battery decided to die on me last night. 6 jump starts and a totally unsurprising amount of tears later, I got to spend my entire morning waiting around for my sad, old Chrysler to be fixed.

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At least this time I had company. Adorable company.

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I’m looking to get a new (used) car sometime in the not-so-distant future anyway, so my biggest concern was having to dump hundreds and hundreds of dollars into a car that I won’t be driving for long. The mechanics were tossing around concern about the alternator, which I know from past experience (oh, 1987 Honda Prelude, you served me well… kinda) can cost $500+ to replace. Fortunately, the automotive gods took mercy on me this morning and it only ended up being a small post terminal that was all rusted and corroded. $2.99 for the part, $40 for the labor and installation, and I was back on my way. Hopefully this time it sticks!

Okay, thanks for sticking around through my vent sesh, friends. To end on a happy note, here are a couple more pictures of my puppers. They’ve been gracing this blog far too infrequently lately, don’t you think? NEED MOAR SCHNAUZERS!

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Happy Wednesday! We’re halfway there!

Four and Twenty

It’s my birthday! I am 24 years old today, huzzah! Am I a grown up yet?

I was all set to write this comparative birthday retrospective post, pulling pictures from birthdays past and all that jazz today. As you can probably already tell, that’s not going to happen, haha. Let me instead tell you a story about expectations versus reality. See, my expectation for this morning was that I was going to get prettied up, hop on into work, and enjoy the scenery of scores of Facebook birthday greetings from my cozy desk. But alas, as life is never quite what you thought it would be once you became an adult, the reality of my morning was this instead:

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Yes, my car decided to die on me late last night. I called AAA, they got to my house at about 11 PM and jumped my car. When I tried turning it off and back on again, however, my sad little hand-me-down Chrysler gave me zip, zilch, zero. I was told by the AAA guy that I needed a new battery (uh, duh), and he said that AAA could come back out in the morning and replace it for me. Figuring that I would at most be an hour or so late for work if they could come and replace the battery at my house, I gave them a call early this AM. A guy popped over, took a quick look at my decrepit beast of a car and promptly informed me that they “don’t do replacements on this kind of battery.” Now, are you thinking, “Well, why the hell not?” because I sure did! Apparently it’s because for some ridiculous reason, Chrysler decided to tuck the battery in my model of car underneath the actual engine, front of the right-side wheel, so it was essentially inaccessible without taking the wheel off and going at it from the side. Which is how I ended up spending my entire morning in a Sears Auto Shop waiting room, playing Draw Something on my phone and seething.

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At least my birthday makeup looks purty?

$220 and 3 hours of PTO later, I’m back on track. After all, it’s barely even noon now, so despite my earlier tears (oh please, as if you’re surprised that there was crying this morning?) I refuse to let this ruin my birthday! IT IS MY BIRTHDAY. Sean’s taking me out for dinner tonight (though he won’t tell me where…), I still have my free birthday Starbucks to cash in, and I had a vending machine Twix for breakfast. All’s well that ends well, right?

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And in an attempt to continue focusing on the positives, let’s look at more of the silver lining from this morning’s experience: I got to spend a lot of time admiring my Gryffindor-inspired manicure, I got to watch two full episodes of Law & Order: Criminal Intent (it’s no SVU, but it wasn’t bad!) in the waiting room, AND one of the mechanics asked me if I was Chinese. Score!

Happy Wednesday, everyone! Guess it’s time to go update my age on my “About Me” page, eh? 😉