BaronBomb Part II

I spoke with the bank lady in regard to the BaronBomb. She's trying to find the beast, and once she does, Morgan and I can inspect the car prior to paying the $400 to get it back. I'm excited. Even though the car was a piece of shit half the time, the other half it was a lot of fun to drive. Plus, since it won't be my only means of transportation this time around, I won't be as irritated by it overheating and all the other BaronBomb things it was so good at doing. It'll be parked at my Mom's house (she can't drive a 5-speed, HA) and will wind up being our parts hauler. Morgan got a kick of the suggestion, but it's true. Since the car's a convertible, we can put the top down, and hang parts out of the backseat. It'll wind up giving us much more room than TruckBird, as long as everything is secured. I think it's a good idea, no matter how hard he laughed at me.

Instead of taking advantage of the empty bed (Morgan fell asleep on the couch,) I'm on the Internet. LAME.

I woke up this morning (Monday) and couldn't walk. Physically my legs worked fine, but my hips weren't cooperating. I crawled to the bathroom (Morgan had left for work so he couldn't help me,) and tried to sleep some more. I made dinner around 6PM, then sat on the couch for a couple hours. When I finally laid down, I slept for an hour or so, got up to pee then laid down again. Upon stretching, I heard some nasty crack-pops from my hip/tailbone areas, and I can now walk fine. My crotch (is it called the "crotch" on women?) still hurts from everything moving around, but I can at least walk pretty normally. I think I overdid it this weekend with the trip to Mansfield and 2 hour jaunt in the junkyard on Saturday, then grocery shopping for 2 hours on Sunday.

I should probably sleep.

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Return Of The BaronBomb?

Heh, my longtime readers will remember the BaronBomb. For those of you newbies, I'll write a brief recap of the BaronBomb legacy. I bought the BaronBomb in November of 1998, right after I totaled my Porsche. Actually my DAD bought the BaronBomb, I made the huge $115/mo car payment. When I got the Bomb, it had 74K miles and was 6 years old. Power everything, with leather interior, convertible, 5-speed and a turbo. Yes, a turbo. It was a great little car for a month or so, then my ex-husband (now deceased) poked a hole in the radiator. The Baron overheated, and never stopped. Fast forward to April of 2002 and my Dad is dying from cancer. He decided to have a new engine installed in the BaronBomb so I'd have a dependable car. Practically everything else on the car was new (including complete front end, brakes, tires, top, fuel lines, brake lines, exhaust) so he rightly assumed I'd have a great car. Heh, not so much. Montrose Chrysler in Louisville fucked my car up. $3200 later the car still overheated. 4K miles the head gasket blew. 10K miles the head gasket blew again. They replaced the lifters, about 5 thermostats, etc. My Dad died and that car was still a piece of shit. Long story short, I sued Chrysler under the Lemon Law, and WON. I felt I had no other option; I'd given those fucktards many opportunities to correct the problems, and they refused to do so. Anyway, I had the car and could drive it, but I couldn't drive it over 60MPH or it'd overheat, couldn't get stuck in traffic or it'd overheat, etc. I was working at Pro Car Auto Group by this time (summer of 2003) and was making great money. I had the 88 GTI ($1500, out of my "sued Chrysler" money,) and I also had a 98 Malibu. I drove the Malibu to work (100 miles each way) and the Baron was driven very little. I'd drive it once in a while just to get all the crap blow out of the engine, but didn't drive it a lot. OK, my birthdy is the end of September and I needed to renew the plates on the Baron. I couldn't do so; it was in my Dad's name and he was dead. I called the finance company (National City) and they said unless I paid it off that day ($713) I wouldn't be able to get plates before they expired. I quit Pro Car by that time and was a broke ass again, so I didn't have the money to pay off the car. I made my last payment September of 2003, and turned the car over to the bank November of 2003. Fast forward to this past Friday, and we have the BaronBomb quite possibly making a return. I received a letter saying I (when I say "I" I mean my Dad, but since he's dead, I have to take care of the car account) owe $713 on the car. Hello, turned it in 2.5 years ago. So I called the bank, and after a bunch of explaning and yelling they got the point. The lady I finally talked to was really nice, and told me the car is in Cleveland at a storage area. She has to track down which storage area it's in, I can pay $400 to satisfy the loan and they'll let me have the BaronBomb. Oh yes, I may get the Bomb again. As long as it'll start and it's in the same condition as when I gave it back, I'll pay the $400 and get it back. Baaaaaaaaaaaahahahahhaahahha.

I picked up my new glasses Friday, and my old frames promptly broke in a fit of jealousy.

Morgan has another Iroc hood. We drove to Mansfield yesterday to pick it up, then stopped at the junkyard on the way home. Yeah, that was fun.

Gah, I need to get to the grocery store and Target before I decide to stay home today.

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Oh Holy Crap

Morgan and I went to the Olive Garden tonight for dinner. We'd went to the mall for a little money wasting, and I didn't feel like going to the grocery store, then cooking. So off to the Olive Garden we went. Oh holy shit, the Stuffed Shells W/Shrimp are sooooo good. Seriously, I could eat them every day for the rest of my life. Morgan had the Chicken Parmigian, which he gets all the time. It looked good, but the shells were fucking pimp. OK, I'll stop now.

I have a Nine Inch Nails record hanging on the wall. I don't know what that says about us, but it probably isn't good.

Blah.

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Blah, Blah, Blah

I shouldn't have checked Nordstrom's website. There's a new Dooney and Bourke bag, and it's hella cute. I won't buy the purse, but the wristlet is only $45 and perfect for car shows, when we go to the Chamber and/or concerts.

In other purchase news, my Mommy bought us these sheets for our new bed. Aren't they cute? The best part is they were only $19! She bought a set of green ones for herself. I really liked the peeeenk set, but figured I'd spare Morgan the agony. See, I am nice. We're not getting a new bed bed, just a new mattress. The headboard I have is fine, and only about 5 years old, so no need for a complete bed.
Also at Target (of course,) I found the perfect DVD/VHS/CD storage thingie. I needed a unit (heh, unit) no higher than 5' because of the ridge we have going around our wall. It's cool for sitting stuff on, but limits the height of any furniture against the wall. Oh well, that piece is by Sauder and it's only $70.

Have I mentioned how much I love Target?

Why am I watching Duel for the 70 billionth time?

My friend Jenny got herself a new tattoo today. I must admit I'm jealous as all shit. I want a couple more, but have no idea what I want. Not to mention the fact my tattoo guy won't tattoo me while I'm pregnant. I wouldn't want to get a tattoo right now anyway; I'd probably go into labor.

It's snowing and needs to stop.

Blah, guess I'll finish up my homework, write out the grocery list and watch the movie.

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Baby Update

Seems as though I have myself a slight case of pre-eclampsia (or toxemia.) The doctor says it isn't too bad, but we need to monitor it closely. "Monitoring closely" consists of doctor visits and ultrasounds every two weeks until I have the baby. In better news, the baby is fine (all the test results were negative,) and I have no icky diseases, including HIV, herpes and hepatitis. We're both disease free and healthy except for the pesky pre-eclampsia. Hopefully it doesn't cause any problems.

Knight Rider is on Sci-Fi and Trio! I must exchange the DVR so I can annoy the piss out of Morgan with Knight Rider reruns.

Woo, instead of buying a 4th Gen Camaro, we're buying a digital camcorder. I figured this model is the best for us because it supposedly takes movies in low light. We're going to use the camcorder primarily at night, so this is an important feature.

How I wish our new couch were in stock...

Blah, I'll go back to bed, but if Morgan's still snoring I won't get any sleep.

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Woo!

We received our new phone today. Hopefully it's better than our old one which makes me want to throw it against the wall on a daily basis.

I need a nap.

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The Couch

Here's a photo of the couch we bought yesterday. Yeah, it's not the best cause it's a camera phone photo, but everyone can get the gist of things.

Additionally, the Birdy had another milestone today, and he's running fine. Woo.

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Public Service Announcement

This post is for all you car thieves out there. So you know, newer Camaros and Firebirds can't be stolen without their ignition key. There's a chip in the key, which corresponds with the Pass-Key system. Use the wrong key and the car won't start. It may also activate the timer for ignition kill, which lasts anywhere from 3 minutes to, I believe, 12 minutes. Every time you try starting the car with the wrong key, it'll keep adding time to the ignition kill timer. To recap, NEWER 3RD GEN FBODYS CAN'T BE STOLEN WITHOUT THEIR KEY.

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Where's The W-2's?

It'd be nice if Morgan's W-2's would arrive so I could file his taxes (I use TurboTax's free file.) He's supposed to get a refund of around $500, and I'm getting a whopping $197! I'm sure he'll use his refund for car stuff, and I'll probably wind up putting mine in our checking account. We will not buy another car! No we will not!!! I find it amusing the general public thinks people (like us) drive 3rd gen Camaros and Firebirds because we can't afford any better. Um, no. We could have purchased a new, or almost new car, but then we'd have a car payment. And only two cars. And new cars, for the most part, suck ass. We have 4, count them, FOUR cars. All are paid for. All run well and can be trusted to go anywhere. 3 of the 4 are virtually rust free. Our car insurance is $102/month. And we don't have any car payments. Take that, people who scoff at our cars!!!!

Went to the laundromat today and had the usual rip-roaring time. At least the clothes are washed now.

The big news...We bought a couch! Our first major purchase together, awwwwww (if you don't include the red RS we bought in November.) It's black leather, but won't be available for delivery for 3-4 weeks. That blows ass, but at least we can look forward to our new couch. We're getting a new mattress tomorrow thanks to my Mom. For her birthday she's going to buy us a new mattress. Makes complete sense...

I'm feeling much better today so I think I was blessed with a bout of the 24 hour flu. Thank goodness it was only the 24 hour kind. A friend of mine had some crazy stomach flu that lasted a week. A WEEK!!! I'd have shot myself, or drown myself in the potty.

I still haven't exchanged our DVR/cable box for a new one. I really should do that tomorrow since the hard drive went bad, what, two weeks ago? We don't have to pay for the replacement, the one good thing about cable, but I will have to stand in line I'm sure. Gah, I hate standing in line.

I'm taking the Birdy to my Mom's house tomorrow. This will be his second significant trip (more than 5 minutes round trip) since the cap and rotor replacement. If he behaves tomorrow I think I can pronounce him cured. Woo!

Blackie needs wheel bearings something fierce. The noise is getting way too annoying; I'm so glad that's not my daily driver. Firebirds are way cooler anyway.

OK, then. I'm going to watch some show on torture (History Channel) then go to bed.

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Yeah, Sure

NASCAR is such a redneck sport. I caught the last 5 minutes of some NASCAR thing on Speed, and I'm still giggling. The Barrett-Jackson auto auction is on all this week. Since I have to miss the Detroit Auto Show this year, Barrett-Jackson is my entertainment.

Apparently I have the stomach flu. Without going into gory details, I was up all night, and on the potty pretty much all of today too. I called my gyno/ob doc since I had an appointment today at 3:30PM, and she said I'm not supposed to leave the house. My appointment is rescheduled for Monday at 11AM. I get to sit here all evening, hoping my stomach doesn't begin revolting.

How does my $75/month cell phone bill wind up being $103/month? There were no usage fees, nor were there any ringtone purchases, yet it's almost $30 more than it should be. I love cell phones.

OK, I'm watching TV now.

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Downtime

TheLawnBunny.com will be down until GoDaddy is finished with the domain transfer. I was going to let it go, but decided to keep it one more year. Besides, all I do with the name is point it to ThePooper anyway.

Still waiting on my jewelry purchases. I'm half afraid some nitwit in the building received the packages and kept everything. Our mailman is a fuck and always puts our mail in the wrong boxes. I'm also waiting on a new belt purchased on eBay, and my Sesame Street address labels (they match our checks.) Gah, I hate waiting...

It's over 50 degrees today; wooooooohooooooooo! It's supposed to be nice until Saturday, then it's going to get cold and snowy. Still, over 50 degrees in January? IN OHIO?! I'll take that.

My Mom is buying me a new bed tomorrow. Apparently she's tired of me bitching about our current one, so she's getting me a new mattress. I won't know how to act with a new bed. Maybe I'll actually sleep!!!

Should I bust out sandals for school tonight? Oh, I think I will.

I forgot to mention this when it happened. Anyway, a couple weeks ago (day after Christmas, actually) I was strolling through Target and decided to inquire about their Crest WhiteStrips gift sets. I located a Target employee, and asked him/her (I couldn't tell, but I think "it" was male) where the gift set would be located. I was answered with a blank stare. Then he/she started walking. I followed. After sashaying toward the toothpaste aisle, he/she said "I dunno where they are. Maybe we're, like, sold out." All the while he/she was trying his/her hardest to be the EmoLiveJournalWhoaIsMe Poster Child. I wanted to smack him/her. I'm sure he/she posted something in their LiveJournal about a mean customer, and they have no idea why the customer was mean to them. Fucking moron.

Well my tummy's rumbling, and I have to take my blood pressure too. School tonight, yay!

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Just In Case

I've found my wedding dress, now I have to get someone to marry me (hint.)

Morgan and I are going to an FBody party this Saturday. It'll be outside unless the Ohio weather gets really nasty, then it'll move inside. It should be quite interesting.

School is going OK. It's pretty much the same thing as Comp 1; same assignments and stuff, so it should be easier than Comp 1 as far as getting everything completed on time.

Morgan and I both have dentist appointments tomorrow (Wednesday.) Won't that be fun? My appointment is at 10:40AM and his is at 5:30PM. Neither of us have ever had a cavity, so I hope that streak will continue.

My next gyno visit is January 18. Hopefully I'll have another ultrasound pretty soon to determine how big this monster is getting.

Poop and blah.

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Bah

Lets all celebrate my blood pressure returning to normal. I sooooooooo want this. Someone be nice and buy it for me, please???

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I Have Returned

After a slight case of death, I've returned to the blogging world. Wednesday afternoon I went to the doctor to have my blood pressure checked. Still high, but not as bad as it had been Tuesday night. The doctor thinks it's probably because of the bronchitis, but we're playing it safe anyway. That means I'm on a diet, yay me. I can have baked chicken, fish or steak, veggies, fruit and no sweets at all. No potatoes, no pop and only 4 pieces of bread a day. The upside is I'm going to have the baby early. Like end of March early. The doctor said if I make it to 37 weeks she'll be delighted, but realistically we need to prepare for the end of March/first week of April. For those of you playing along at home, my due date is April 27. Why all this talk of me delivering early? Because the baby's huge, that's why. I'm 6 months, but measuring at 7.5 months. When the obstetrician says "You're going to have a huge baby boy," you can probably count on a monster. Hopefully I'll have him via C-section which is what I've wanted all along.

As far as a name, I've chosen Morgan Cronus, but there's been no comment from the Morgan gallery. Cronus was a Greek Titan and Zeus' father. Look it up.

Our hot water heater started leaking sometime this week, and we just noticed it last night. Morgan went into the second bedroom closet, and the carpet was soaked. After establishing the fact that I didn't spill anything on the floor, he decided to investigate further. Sure enough, the hot water tank was dripping away. We called the landlord at 8:30 last night, and he didn't leave until almost midnight. I did, however, get a brand new hot water tank with an even larger capacity than the old one. Wooo!

The Birdy is pimping his new hood. The only bad thing is the big-assed cowl bump is all in my line of vision.

I locked myself out of the apartment yesterday, and had to wait over an hour for Morgan to get home from work. I rule.

Tonight we have an exciting evening of grocery shopping, drill shopping and dining out. Sounds fun, doesn't it?

I need a nap.

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Croak Part Deux

I made a return visit to the Immediate Care center this evening. Sure enough, I have bronchitis. I have three prescriptions that need filled tomorrow, and I have to visit the gyno/ob doc since my blood pressure was 150/100. Not good. My prescriptions include cough syrup with codeine. Can I even take that shit while pregnant? Guess I'll find out tomorrow.

I have boogers, lots and lots of boogers.

I should go to bed.

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The Transformation Begins

We got the cowl hood for my car. Morgan and Aaron are out there swapping them right now. I'm so excited!

I went to the Immediate Care center on Friday evening. Allegedly I have a virus, but the doctor also said I could be developing bronchitis. Um, OK? I thought yellow and green boogies indicated an infection, but I'm not a doctor, so all right. More interestingly, my usual 120 over 60 blood pressure was 132 over 92. Yeah, that's fucking great. So I have to go back tomorrow and have my blood pressure checked again. If it's still high I have no idea what they're going to have me do. Gah.

OK, I'm finished.

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