This is me. Hair done, make up on, and dressed to go out on the town. It doesn't happen that often I put that much effort into my hair. (notice I said hair, I happen to love having make up on.)
I was raised that I was not going to learn anything about cars. My ex-step dad didn't want his "daughter working in a mechanic shop". So, he literally taught me nothing. My knowledge of tools (or lack of) is humorous. I, until recently, only knew a screwdriver and a hammer by name. There was the flat screwdriver and there was the four headed one.
When I got married to my ex, his brother in law forced me to change a tire. I didn't like it and complained the entire time. My hands got dirty with tire stuff... gross. Then I went back to my ignorance is bliss life and didn't have to mess with a car other than to start it and put gas in it. Life was great. Until....
I had to get my own car and no longer had a man in m life to do all the stuff for me. I learned cars needed an oil change (Literally didn't know that). Slowly I learned how to replace a headlight, tail light heck, I learned how to open the hood of my car. I was doing so good... if I could only keep that nasty black stuff off my hands.
Then big stuff started happening. Battery died and I had to replace that (Thank you Walmart for doing that). But I later learned and helped replaced the connector (terminal) to the battery.
So I made the journey to Ohio, from Texas. Got here car was great till one night after work, my car decided it didn't want to start. No warning, nothing. Just plum wouldn't start.
So I spend about 200 on a fuel pump that my new step dad and uncle said I needed.... nope still wouldn't start. So then they both say "coil pack". My boyfriend says coil pack and 2 other sources say the same thing. So, I spend another $200 for two little things to go in my car. Boyfriend puts one it, I put the other in and....
The battery is dead! Ugh... can a girl just catch a break?!
I attempt to take the battery out but, I am too weak and cannot do it. So, Boyfriend comes over and provides a battery charger. We hook the battery up to the changer and I go to sleep with thoughts of my car working again.
I woke up this morning (afternoon) and run down to the basement, unhook the battery from the charger, struggle to carry it up the stairs because, its a lot heavier than it looks. Grab my coat, because 37 degree weather is COLD, and go out to test my luck with the battery. Hoping it does work cause if it doesn't, a bottle of wine has my name on it. I put the battery in and......
....... drum roll please......
The damn car still won't start. This current moment I am 100% sure its the battery not hooked up right because the power locks aren't working. Now its not HARD to hook a battery up but, I guess I just wasn't mean to do car stuff.
So, the car will sit till tomorrow or later. Tonight is the opening of Harry Potter (yes, I'm bracing the late night world for a midnight showing, tickets bought on Saturday) Then me and the boyfriend work 3-11 everyday till Tuesday.
On a side note, Giz is getting a lot of sleep watching me do all this work.