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Well, these past few weeks have been eventful, slightly.
WOW.
I got into World of Warcraft, and I've been playing on the Horde side because the Alliance characters on the PVP servers are jerks. They have nothing better to do than come into Horde Territory, or just merely shank horde characters in anything goes areas. James and I were running through one of the areas by Ashenvale, so this one 26 mage thought it would be nice to actually chase after us even though he made no sign we wanted to fight. We just ran in the opposite direction, and they followed. They ended up turning James' level 27 into a sheep and went after me when I was level 24. I ended up getting all in his face and stuff since mage's armor is basically toilet paper, used mana tap, and basically slaughtered the dude when James decided to unsheep himself. It isn't really good to go against two paladins close to your level when they are retri spec'd. We could have camped the corpse, but we were nice.
James ended up dying one day fighting beasts, so I went to go revive him after signing on. The first thing I see on that road in Ashenvale again is another alliance character, a level 27 hunter of what ever race it was, chasing another horde member in the opposite direction than me. They immediately stop following that member and start hunting me. The thing he screws up on is not shooting me with his arrows, yet having that marksman thing on me. I right clicked and turned my sights around to see the bastard was stalking me, so I whipped my character around and started hammering his ass with my paladin skills. Did you know most hunters suck at melee attack? The pet they had didn't even hurt me. Let's just say I didn't have to heal at all during that fight even though he was like about three levels over me? I'm new to the game, you know, but killing my first ally was fun. It made me want to do it again because I got four honor points out of it. The thing that did me in was after the battle when one elemental and a beast decided to attack me together, when I was still trying to heal and restore my mana. I guess they caught me off guard or something, too. They were a few levels higher than me. So, it was really James who came to revive me.
Cars and other junk.
Well, we only have one vehicle to maintain now. My 1994 Nissan Altima SE that my mother gave me, the one she got from a shade tree mechanic, decided to die. Not really, the head gasket decided to go, the heater core blew, one of the cv axles was bad (we replaced the other one), it had an exhaust leak, and so many other problems that we just decided to sell it for about two hundred dollars. So that's what happened with that, which now makes James mad at one of the people who calls themselves a mechanic over at Volvo.
The truck is the one thing that we've been maintaining mostly. What kind of truck? A 1994 F150, with a straight six engine. The serpentine belt got replaced since it was showing signs of dry rotting, we're currently fixing the ac in it since James is certified in doing that, the engine is eventually going to be rebuilt when we get the money for it and get around to doing it but that's going to be a long term thing (held off for later). We had a good deal on tires for the truck, as well as the differential for it. Yes, the differential decided to go out so we had to throw down about three hundred and sixty dollars to get that fixed plus another ninety-eight for brakes and stuff. I helped with bleeding the brakes two nights ago.
I think it's kind of romantic now to work on cars with James. One of the first things we did together was work on his truck to fix his oil pressure problem. It feels good to enjoy the fruits of your labor, right? Granted getting metal splinters in your fingers isn't always a good thing.
I'm eventually going to get myself a better car though for a decent price. There is one specific type I'm kind of keeping my eyes on for right now which is the Honda Civic. With an economy like this? The gas prices rising? You'll need a car like that or a scooter. So far I haven't driven since February of this year, and the only thing I've tried to learn during that time period was manual. I am not fond of manual, though I know it's the better of the two between owning manuals and automatics. Owning a manual car is less expensive than owning an automatic, and I guess I can see why but I like being simple and not worrying about shifting wrong and keeping the clutch down when I take my foot off the gas. Maybe I'll get used to it, I don't know.
Of course you probably know this by now but we were working on ![[info]](http://www.scribbld.net/img/userinfo.gif) kiokushitaka's car a little bit to fix her oil leak problem after we got done with bleeding James' brakes. In a previous post you can see my "minor" hatred for WalMart. The next thing we should be looking forward to is the spark plugs, wires, and that belt that needs to be replaced but that's going to be a little bit later. Good thing is all of that won't really cost an arm and a leg like James' differential that decided to go out on the same day she decided to come over. Sheesh. Two people, James and Jeremy (a co-worker at his job) ended up starting and finishing the whole back end of the truck with a fellow mechanic, Walter, all in one hour and fifty seven minutes. That, friends, is really fast compared to most mechanic shops around here. They were trying to go as fast as they could (because they were at work and taking a lunch to do that), but made sure that everything was where it had to be. :|
Family things.
My mother is currently out on the truck. She's thinking about taking some home time see the baby and be around the family for a while. She's been out of state for a long time just traveling around the United States, getting peeved off with the other drivers she had to go night and day with. She actually called me up today somewhere around 4:30pm to tell me she passed her trucking test. What does this mean? She's going to be getting her own truck. I knew she could do it, even though she was unsure of her backing up skills in an eighteen wheeler. I probably would be intimidated, too.
I suppose I know the feeling since I took the GED without even studying and barely passed the math portion, but all together that one day I finished the GED an hour earlier than everyone else. I guess that's just me. I figured I had two other times I could take the GED, and if I passed everything else except for the math I could just take the math over but luck was on my side and I didn't have to go back. I couldn't really celebrate there with all the people around me wanting me to tutor them the GED while the teachers were also asking me to give them an idea of the GED because I knew what was expected and what not. I only helped out one person, tried to scan the practice book as much as possible but the girl still failed. I mean, come on, the Writing and English portion is easy. The math portion? I didn't really like it. One part was "simple" where you couldn't use the calculator, but the other part of the math required you to use it. Well, you could use it to your advantage. I didn't like dealing with the ratios, myself. I'm still surprised I passed. And I guess the writing portion of it was easy because look what I've been doing here, I've just been really picky about how I worded things in that hour time-period. I guess I gave myself more time when I rushed through the reading portion. I am actually pleased with my overall score even though one girl at the place tried bragging about her score even though she was fifty points lower than me. Haha, I just gave her that moment of happiness even though she was below me at my "not even trying to pass" phase. To be honest? I'm glad I got out of there immediately.
Yeah, I left Montgomery Job Corp Center in April 2007 during their little "Easter Vacation" even though the counselor over the business tech students got a little butthurt. "You only came here for the GED?" Well, yeah, I did. Everything else I was doing there reminded me too much of the times I was in BST back in Gainesville High School, and the things I didn't know the teacher wouldn't even help you with even though you were trying to figure out the book, and basically the teacher got scolded for not being a teacher. I should have chose the legal secretary class, but oh well... at least the skills are paying off now that I got a job as a paralegal's secretary.
More good news about the family is that I'm actually having a kid of my own. My brother, Charles, was the first one to actually have the first grandchild to my mother, but I'm the only daughter, so I suppose that means a little more? I don't know. My mother seems to be a bit thrilled over the fact I'm having a kid, and so does my biological father. Out of the two of my parents, my mother has been the most supportive. Both of my brothers are off doing their thing. John is in college, Charles is working and taking care of my niece.
As far as my kid goes though, I have about 46 days left of this pregnancy and I am honestly glad that these are my last couple of days. The whole pregnancy thing is a nice thing, but I've waited long enough and I've been kicked and stretched a lot. Right now I want to know exactly what I'm having (because I can't really trust the ultrasound things since someone said James' sister was originally supposed to be a boy. I'm sure you can see why I am a bit skeptical, but I'm going to love my kid regardless of the gender. Being pregnant was one of those things in my life that made me actually feel alive.
There was a day back in February that one dude decided he was going to tailgate us in one lane when we were going to pick up and fix my P.O.S. car that was at the Exxon gas station up on 54. We made it to the DriveRite after switching lanes, stopped for another guy who was making a left turn. During those seconds of sitting there we heard this really bad noise, so James and I looked at each other confused. Thud. The guy who was previously tailgating us in the other lane slammed into us after trying to slam on his brakes. Obvious people who don't pay attention and follow too close shouldn't be on the road. The ambulance came, people took me out of the F150 and put me on the stretcher. You probably wouldn't know how i was feeling on that day when I had to go to the hospital, fearing for the life of my unborn child. The guy in the Nissan who slammed into us wanted us to leave the scene saying "nothing is wrong with your truck." Sure, nothing was wrong with the truck but the fact the seatbelt tightened around my stomach was another story. The guy shut up when James flat out fold him. The police weren't happy with the guy who rear-ended us either. It turns out the guy who slammed into us wasn't even driving his own car. He was 26 years old from another county, driving his what seems to be mother's car. Not only does the dude have to pay more insurance, but he also got a ticket, and he had to fix the damage on his mother or wife's car. The only thing wrong with James' truck was that the Nissan King Cab (that's what they called it in the police report but James said it was something else) had it's wind shield wiper fluid and some paint on his bumper. It looks like the guy had to replace his whole front end, get a new radiator, and a lot of other things.
I stayed in the hospital for a few hours, completely miserable. I wanted to know what the condition of my kid was in. At least I found out what the expected due date was though. Turns out that the kid was alright after strapping something on me, and then giving me my first ultrasound. At about 10:30pm they released me, and I got out of the wheel chair and just walked over to James first (since he was waiting there with my mom), and hugged him. I was relieved, but I still had tears in my eyes. Now it's months later and the kid is still doing fine. Apparently it's supposed to be a boy, but like I said before... I'm a bit skeptical.
I'm truly excited about what's going to happen in or around August. People say that having a kid automatically means my life is going to be over. No, ... it's not. I'm just introducing something into the world that can help me annoy the people around me.
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