we aren't weird we just have some problems

I found a box that I could take apart to use for a mat to lay down on the snowy drive way, ran outside with my bar of soap and stuck my head under my car. I saw where the leak was, but there was no way that I was going to be able to reach the spot without moving my car or jacking it up some.

Car leaking puddles of gas, fumes all around, not a good plan to start it up and just pray that it doesn’t explode. And since the freak accident that killed my cousin’s ex-husband’s grandma I have been afraid to stick any parts of my body under any vehicle that is jacked up. I won’t even walk under a car that is up on one of those hydraulic jacks in a shop.

So... I didn’t try the magic leaky gas tank bar of soap trick, but I did play fix it girl before I went to work. Jennifer has been bitching and moaning because the motion detector light on our porch quit working a couple weeks ago but she won’t do anything to try to fix it. Last night after I picked her up from work, I tried working on it, I had a pretty good idea what was wrong with it, but I needed a little bit of help. I didn’t get anything accomplished last night, Jennifer flipped the light switch once and then sat her butt on the couch and ignored me for the rest of the night.

When Jennifer was insisting that if we blow-dried all the ice off of the front door it would close, she tripped the breaker when the blow-dryer over heated. Instead of going to the fuse box and fixing it, she got a screw driving and started moving the parts to the doorknob and doorframe. Whatever she did fixed the door so it closed but she never did anything with the fuse box.

I was playing with that last night got that all figured out and went back to plug the extension cord and the porch light back in and discovered that the outlet wasn’t anchored in the little box. I couldn’t get anything plugged back in because everything kept moving around. So I get my little Black and Decker electric screwdriver and take all the screws out, once that is done I can’t get the dumb box off the side of the trailer. I gave up, I was sitting out in our unheated entry way, jumping up and down every two minutes to turn the motion light in the entry way back on, freezing my bum off.

This afternoon, I took my cell phone and a kitchen knife into the entry way with me and once I had the silly box peeled off the wall (the screws were hardly holding it onto the wall, the chalking that was caked all over the place was,) I had my dad talk me through fixing my first electrical outlet.

I am sure the people who live around Jennifer and I think people from Wyoming are absolutely nuts. Jennifer runs around blow-drying the doors. I run around outside at 11pm trying to work on my car and talking on the cell phone. And just this afternoon, I tried laying on a piece of cardboard and crawling under my car with a bar of soap, and when I couldn’t reach under my car I decided to try killing myself using the cardboard as a snowboard. Once all that was done, I played in the house for a little bit then came running back outside carrying a blow-dryer, dug the extension cord out of the snow bank, plugged the blow-dryer in, turned it on for a few seconds, then took the blow-dryer and ran back inside. (That was the only way I could test my work, since the porch light doesn’t turn on until it is dark outside.)

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Jennifer decided that as soon as she got me to work and bought crickets for her toad that she had to take off for Fargo, leaving me to find my own way home. Which I thought wouldn’t be that big of a problem, when I got to work Patrick said that he would give me a ride no problem, then Kristen decided that she could give me a ride because she heads the same way as I do. In the end neither of them gave me a ride home, one of the girls working in Starbucks had cramps so she had to go home, so I had to help Starbucks close.

Kristen had to get home so she could change and get ready to go out to the bar, and Patrick lives in the opposite direction. So the guy from the bakery that lives on campus ended up giving me a ride home, because he was the only one that was willing to wait for me to get Starbucks caught up. I’ve closed Starbucks on my own before, Stephanie has worked there at least a year longer than I have. If I could handle it she should have been able to.

I got home, that is all that matters. I watched a movie and now here I sit, trying to type this entry and laughing at my hamsters. I think they are training to run a marathon, at night all they want to do is run around in the silly little wheel. Pipen has even figured out the timing so he can jump into the wheel and run with Merry while he is running. I took some pictures of them in the wheel a little bit earlier. Maybe I will run out and use Jenn’s computer to empty the memory stick on my camera so I can post some of the pictures. Or maybe I will just go to bed since I have to be to work in less than 12 hours.