Well, the days have been flying by so quickly, and several times I have tried to type up a blog. Each effort has beent thwarted by Time. I start a post, but don't save it as a draft. So, here is to turning over a new leaf, and here's to a "quick" update on me.
I am probably working my last weekend of graveyard shifts. I got a promotion and raise, officially as of 05 July 2009. I am now Assistant Facility Manager for the teen group home. My roles vary widely, and I will quite possibly be the "run between houses" guy [gal]. I have the opportunity to work with the higher risk youth as their Case Manager, perform Intakes for all new residents, as well as any retro intakes for current residents, and I am also the person responsible for all the recreational activities. I have enjoyed the new responsibilities, and all the many things I have learned.
My friends and I have just attended a third New Kids on the Block concert. It was fantastic! Each show has been very different, and equally entertaining. We were upgraded again, and had amazing seats! It was so much fun, you really have no idea. I love Jordan! Hahaha! What I would give to be able to play some basketball with those guys! LOL! For some reason, that is what I would want to do if I had a chance to hang out with them. Weird, but yeah. I love shootin' the rock!
I started teaching privates (tennis) and that is going well. I have a seven year old, and a ten year old. Their parents are totally great! They do not try and intefere with the teaching, but are active and interested in their children. It's been a joy to work with them so far! I have been dying for a match, so I need to hit up some people soon to play. Good thing I will have more time on my hands soon!
ej
Saturday, July 11, 2009
Tuesday, June 09, 2009
KDFC my serenity fix
I let the kids listen to what they want to listen to most of the time, but I am a woman of many interests, especially in music. I love variety. I love classical music! Sometimes, I just can't take day in and day out of the pathetic excuse for hip hop and R&B (so they call it, but Rhythm and Blues is so much more than what kids think it is these days), so I have moments where I switch the radio to KDFC. In the San Francisco Bay Area, it is the premiere classical music station. You enjoy the wonderful sounds of music spanning centuries! =)
One of the kids had the audacity to exclaim, "This isn't real music!!!" Was he kidding me? He has no idea! Wolfgang, Claude, Antonio, Johann, Antonin, Ludovico, and countless others would roll over in their graves if they heard this kid say that! (Although, Ludovico is still alive, so he wouldn't roll over, but he'd probably fall over).
I have enjoyed the fact that the kids finally stopped erasing my station setting in the van. It makes me feel that they respect me enough to keep it there. The only thing I have not enjoyed at the house, is the fact that they misplaced one of my PS2 games. I wasn't angry, but I was disappointed in them. To show my disappointment, I had to take the PS2 and all the Rock Band equipment home yesterday. I didn't want to do it, but I knew it was important for them to learn. Just like, the other day, I wasn't really angry with one of the kids, but I had to use my "authoritative" voice when I asked her to close her bedroom door because she was on restriction. Ugh! The adage "it's gonna hurt me, more than it hurts you," is definitely true, even though I already knew it did. I have definitely experienced that more in the last few months than I have in a long time.
So many great kids, with not so great opportunities, that don't always see that an opportunity is there, and even if they do, they don't know how to follow through and make the necessary changes. Their lives have not allowed them how to learn to succeed, just survive. It makes me sad sometimes, but I try and leave it in the car when I get home. Usually works. =)
Life is moving along...
ej
One of the kids had the audacity to exclaim, "This isn't real music!!!" Was he kidding me? He has no idea! Wolfgang, Claude, Antonio, Johann, Antonin, Ludovico, and countless others would roll over in their graves if they heard this kid say that! (Although, Ludovico is still alive, so he wouldn't roll over, but he'd probably fall over).
I have enjoyed the fact that the kids finally stopped erasing my station setting in the van. It makes me feel that they respect me enough to keep it there. The only thing I have not enjoyed at the house, is the fact that they misplaced one of my PS2 games. I wasn't angry, but I was disappointed in them. To show my disappointment, I had to take the PS2 and all the Rock Band equipment home yesterday. I didn't want to do it, but I knew it was important for them to learn. Just like, the other day, I wasn't really angry with one of the kids, but I had to use my "authoritative" voice when I asked her to close her bedroom door because she was on restriction. Ugh! The adage "it's gonna hurt me, more than it hurts you," is definitely true, even though I already knew it did. I have definitely experienced that more in the last few months than I have in a long time.
So many great kids, with not so great opportunities, that don't always see that an opportunity is there, and even if they do, they don't know how to follow through and make the necessary changes. Their lives have not allowed them how to learn to succeed, just survive. It makes me sad sometimes, but I try and leave it in the car when I get home. Usually works. =)
Life is moving along...
ej
Tuesday, May 12, 2009
A few quiet moments
Yesterday, I had to run to Rite Aid with a few of the kids to pick up a prescription. While there, we decided to get some "Thrifty [Rite Aid]" ice cream. The cashier was a doll and hooked the kids up with extra scoops, free of charge! So, all three of us sat on the curb next to the van and enjoyed the treat before returning back to the house, and of course, after discarding any evidence of the said ice cream...we even had to do a face check, since some of us had ice cream on our faces. LOL!!!
While sitting, we enjoyed a nice cool breeze and a warm sun. We chatted happily, and even had several quiet moments enjoying the ice cream, the company, and simply to just have a few moments to ourselves. When you're a teenager, living in a group home where there are six residents, and one, two, and even three staffers in the house all there at any given time, finding a few moments can be a challenge. Those types of experiences are what make my job so wonderful.
ej
While sitting, we enjoyed a nice cool breeze and a warm sun. We chatted happily, and even had several quiet moments enjoying the ice cream, the company, and simply to just have a few moments to ourselves. When you're a teenager, living in a group home where there are six residents, and one, two, and even three staffers in the house all there at any given time, finding a few moments can be a challenge. Those types of experiences are what make my job so wonderful.
ej
Monday, May 11, 2009
Basketball was fun!
I played in a basketball touney this weekend. It was a good time, but I was sure tired! I played on the "Tiburones 408," and for the "Flying Capuchins." It was a small tourney, but I had a good time. The Tiburones were made up of kids I work with, and they were cute. They never gave up, even though they were clearly the underdogs. I was impressed with how some of the guys played against them, and those that had bad attitudes about playing against the kids showed some true colors. I was so happy to see the kids playing though, it really warmed my heart. They never gave up!!! They got their butts trampled on, but never gave up, or stopped smiling.
ej
ej
Sunday, April 05, 2009
Espe Chips and more!
Got off my shift at 0700 hours and went immediately home to change and freshen up. My Ninja got there around 0745 and off we went. She had wanted to go down to my hometown for some nachos, so a month ago we set a tentative date. For her she has a husband and kids to work around, and I have, well, I can do almost whatever I want when I want, so when the date got closer, we finally knew we were going to take the trip. So, I called my cousin to let her know that I would be in town for lunch. I asked her to let the familia know, so that I could see some of them. I had to give them the warning though, that I would be super tired, since I was coming straight from a graveyard shift.
It was a fun drive! I love my Ninja. She is one of my dearest friends and we don't always get so much quality time to talk and listen to music, and just relax. She was awesome and did all the driving, and we stopped whenever we wanted to, whether it was to get munchies at the Fresno Costco, or drive around just to see the houses. Fantastic! I gave her the tour of my hometown: the library where I used to read reference books, and Archie comic books, and the Orosi Memorial Hall, where all the big stuff happened (except for New Kids performing), and the tennis courts where I first learned to play like Pete Sampras and Boris Becker (well, kinda...), and of course, Midway, where we marched for the Pre-Harvest Festival to Ledbetter Park in Cutler!!!
We enjoyed the Espe Chips (short for La Esperanza Chips, which are essentially Chile Verde Nachos). I ate way too much junk food that day, and was on very little sleep, but had a great time. In order to keep my Ninja safe, however, I had to change out of my blue colored clothing so that we could check out the R-N Market. In a town where "red" is a dominant color and there is a valid concern for one's safety if not appropriately representing said color, I just happened to have extra clothes.
I would not move back to my hometown, as it has become more dangerous and I have changed the direction of my life a great deal, but a small town has its benefits! I was able to share some of my stories with my friend (all good ones though, nothing too crazy). I have very fond memories of my grandmother's home. If I had the money, I would buy the lot and rebuild the house in its original form, and replant the garden just as she had it.
ej
It was a fun drive! I love my Ninja. She is one of my dearest friends and we don't always get so much quality time to talk and listen to music, and just relax. She was awesome and did all the driving, and we stopped whenever we wanted to, whether it was to get munchies at the Fresno Costco, or drive around just to see the houses. Fantastic! I gave her the tour of my hometown: the library where I used to read reference books, and Archie comic books, and the Orosi Memorial Hall, where all the big stuff happened (except for New Kids performing), and the tennis courts where I first learned to play like Pete Sampras and Boris Becker (well, kinda...), and of course, Midway, where we marched for the Pre-Harvest Festival to Ledbetter Park in Cutler!!!
We enjoyed the Espe Chips (short for La Esperanza Chips, which are essentially Chile Verde Nachos). I ate way too much junk food that day, and was on very little sleep, but had a great time. In order to keep my Ninja safe, however, I had to change out of my blue colored clothing so that we could check out the R-N Market. In a town where "red" is a dominant color and there is a valid concern for one's safety if not appropriately representing said color, I just happened to have extra clothes.
I would not move back to my hometown, as it has become more dangerous and I have changed the direction of my life a great deal, but a small town has its benefits! I was able to share some of my stories with my friend (all good ones though, nothing too crazy). I have very fond memories of my grandmother's home. If I had the money, I would buy the lot and rebuild the house in its original form, and replant the garden just as she had it.
ej
Friday, April 03, 2009
I got rear ended!!
So...yes, I was rear ended today. I'm not sure how often these sorts of things happen, but I have the honor of being a part of it!
I was sitting in the [work] van at Classic Car Wash, when I felt a jolt! I had been rear ended and had to go out and investigate. As the gentleman and I looked at our cars, we found that the van had received the damage. The detail team said that I would receive a free car wash, and they would also touch up the bumper. Actually, I'm not really sure exactly what was said. Dominic, the driver of the other car, "translated English to English," and then asked "Gratis?" I understood that and was very satisfied.
There is more to this story than meets the eye. After a few day mystery of "stolen" items from one of the group homes I work at, the missing shower curtain and hooks were "discovered." Thanks to getting rear ended "at the car wash [singing in the style of Rose Royce]" I was able to locate the missing items and install them at the new group home on my shift Friday night.
There is always a reason for certain events to take place. Friday's incident reminded me of an experience I had when I was about 10 or 11 years old.
My sister and I spent time in Scotts Valley (used to be a part of Santa Cruz) with our Great Grandmother for a few weeks almost every summer. As always, I was an early riser and would set the table for breakfast. As I brought out the Cheerios, I noticed on the front that there was potential to win a gift certificate to Foot Locker and thought to myself "wouldn't it be cool if there was one of those inside?" At that point, I had never won something like that, so I moved along. As I was finishing up a place setting, my elbow bumped the open cereal box and Cheerios went flailing all over the carpet. As I began to clean up the mess I had made being a klutz, I noticed a long card wrapped in plastic. I remember my chest swelling with excitement as I turned it over in my hands and read what it had said. I felt like Charlie from Willy Wonk[er]'s Chocolate Factory, but instead of the Golden Ticket, I had a Gift Certificate to Foot Locker. We didn't have a lot of money growing up, so being able to go into Foot Locker and actually walk out with a purchase, was a dream I had never imagined. It took a lot for me to control my excitement, but I placed the certificate next to my place setting and waited patiently for my grandmother and sister to wake up. I related the story to them over breakfast and told them that I believed I was meant to knock to box of cheerios over, so that I would be able to discover the gift card. We were soon to be picked up by our parents, and it would have probably not have been much use to our grandmother.
I remember how proud I was to walk out of the Foot Locker after my father asked the cashier to authenticate the certificate, before I began my shopping. When my father decided it was legit, the search began. I chose a pair of shoes that had a price tag of $70!!! I had never dreamed I could own a pair of shoes that cost so much! They were my favorite color, black - Reebok Blacktops. They were basketball shoes and I wanted so much to be like Michael Jordan! So, I bought two Nike Jordan t-shirts for $15 each. I marched out of that Foot Locker in my new kicks and was so proud that I had on "fancy" shoes. One of the big highlights of my childhood. Knocking over Cheerios!!!
ej
I was sitting in the [work] van at Classic Car Wash, when I felt a jolt! I had been rear ended and had to go out and investigate. As the gentleman and I looked at our cars, we found that the van had received the damage. The detail team said that I would receive a free car wash, and they would also touch up the bumper. Actually, I'm not really sure exactly what was said. Dominic, the driver of the other car, "translated English to English," and then asked "Gratis?" I understood that and was very satisfied.
There is more to this story than meets the eye. After a few day mystery of "stolen" items from one of the group homes I work at, the missing shower curtain and hooks were "discovered." Thanks to getting rear ended "at the car wash [singing in the style of Rose Royce]" I was able to locate the missing items and install them at the new group home on my shift Friday night.
There is always a reason for certain events to take place. Friday's incident reminded me of an experience I had when I was about 10 or 11 years old.
My sister and I spent time in Scotts Valley (used to be a part of Santa Cruz) with our Great Grandmother for a few weeks almost every summer. As always, I was an early riser and would set the table for breakfast. As I brought out the Cheerios, I noticed on the front that there was potential to win a gift certificate to Foot Locker and thought to myself "wouldn't it be cool if there was one of those inside?" At that point, I had never won something like that, so I moved along. As I was finishing up a place setting, my elbow bumped the open cereal box and Cheerios went flailing all over the carpet. As I began to clean up the mess I had made being a klutz, I noticed a long card wrapped in plastic. I remember my chest swelling with excitement as I turned it over in my hands and read what it had said. I felt like Charlie from Willy Wonk[er]'s Chocolate Factory, but instead of the Golden Ticket, I had a Gift Certificate to Foot Locker. We didn't have a lot of money growing up, so being able to go into Foot Locker and actually walk out with a purchase, was a dream I had never imagined. It took a lot for me to control my excitement, but I placed the certificate next to my place setting and waited patiently for my grandmother and sister to wake up. I related the story to them over breakfast and told them that I believed I was meant to knock to box of cheerios over, so that I would be able to discover the gift card. We were soon to be picked up by our parents, and it would have probably not have been much use to our grandmother.
I remember how proud I was to walk out of the Foot Locker after my father asked the cashier to authenticate the certificate, before I began my shopping. When my father decided it was legit, the search began. I chose a pair of shoes that had a price tag of $70!!! I had never dreamed I could own a pair of shoes that cost so much! They were my favorite color, black - Reebok Blacktops. They were basketball shoes and I wanted so much to be like Michael Jordan! So, I bought two Nike Jordan t-shirts for $15 each. I marched out of that Foot Locker in my new kicks and was so proud that I had on "fancy" shoes. One of the big highlights of my childhood. Knocking over Cheerios!!!
ej
Friday, March 06, 2009
Gainfully Employed
I am finally going to have a reasonable amount of income flowing in!!! Woot woot!!! I will start my new jobs on March 17th! Here is what I am up to these days:
My job at GDI continues to move along, but painfully slow. I work hard to get my work done in my, not to exceed 20 hour work week [ sometimes it has been less L ] My schedule at GDI is 0700-1100, Monday through Friday.
My job at Group Home #1 consists of me picking up kids from school, taking them to doctor's appointments, and doing in-home counseling, and various other duties (light cleaning, light cooking). My schedule here is 1200-1800, Monday through Friday.
My job at Group Home #2 (Yes, the same company hired me for an additional position) is to make sure the kiddies stay in bed. My schedule here is 2300-0700 Friday and Saturday. It is the same group home, but different position.
It is going to be busy, but there is still plenty of time for fun! My roommate asked, "When are you going to live?" I told her there is plenty of time for that. I get off work at six everyday when people are still commuting home from work, and will have plenty of time for play. Just because she likes to sit at home all day and watch the tele, doesn't mean she's making time to "live." That's just my opinion. We obviously have different definitions of what “living” means, and that’s okay. Wouldn’t want to be the same as everyone else, hey?
I am really looking forward to my new jobs, because I think that they will be very fulfilling and I will be able to be a positive role model for these children. Maybe, just maybe, my life experiences will help me to better identify with them.
I am changing my training schedule, since I usually go to karate on Tuesdays and Thursdays at 1715. Fortunately, there are Monday and Wednesday night classes at 1945, oh yeah!!! I can still be Ninja with my other Ninjas!!! With karate on Mondays and Wednesdays, and Volleyball on Thursdays, swimming in the mornings, sewing on Tuesday evenings, how is that not living? Doing the things I enjoy doing and still having time for handling all my other business, sounds pretty fantastic to me! Now that I have a basketball hoop in the back, I will totally be able to shoot the rock whenever I want! Granted, the hoop is a bit bent, but it should work well enough!
FYI – It is all about playing basketball in the rain!!!
ej
My job at GDI continues to move along, but painfully slow. I work hard to get my work done in my, not to exceed 20 hour work week [ sometimes it has been less L ] My schedule at GDI is 0700-1100, Monday through Friday.
My job at Group Home #1 consists of me picking up kids from school, taking them to doctor's appointments, and doing in-home counseling, and various other duties (light cleaning, light cooking). My schedule here is 1200-1800, Monday through Friday.
My job at Group Home #2 (Yes, the same company hired me for an additional position) is to make sure the kiddies stay in bed. My schedule here is 2300-0700 Friday and Saturday. It is the same group home, but different position.
It is going to be busy, but there is still plenty of time for fun! My roommate asked, "When are you going to live?" I told her there is plenty of time for that. I get off work at six everyday when people are still commuting home from work, and will have plenty of time for play. Just because she likes to sit at home all day and watch the tele, doesn't mean she's making time to "live." That's just my opinion. We obviously have different definitions of what “living” means, and that’s okay. Wouldn’t want to be the same as everyone else, hey?
I am really looking forward to my new jobs, because I think that they will be very fulfilling and I will be able to be a positive role model for these children. Maybe, just maybe, my life experiences will help me to better identify with them.
I am changing my training schedule, since I usually go to karate on Tuesdays and Thursdays at 1715. Fortunately, there are Monday and Wednesday night classes at 1945, oh yeah!!! I can still be Ninja with my other Ninjas!!! With karate on Mondays and Wednesdays, and Volleyball on Thursdays, swimming in the mornings, sewing on Tuesday evenings, how is that not living? Doing the things I enjoy doing and still having time for handling all my other business, sounds pretty fantastic to me! Now that I have a basketball hoop in the back, I will totally be able to shoot the rock whenever I want! Granted, the hoop is a bit bent, but it should work well enough!
FYI – It is all about playing basketball in the rain!!!
ej
Tuesday, February 24, 2009
Ekaparnika - My Hindu Name
So, yeah, I decided that when I am cooking Indian food, I am going to go by my Hindu name, Ekaparnika, which means "Goddess Durga." She is a ten armed goddess warrior, who is often seen riding a tiger or a lion, and is so radiant, you totally need really, really, really ridiculously dark shades to be in her presence. She rocked the world of a really bad demon dude, who underestimated her mad skills based on her femininity. I'm not a feminist, but that dude was crack-a-lackin' on somethin' for reals though!
At any rate, Ashwina and I were rolling out rotli on Saturday and had a blast! We were able to do some catching up and to talk about "the old days." :) I really miss seeing she and Todd, so I will have to make a greater effort to stay in contact. She only lives a few moments away from me for goodness sakes, there is no excuse!
I made a run to the Indian grocer over off El Camino and Lawrence and was able to get a few things I needed. I needed a new valun, and I picked up some henna while I was there, as well as a few spoons for my spices and such. I can't wait to put my new "aakario" (the thingy you roll out the rotli on) to good use! I should be done constructing and curing it in about a week from today!!!
ej
At any rate, Ashwina and I were rolling out rotli on Saturday and had a blast! We were able to do some catching up and to talk about "the old days." :) I really miss seeing she and Todd, so I will have to make a greater effort to stay in contact. She only lives a few moments away from me for goodness sakes, there is no excuse!
I made a run to the Indian grocer over off El Camino and Lawrence and was able to get a few things I needed. I needed a new valun, and I picked up some henna while I was there, as well as a few spoons for my spices and such. I can't wait to put my new "aakario" (the thingy you roll out the rotli on) to good use! I should be done constructing and curing it in about a week from today!!!
ej
Sunday, February 15, 2009
Kidnapped!!!
Yes, it's true! I was kidnapped on Friday, the thirteenth of February, two thousand-and nine, at approximately twenty and one hundred hours (that's nine o'clock at night). For three days, and two nights, I was either sleeping in the back seat of a white Toyota Prius, napping on a queen sized bed at the Econo Lodge in Anaheim, or walking, riding, sitting, shopping, eating, and laughing at the "happiest place on earth." Yes, I was kidnapped and "forced" to spend time at Disneyland! Here is the confession of the culprits.
It was decided that I was to pack a formal dress and comfortable shoes. Little did I know that I would be wearing the dress for no less than seventeen hours! It was a "theme" birthday celebration in Anaheim on Valentine's day! Messie Jessie was turning twenty and seven, and so we were "princesses" for the day and drew much attention in our formal attire! Rachel, never let a dull moment pass, as she frequently, no regularly, shared her "talent" for singing and expressing her excitement in a shrill, spine shattering voice, "DISNEYLAND!" Not only did she feel it important to remind us, and others that we were all still in Disneyland, but she also made it her goal to go noticed, and perhaps "be discovered." In her effort, she performed several patriotic favorites, "You're a grand ol' flag" among them, as well as her own personal renditions of "An Actor's Life for Me," among several other Disney favorites. Lucky us!
It was perfect weather for a day at Disneyland. It was nice and cool, and at night, all you needed was a sweatshirt! The longest we waited for a ride was forty and five minutes, and that was for Indiana Jones (which we rode twice). We also rode Buzz Lightyear (twice, my scores were terrible), Star Tours, Honey I Shrunk the Audience, Snow White, Peter Pan, Mad Hatter Tea Cups, Winnie the Pooh, Mr. Toad's Wild Ride (fantastic by the way), Pirates of the Caribbean, The Haunted Mansion, and of course, Jungle Tour. We ate beef kebabs, clam chowder, churros, chocolate covered bananas, popcorn, and bought "ear hats" with our names embroidered on the back, and were ridiculously tired. Still, we still found the energy to shop from midnight till closing. Who knew? Who knew we could do all that on only a couple hours of sleep?
I liked the barber shop quartet, and the trash can drummers! I'm short, so the videos are not great, but you can still hear it!!!
It was decided that I was to pack a formal dress and comfortable shoes. Little did I know that I would be wearing the dress for no less than seventeen hours! It was a "theme" birthday celebration in Anaheim on Valentine's day! Messie Jessie was turning twenty and seven, and so we were "princesses" for the day and drew much attention in our formal attire! Rachel, never let a dull moment pass, as she frequently, no regularly, shared her "talent" for singing and expressing her excitement in a shrill, spine shattering voice, "DISNEYLAND!" Not only did she feel it important to remind us, and others that we were all still in Disneyland, but she also made it her goal to go noticed, and perhaps "be discovered." In her effort, she performed several patriotic favorites, "You're a grand ol' flag" among them, as well as her own personal renditions of "An Actor's Life for Me," among several other Disney favorites. Lucky us!
It was perfect weather for a day at Disneyland. It was nice and cool, and at night, all you needed was a sweatshirt! The longest we waited for a ride was forty and five minutes, and that was for Indiana Jones (which we rode twice). We also rode Buzz Lightyear (twice, my scores were terrible), Star Tours, Honey I Shrunk the Audience, Snow White, Peter Pan, Mad Hatter Tea Cups, Winnie the Pooh, Mr. Toad's Wild Ride (fantastic by the way), Pirates of the Caribbean, The Haunted Mansion, and of course, Jungle Tour. We ate beef kebabs, clam chowder, churros, chocolate covered bananas, popcorn, and bought "ear hats" with our names embroidered on the back, and were ridiculously tired. Still, we still found the energy to shop from midnight till closing. Who knew? Who knew we could do all that on only a couple hours of sleep?
I liked the barber shop quartet, and the trash can drummers! I'm short, so the videos are not great, but you can still hear it!!!
The day was fantastic, and I was completely surprised when I found out where we were going for the weekend! Thanks, Jessie! Thanks, Rachel! It was a great time! To finish this post, here is a video of the fireworks!!! Unfortunately, my camera does not do the fireworks display any justice whatsoever!!!
ej
Thursday, February 12, 2009
"Tapout" my Car
I don't name my cars usually, others generally decide on one for me, but my current car does not have a name, simply "Tapout." (I have a "Tapout" sticker on my rear window) I got this car after the passing of my grandmother, and I have enjoyed my time with this car.
Tapout came to me with a few minor issues, best I could tell, but over the past year or so, she has developed several increasingly challenging problems. I don't mind that she isn't a fancy car, or that I am still unsure what her original color is, or was, as things of that nature are simply aesthetic. It's a 1986 Toyota Camry, that I think may have sat for a long time unloved.
The other day I was cruising through the parking lot of my friends' apartment complex, and taking each speed bump with much caution (Tapout needs a front strut), as my rear end came slowly over the bump, I heard loud sounds coming from my "trunk." I figured I had some glass jars in my trunk that were broken. Of course, I keep many glass jars in my trunk, right? Well, come midnight, as my friend Mike is walking me down with all the Rockband gear I notice that my muffler and catalytic converter are sitting peacefully on the pavement. Mike being the guy he is, got down on the ground and took a look at the goings on below my trunk (Thanks Jaime for having such a good husband). He re-attaches the thing to the thingies, and I am on my merry way.
Two days later...
I am returning to Mike and Jaime's place to drop off a fantastic film (300 - the edited PG-13 version) I get halfway through their complex when I hear the muffler drop again, but this time instead of a "broken glass" sound, my car sounds like a race car! Not because it sounds like a finely tuned racing machine, but because it was so loud my ears ached. After talking to Jaime for a few minutes, and she even offering to help me out, I went down resolved to re-attach the thingy to the thingies on my own! Even after getting down and dirty (:)-) the sound was increasingly loud. By the time I got home, my ears ached so badly, and I had to keep my window down to keep from passing out from the exhaust! My car floor vibrated so much, my feet were still tingling as I walked to my door step.
Last night, my cousin came to listen to my car, and I hope that by the time I return from my weekend in who knows where, I will have a better performing car, as my cousin also promises to do a few other things to it to improve it's performance. I sure hope it doesn't die. That would be sad.
ej
Tapout came to me with a few minor issues, best I could tell, but over the past year or so, she has developed several increasingly challenging problems. I don't mind that she isn't a fancy car, or that I am still unsure what her original color is, or was, as things of that nature are simply aesthetic. It's a 1986 Toyota Camry, that I think may have sat for a long time unloved.
The other day I was cruising through the parking lot of my friends' apartment complex, and taking each speed bump with much caution (Tapout needs a front strut), as my rear end came slowly over the bump, I heard loud sounds coming from my "trunk." I figured I had some glass jars in my trunk that were broken. Of course, I keep many glass jars in my trunk, right? Well, come midnight, as my friend Mike is walking me down with all the Rockband gear I notice that my muffler and catalytic converter are sitting peacefully on the pavement. Mike being the guy he is, got down on the ground and took a look at the goings on below my trunk (Thanks Jaime for having such a good husband). He re-attaches the thing to the thingies, and I am on my merry way.
Two days later...
I am returning to Mike and Jaime's place to drop off a fantastic film (300 - the edited PG-13 version) I get halfway through their complex when I hear the muffler drop again, but this time instead of a "broken glass" sound, my car sounds like a race car! Not because it sounds like a finely tuned racing machine, but because it was so loud my ears ached. After talking to Jaime for a few minutes, and she even offering to help me out, I went down resolved to re-attach the thingy to the thingies on my own! Even after getting down and dirty (:)-) the sound was increasingly loud. By the time I got home, my ears ached so badly, and I had to keep my window down to keep from passing out from the exhaust! My car floor vibrated so much, my feet were still tingling as I walked to my door step.
Last night, my cousin came to listen to my car, and I hope that by the time I return from my weekend in who knows where, I will have a better performing car, as my cousin also promises to do a few other things to it to improve it's performance. I sure hope it doesn't die. That would be sad.
ej
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