Getting Old and dealing with machines
Damn I still hurt. It has been two weeks and now it seems I will be paying for it for quite a bit. Two weeks ago a friend of mine and his brother went to a local paintball field and well shoot each other for a few hours. Well much fun was had by all. However on the speed ball field my foot caught and anchor for one of the inflateable walls. 250 Pounds hit the ground with a resounding thud. Ok I'll admit it hurt a lot. I just didn't think that I cracked a rib or two. Guess I was wrong. Monday the 23rd my birthday I went to see Episode III. Over all it was a good flick answered the questions that I had. Tuesday I had to head to the Mcguire Nuke plant to get my NRC training updated. On the way home my Van decides that "Hey jerk wad I am for city driving only." and pitches a fit ending with my Oil Pump dying. No big deal I thought, I could fix that easily. However the worthless engineer fucks at Ford decided to put the damn thing inside the oil pan. To fix it it would require that the engine be demounted and the oil pan dropped. I don't have an Engine Wench and it would be 800 bucks to have someone else fix it. It's not worth plugging that much cash into something that may drop the rear tranny at any time. Shit I didn't need this. I don't have the cash on hand to buy a used car out right nor can I swing the payments that a new car would have. Well with 1200 bucks from a friend I decided to look for a good used car. Used car salespeople seem to be slimer than senator. I still trust them more than I do Doctors. At least with them you know that you are being screwed. Well I finally found a good one. It's a 1998 Z24 that has been kept up very well. I can turn this thing into a fine litte tuner, however I am not going to "Rice" it out. Well once that had been done I had a Dr. appointment. Now I am on High Blood Pressure medicine and I get to go for a Sleep apnea test on the 4th. Guess that happens when you get older. Oh well thats life in the big city