Blog 6

I hate cars. No, I take that back. I hate mechanics. No, yet again I cannot say that either since my boyfriend is a mechanic. I will say this. I hate car dealerships and that includes the mechanics that work in those car dealerships. Why you might ask? Well, I just bought a 2007 Chevy Malibu with like fifteen thousand miles on it. It should not be broken with it being only a year old and not even close to having a lot of miles, right? Yeah, wrong! I took it in last week because it was making a popping noise when I turn, both left and right. Two days later, they call and say that it is fixed. They said they replaced the outer tie rods and the intermediate shaft. And that fixed the popping! WRONG! I am going to say this again, I HATE CAR DEALERSHIPS MECHANICS! I called back saying that there was still a popping when it was in park and when I turned the wheel to the left and to the right. That I wanted it fixed! By now, my blood is boiling just thinking about it. They tell me to bring it in and to show them! I HAVE TO SHOW MECHANICS HOW IT IS MAKING A POPPING NOISE! I keep telling myself to be calm!

So I took it in last night. The guy, I am guessing the lead mechanic, asked me to show him. So we walked out to my 2007 Chevy Malibu (I am repeating this because what the guy says next is going to make you laugh) and turned it on, left it in park, and turned the wheel back and forth. AGAIN POPPING NOISE WAS MADE! The stupid (I want to use a not nice word) guy tells me that the 2007 Malibu’s are SUPPOSED to make that noise!

OK, HERE IS WHERE I AM NOT GOING TO BE NICE (well I am going to kind of be nice, but I really do not want to be)! 2007’s OF ANYTHING ARE NOT SUPPOSED TO MAKE ANY NOISE WHAT-SO-EVER! I DON’T CARE WHO YOU ARE! YOU CANNOT EVEN REMOTELY TELL ME THAT THEY ARE! IT IS A YEAR OLD! NO FRICKEN WAY!

He tells me that they will have a look at it and see. I go home tell my boyfriend, Jesse (reminder: he is also a mechanic) what the guy said. Jesse said he would go back with me and if it was not fixed that he would do the talking and make sure it got fixed in a not so gentle manner. :D

Makes me wonder if the mechanic just does not know what he is talking about or if it was because I am a girl that he treated me that way. I guess we will find out when they call back and tell me if they fixed it or not!

Blog 5

The other day, my boyfriend, Jesse, and I were doing some waling because it was nice out and we both like to take nice long walks. We were just talking away and then the subject of cars came up because he has been looking to buy a Mustang. I was joking around and said, "How about a convertible?" He looked at me and said, "Ya, that's just what you need to be driving around in." I asked what he meant by that and he just said that he did not need guys hitting on me because of the car that I drive. Well after that it turned into a heated conversation about why I would not be able to drive it because guys would hit on me, but for him to drive it was perfectly fine. He continued on saying that "seeing a girl that was gorgeous driving a manual Mustang convertible would drive any guy crazy. And they would stare and make cat calls. He did not want to loose me because of some other guy. I pretty much laughed at him on this comment. I told him that he knew he could trust me and that i did not want any other guy. He seemed content with this response because he stopped walking and pulled me in for a hug and a kiss. When we were finally walking home he told me e was sorry and that he loved me very much. I love my boyfriends very much even when he tries and pulls stupid things like that. NO DOUBLE STANDARDS FOR THIS GIRL! If he can do it, you better believe that I will do it too, or at least attempt to try and do it!

Blog 4

Even though I know how to change my oil, I always take it some place to get it done. It is just easier since I work full time and am also a full time student with a social life. So it just tends to work better that way.
I took it to get changed, with it being a new car with only a little over three thousand miles and according to the dealer they had it changed right before I took it off the lot I still wanted to get it changed. I do not really trust dealers. I pulled it in the shop and told the men working there that I wanted an oil change and that is it. I went in after work so I had on a pair of heels and a business suit type outfit. About ten minutes later one of the men came out and said that I needed a new air filter (mine was dirty) and that I should think about having a transmission flush done (that my transmission fluid was a little discolored). I pretty much laughed at him and asked him how he figured a new car would need any of that. He kind of stammered and stuttered a little bit and then came up with the line, “If you do not want them to do it that is fine.” I laughed again and said, “No, I do not want it done. I am not stupid; I work on cars for pete sakes. Don’t treat me like some invalid that does not have the slightest idea when a transmission flush should be done or when my air filter should be changed.” He did not say a word after that.
After that, I will not go there again. I will do it myself. It makes me wonder if my boyfriend had taken my car in if he would have been treated the same way.

Blog 3

My dad bought my a new twelve gauge this past fall. I needed a new gun since I did not want to use my mussleloader. So he bought me one. I shot it once, man did it kick. For those that have never grown up around guns or ever shot one before; when you pull the trigger on a gun it recoils. This recoil makes the gun "kick." Anyways I went to a place called Bebers to get a scope put on it. When I walked in Bebers was packed, there were probably a dozen to a dozen and a half men there. No women. I did not walk in with my gun at first, so I was immediatly stared at. I walked over to the gun counter where the scopes are and made sure that they had the scope I wanted. Not even the man behind the counter said anything to me. They did; so back out I went to my truck to get my own gun. When I came back in the men that were just staring at me before were now either smiling and/or nodding in what seemed to be approval. I even had a younger man come up to me and start hitting on me. The man behind the gun counter then waited on me. He also sited in my gun. He told the man in front of me that he could not do it. Weird huh?!

As I was driving home, I started to think about the different reasons and ways that I was approached/not approached each time I went into Bebers. The first time I walked in no one really paid attention to me besides staring at me like "what is she doing in here" or "she should not bein here without a man with her." The second time I walked in, this time with my gun. They all seemed to approve that I was there. That it was ok that I was there.

Funny how a gun in my case, or another object in another, can change someones mind about why you are in a certain place, like Bebers.