I'm back, and feelin' goooooooood. Why? Hell if I know, life's been sucking since friday. Lost my winter pts, my cats been throwin up nonstop, my wife's car broke down for two days, and I got (temporarily) down to my last twenty bucks.
But it's been easy to deal. Did (this part deleted for opsec) at work. Got new pts, (damn those things are expensive, even used....) and a cool vietnam fatigues type field jacket. Ran twelve miles and a bitchin' hill to make up for some of the running I missed the last two days messing with her car.
Got a free tow, went to the junkyard and picked up a fuel pump for fifty bucks, and fixed my wife's car, which allowed her to work her second job delivering pizzas, turning the money thing around.....
This of course brings us to the gasoline part. On newer cars, the fuel pump sits in the gasoline tank, so you have to dump the gas, and take out the tank to get to it. So...........
I pull the drain plug and dump all I can, about half.........then unfasten the filler tube, the gas lines, put a floor jack under the tank, by this point, my arms well besmeared with gasoline.
I unbolt the straps, lower the jack, and................nothing. At least nothing until my true Wile E. Coyote type moment.
The tank had tilted a little, so I was able to start draining more fuel out. This goes on for a few minutes, when.............
ominous creak...........
oh shit...........
ominous creak.........
gotta get the floor jack in time..........
BANG!!!!!!! gush gush gush gush gush...............
about three or four gallons dump out the filler hole before I can get it upright, and my life flashes before my eyes as I'm praying please don't let it spark on the concrete, please don't let it spark when it hits the concrete. whew..............
But after that it got easy, although by this point I'm thoroughly doused. Yay. Put it all back together, and......Woohoo!!!!! I am the king of the Neon fuel pump, baby!!!!!
I'll never stop smelling of gasoline, no matter how much I wash though.......Ha!!! maybe I can sit next to that lady tommorow when we preform the Messiah who always bitches at every rehearsal that no one should wear cologne or perfumes to the preformance.
Still don't know why I'm feeling so good though. Maybe I'm bipolar.......right. Or maybe it's because I finally got a two day weekend...
More not necessarily personal blogs to follow.