Wednesday, September 24, 2014


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oops, I forgot to get that guy's number

Last time dad and I got the chance to work on the impala we decided that since it is finally fall and it's cold outside that we should pull baby into the garage where it's warmer and the floor is even.
Ya know, an impala is a lot longer than she looks in the supernatural series. She's 18 feet long (to put that into perspective she's longer than my brother's full sized truck.) and barely fits in the garage with room to work.
fun fact 2: I'm only 5'2" so i need a step stool just to reach over the side to the engine.

Anyway, dad and I took out the distributor and the carburetor to reach the intake manifold. 
Let me just say that underneath the manifold was gross. aweful.
so we cleaned her out, replaced the gasket and got the shiny new manifold on her. 

Do you know how long it took to get the distributor back in? Forever. I died and came back cause I couldn't leave a job unfinished. 

then we discovered we didn't have the right bolts to get the carburetor back on. Shock and awe.

Did I meantion I broke the fuel line? yeah, I broke that. it twisted right in half. horrible. Just my luck.

So yesterday a guy came into work and we ended up talking about cars (I asked if he was a machanic, his hands were a dead give away) and he told me he had a whole bunch of parts he could give me cause chevy was his passion. He could even hook me up with a new set of wheels and fuel injection cause carburetors were prehistoric and should be extinct.
I was super excited.
And I forgot to get his number from the sign in sheet.

(this is another reason i cant get a date, I always forget numbers)

I love you

I love you.
I. love. you.
Three little words.
but you hardly ever hear them these days.
I'm constantly telling my friends "I love you" and I absolutely mean it.
I love you, doesn't have to mean "I love how you look, and I want to have sex with you, call me maybe." It doesn't have to mean "I love you cause we're dating and you're so romantic."
Love is something you do for someone no matter what, love is a friend asking where you are and offering to pick you  up in the middle of the night because you feel like you've lost your best friend and you have a broken heart.
Love is offering someone a place to stay when things get rough.
Love is talking through the night.
Love is being there for someone, even when that someone is a pain in the butt.
Love is being there for someone no matter what.
And you know what? My family does that for me, and my best friends do that for me. And I love them.
So I tell them.
Because "I love you" should be said absolutely without judgement, without fear that someone's gonna freak out and think you're creepy, and without fearing that love isn't going to be reciprocated.
Love isn't just romantic.
Love is friendship.
Love is the greatest gift to man.
So I tell my friends I love them.
They make me happy. That I'm thinking of them. That they make my world happy. That you are so important to me.
just by saying "I love you."

Monday, September 22, 2014


finals are horrible terrible things
the questions are made of philosophy
their answers are horribly hard
they're nasty nasty nasty nasty horrible terrible things
but the most horrible thing about finals is.........
they're really easy to fail.

I had my social justice final today, thankfully I managed to scrape by with a passing score.
See, I failed my midterm exam, which carries 25%  of my grade.
But despite that I managed to squeek by and receaved an over passing grade of 73.
I needed a 70 to pass.

Saturday, September 20, 2014

how rude...

It's really quite rude not to tell someone that they haven't gotten the position of job opportunities they they are applying/asking about.
Seriously, if you have your people picked out and someone else is interested, it's ok to so "no, i don't think you're right for this _____" or "no, I have already filled _____ position," or even "You know, I think you still need some work, keep trying."
Being turned down is fine, yeah, it's disappointing, but it's not as bad as being made to wait, and wait, and wait, with that sinking feeling in your gut that you're not going to get in, but still hoping that you will, then later having to figure out on your own who got in and that you didn't.
That is really annoying and a little bit rude.
I'd like to be told up front that I'm not good enough, old enough, or not wanted.
So don't be jerks people.

Wednesday, September 17, 2014

social justice

One of my courses this term deals with social justice, it's really quite interesting, especially from the perspective of someone who's mom works closely with a local ministry.
My mom is on the board of a ministry who's aim is to help people in need with the help that they need.
Hearing about the people coming through the ministry and what my mom and here people are trying to do is a prime example of true 'social justice.' a group of people coming together to help other people in need, not just by meeting their needs, but by trying to help them out of their situation.
Being able to hear mom talk about everything that's going on has actually been helpful with my class, providing a tangible example to attach to the ideas taught in the course.

Monday, September 15, 2014

term goals

Every good student has terms goals, but since i'm not a great student i'd rather not have term goals.
Unfortunately, good teachers make terrible students have term goals anyway.
so here's what my term looks like:
-finish social justice, 3 credits
-college composition, 3 credits
-English composition, 3 credits
-principles of public speaking, 3 credits
-get my car runing
-hobbit costumes finished

That's everything major, and I think it's doable.
I hope, i don't think i've accomplished all of my term goals since my first semester.

Saturday, September 13, 2014

why is carburetor not spelled 'carberator'? it makes so much more sense.

Basically that.
Dad bought a new carburetor for the impala, but when we actually lifted the hood and took the old carburetor off we discovered something horrible. it was too big.
There was also no chance we were going to be able to get the old carburetor working again. It’s just too broken and rusted. 
For more bad news we checked the oil pan, which was about finished filling with oil from the car (we broke the seal on the oil pan bolt thingamajiggerin the proscess of changing the oil. we are so talanted.) unfortunately for us there was radiator fluid floating in the oil. 
We were very sad and dissapointed.
So dad prosceeds to look at the engine and determines that we should get an adapter for the carburetor so that it will fit on the engine, then we’ll see if it will start up at all. Though as he examined the intake manifold he decided that it was corroded and that it probably needed a new gasket.
we were both feeling rather sad that evening because I told him i didn’t currently have the money for a new intake thingamajigger and that it would have to wait a while. 
so he decided just to get the adapter and see if the car would run with the new carburetor, as he had originally planned.
the next day as mom and i are in the car headed to work, mom almost hits dad with the car while pulling out of the garage. I don’t think that Dad was really paying much attention, as he was holding a box, having said he had something to show me. 
He popped up the box lid and showed me a shiny, new intake manifold.
He also bought about 50 bucks worth of spark pluggs.
I don’t think he bought an adapter though.

oooooooooh judgement

People can be such jerks, always judging people all the time.
It is really, really annoying when 'christians' judge others and look down on them. Come on people, you can do better. 
Especially when the phrase 'i'll pray for you.' becomes pretty much an insult.
I'm kinda at the point where I where i don't really give a crap about what people think. People are rude. 

Wednesday, September 10, 2014


as a childcare worker I get to see the good, the bad and the ugly as far as kids go.
a child's behavior is a reflection of their parents teaching skills. So i see good parenting and bad parenting. Good kids, spoiled kids, and down right horrible you-have-to-leave-now kids.
so i'm getting an idea now of the kinda of parent i want to be when i grow up and get married and have kids.
yes, every child is precious and unique and all that, but if your kid is a danger to himself and others, you're doing something wrong.
there is a difference between loving your child and coddling them and giving in to their every wish, a nine year old should know how to clean up his own mess, find his own chair, and listen and obey teachers, parents don't need to be at their beck and call, answering to their every whim. they're big, and i don't want to deal with their tantrum when i don't get their chair for them.
when a kid is clawing and scratching other kids, and hitting teachers when they try to calm the kid down and take control of the situation, that's not a good time to comfort and coddle the kid who's hurting other kids, it's just reinforcing the behavior, and they're gonna keep doing it. i don't want to be continually asking you to take your child out of the playcenter because they don't know self control.
Throwing violent tantrums on the floor, screaming, and hitting teachers is not cute, neither is running out of the play area.
On the other hand, a child who knows how to listen and play nicely, who can have a conversation and who understands rules and boundaries is a pleasant kid to have around the daycare. bravo parents, you did something right.

Friday, September 5, 2014

it's cold outside, oh, it's septemBRRRRRRR

as i ponder the raininess of the past weeks and the yellow leaves on the trees i'm reminded how much i like fall.
it's my most favorite time of year, all the birds are going away and everything is dying.
dead leaves start falling of the trees (which in my yard are mostly dead as well.)
it's time to kill pumkins and blend their flesh into delicous pie, with spices and yummy golden crusts. oh, wait, i won't be having those this year.
and we eat dead turkeys,
it is over all a most beautiful time of year.
alright, yeah, it's kinda early to be gearing up for thanksgiving, but it just goes to show how much i enjoy fall.
the colors,
the crisp cool air
crunchy leaves,
... and school
the fall semester is upon me, and it's kinda rediculas.
i'm about to start a college composition course. yay, not really. I just took the English Lit CLEP, and passed it. (only by three points, but hey, it's pass or fail, and i passed, barely, but i passed.)
I think i'm actually going to enjoy the fall semester, i like school in general, so that's no surprise.

on a side note i'm going to learn a bit of welding so i can repair the tust holes in my car.
which dad bought me a new carburetor and some other parts for, btw. we're going to put it in as soon as dad has the time and weather allows.

Wednesday, September 3, 2014

dont you dare eat mah food

lately I've been becoming more and more intolerant of anything containing dairy.
you know what that means?
i. cant. have. chocolate.
and you know what else?
cheese its.
and Cinnamon roll frosting.
all those beautiful simple things in life that make it better.
like hot chocolate in the winter time.
and pumpkin smoothies in the autumn.
they all set off a volcanic chain reaction in my guts.
but that's ok, I've acquired a taste for broccoli.
and cauliflower.
and you know what, i make darned good food when i feel like it.
and no one is allowed to touch it but me.
so stop eating my food people. ya'll can go eat ice cream, i'll just sit here in the corner with my couliflower.

Monday, September 1, 2014

how to be a childcare worker's nightmare

wether you work in the grocery store childcare or any other childcare, here are some sure fire ways to be the worst parent ever.

1) insist that we watch your child's every move.
your child is in a safe place, you can see that the equipment is safe, everything is childproofed, all the workers are cpr and first aid certified. you're child will be ok. if i have twenty other kids to watch, i'm not going to watch just your kid.

2) there are germs.
yes, we sanitize, yes, we clean, yes, there are still runny noses. common sense. there are still gonne be a couple germs. stop insisting we keep your special little buggy-boo seperate from everyone else's special kid.

3)for the love of all that is sacred, do not bring your eight ill behaved children into a playcenter.
seriously, i have better things to do than stop your preteens from dragging kids across the floor by one leg. i don't want to be constantly yelling at your kids to stop rough houseing and dissobeying the rules when i could be trying to hold a crying baby.
your kids should know better.

be all of those and we will all dislike you.