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Get your prancing shoes…

25 Jun

…and head on over to my new blog location!

For more info on the move check out the new blog or the previous post here.

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I’ve moved

24 Jun

Hey everyone! I imported all of my posts to Blogger today from WordPress. I’m finding that everything I want is over there. I also felt a little isolated from the best part (with a few exceptions) of the blogging community. I’m working on getting everything comfy, so if anyone has any tips/tricks/advice, I’m all ears! Right now you can find me here at hello-sundae.blogspot.com. I’m working on switching everything over to my domain hellosundae.com.

Also….(when you get there) look! I have Google Friend Connect. This was a huge reason for switching. I could have upgraded my wordpress blog, but after looking into it (and remembering the hassle Chris put up with doing it) I decided to pack my bags. Why didn’t I switch sooner? Someone else (who has not posted in years!) is using the name ‘hellosundae.’ Odd, right? I thought I’d invented it one late night back in March. Anyhoo, I sucked it up and added a hyphen. No one was using that one, so I am now.

I’m still @HelloSundae on twitter and my Etsy shop has remained the same. If I can’t get my domain to work with blogger I’ll set it so that it directs to my shop.

Hopefully everyone has great plans for this evening. Please be patient with my Hello Sundae is underconstruction!

Fill in the Blanks Monday

20 Jun
1.   The last movie I saw was Resident Evil: After Life. I watched it Thursday night. I also VERY recently just saw Avatar. I’m VERY behind.
2.  I want to fit into all the jeans in my closet. Even the little ones!
3.  Surprises are are good for the most part. Don’t “scare” surprise me though. I’m skiddish and I swing when I get scared!
4.  The best accessory is a smile. Yeah, I said it. I have Chronic Bitchface, but I do know that I look good in a smile. After that, a simple bracelet.
5.  My favorite warm drink is tea. Hands down. Mint, Chai, Early Grey… gimme gimme gimme.
6.  My favorite cold drink is (are) tea, beer, and wine. I like my white wine chilled, red slightly above room temperature.
7.  Currently loving my bracelets from Flourish, the new 311 song, oreos, and The Airborne Toxic Event.
 

Tutorial: How to change your car’s oil

17 Jun

This post started out as an outfit post. Not gonna lie. I’m so dorky and awkward sometimes that I thought it would be funny to do a “what I wear to change my oil” post. Then a liiightbuuulb (think Despicable Me) went off! Why not do a tutorial!?!

Loads of gals change their own oil. I’m not sure where I learned, I think it was the years growing up watching my uncles work on cars in their driveways. They were always filthy! I thought I’d show everyone how a girl gets it done! Here we go!

1. You need a car. Preferably one that needs an oil change…. like mine! Make sure the engine is cool. You should be able to touch the engine block and not get burned. This is very important!  Meet Optimus Kiwi:

2. Get your supplies. It helps to get them all at once so the job goes smoothly.

         1.) rags  2.) oil  3.) screwdriver, socket wrench, various sized sockets  4.)flashlight  5.) oil filter  6.) Jack  7.) Jack stands  8.) Drip pan and funnel (not pictured: water, have something to drink)

I like to have different sized sockets close by because I can never remember what size I need! Also check whether you need metric or standard sizes. My car is a Kia, so it uses metric. You don’t need the flashlight or the screwdriver,but they’re good to have just in case.

3. Put a brick behind each of your back tires. Find a good spot to put your jack. My car has a little round thing where the jack goes, usually this spot is in the center. Now, start jacking the car up! Go slowly though. Once you’ve got it up high enough place your jack stands under the car. There are also spots for these too. You’ll seem them

4. Now the fun part! Slowly lower the jack onto the jack stands and pull it out from under the car, out of your way. Shimmy under the car on your back and bring your wrench, sockets and drip pan with you. I just lay on the driveway but you can lay on an old yoga mat if you’d like. You shouldn’t wear anything that you don’t want to get messy.

Your going to be looking for your oil pan. You might want to look up on the internet or in your owner’s/repair manual before hand to find yours. Mine looks like this:

It’s the grey metal bit at the top. There’s a bolt on the oil pan. Match up the socket you need and then attach it to the wrench. My bolt is on the back of the pan, facing the rear of the car.

Once you’ve done that, position your drip pan underneath and loosen the bolt! It shouldn’t be too tight. Take the bolt out completely and let it drop into you drip pan.

Shimmy out from under the car and let the oil drain for a little. This can be a little messy. See? This is also why it is very important to only work on the car once it’s cooled. The oil can burn you.

5. Next, remove the old oil filter. This is definetly a part you’ll want to look up the location. Mine just happens to be in the tightest spot ever. They make wrenches to remove these, but a little elbow grease should suffice. Check and make sure your drip pan is underneath the oil filter too. The filter in my car is actually in line with my oil pan bolt, I don’t have to move the drip pan.

Remember I said you don’t need the screwdriver? Sometimes the oil filter it really hard to remove. Some body with muscles put it on too tight. This is where the screwdriver comes in handy. Stab the side of old oil filter with the screwdriver and use it as a handle/leverage to loosen the filter!

Once you get the oil filter off, put it in the drip pan to drain as well..

6. Once everything has drained, get out your new oil filter. Dip the seal into the old oil, like so:

Now, put the new filter on the car. Tighted it as hard as you can with your hand. This is a part on my car that is “hand tighten” only that way I can get it off next time!

7. Now it’s time to put the bolt back in the oil pan. The blot should have a washer on it. The washer can be metal or plastic. If yours is plastic like mine, make sure it is still in good shape (not cracking or melting).

Put the bolt back in and tighten it with your socket wrench. This is another one you want to “hand tighten.” Make sure it is tight enough that you can still get it back off, then tighten it a little more. It should take a little muscle to get this bolt off.

8. Phew! The hard part is over! With all your bolts tightened you’re ready to put the new oil in. Get your funnel and pour! Easy does it though. Pour slowly.

9.  Now your ready to pour your old oil into the empty container. Get you funnel and place it into the jug. Then, put the plugs back into your drip pan. Leave the one furthest from the pouring spout a little loose. It will keep the oil from “glugging” when you pour. This part is sometimes easier to do with a little help.

TaDa!!!! You’re done! Put the hood of the car down gently and get the jack. Put the jack under the car and lift it just enough so that you can remove the jack stands. Then lower the car down very slowly. Wipe up your tools and take your old oil into an auto parts store to be recycled! Pour kitty litter onto any spots you spilled oil in the driveway.

Now, hit the showers!

If you take care of your car, it will take care of you!

Just so ya know…

16 Jun

I have a lot to say

I am smart

Sometimes I’m wrong

I’ve lived through a lot

I eat too much cheese

I’m a sucker for paper products (cute little books and pens etc)

I hate birds, but I wish for wings that work

I used to love cleaning house

I love the sound of crickets in the house, it means my lizards are happy

I have freckles that hide during every season except summer

My car is pink

Eating meat reminds me of the cannibalism in the movie “Alive”

I cannot bend the tops of my ears, it’s gross

I can smell my nose ring

The sound of public toilets flushing scares me

My favourite book is Of Mice and Men

I love the smell of diesel

I miss the mountains

Yellow bikes and Blue bikes

15 Jun

 Chris and I have been logging some time on our bikes lately… and miles. I’ve been doing the 13 mile round trip hike to and from school about 2-3 times a week. Chris has even ridden to to school with me on his days off, or at least met me half way on my way home. It’s nice to have a riding buddy. Next week my goal is to ride to class all 4 days (no class on Friday). On Sunday evening we rode on the Pinellas Trail for a little more than an hour. It was a nice, leisurely ride. The ride to school is not. I push myself and for about an hour when I get home I feel “blah” but then I’m peppy!

Ps My bike is yellow and Chris’s is blue.

Daily Animal Doodle… Day 9-13

15 Jun

Day 9: Lion

Day 10: Giraffe

Day 11: Whale

Day 12: Donkey

Day 13: Sea Lion

Day 1 BearDay 2 FoxDay 3 PigDay 4 LlamaDay 5 Orangutan, Day 6 Kangaroo, Day 7 Sheep, Day 8 Hedgehog

Fill in the Blanks Monday

13 Jun
 
Since the weather is just about stifling here and warm everywhere else, this week’s theme is vacations!
1.   This weekend I’m going to Epcot! We’re doing the 6th (or 7th) annual Drinking Around the World and celebrating a few birthdays. 
2.  My last vacation was not really a vacation. We went to Disney and stayed in a hotel for the night instead of at Chris’s brother’s place. We go to Disney a lot anyway, but we were out of town for a few days and Chris took some time off work.
3.  My next vacation will be (hopefully) after graduation, if not before and I want to go back to Key West.
4.  My favorite way to relax is a glass of wine and a spankin’ new book. Or a glass of wine and a foot massage. Or a glass of wine and a movie. Or a glass of wine and a spankin’ new book at the beach. (See any patterns here?)
5.  When vacationing one should always take loads of pictures and an extra duffel bag for all the extra goodies one might find. 
6.  When vacationing one should never try so hard to stick to a schedule that all the fun is zapped out. Have a list of the things you want to see and do, prioritize “want to do the most” and “it’s ok if we don’t get to it” and just go from there! 
7.  The best part about a vacation is the first night away and the first night back home. The first night away you can truly let your hair down because “YEAH! You’re on vacation!” and the first night home because you can sleep in your own bed and you know you have clean towels and coffee.

2 hour vacation

11 Jun

Last night was just what I needed. A little time to forget about school for a few minutes and spend some time with Chris. It was just like old times. We had burritos and mango margaritas in the back yard. Mmmm Oh and chips and salsa con queso. After dinner Chris had a cigar and I may or may not have had a little too much to drink.

This made me vomit salt from mine eyes…

11 Jun

This was a discussion post to my American lit class. I cried lots. Ask Chris. Ask Cheetara. Ask Cinque. He’s still hanging out in bed with me.

“As an OIF veteran , one of the two (or maybe three) in this class, I’m having a hard time wrapping my head around any of the pieces we looked at this week. I understand them, that’s not the problem, I just cannot think of a way to respond to them or anyone’s posts on them so that you may understand without thinking I’m completely crazy. This might sound like a cop-out to some, but when you can fill in my size 4 combat boots, we’ll talk. The title alone of Taggard’s “To the Veteran’s of the Abraham Lincoln Brigade” first made me think of the sweaty hours I spent waiting for a flight in Kuwait. I was reading Harry Potter (Deathly Hallows) and it made me think of Dumbledore’s Army. The kids at Hogwarts would do anything to stand up for what they thought was just, they even formed a militia in support of their ideals. February 11, 2001. I joined a “militia” very similar to this at the age of 17. I thought I was going after the “bad guys” and I had not even graduated high school yet. I wanted to graduate early, but when the papers needed to be signed, everything was based on a moral decision. The principle of my high school would not let me graduate early because he feared my blood on his hands if something happened to me. I went along in my military career for another four and a half years before I finally made it overseas. I joined to “fight the fight,” just like the non-spanish speakers in Taggard’s poem. While George Bush was waging the war on terrorism I knew nothing about Islam. It never even occurred to me that it was a religion until a few months before I started to train at Ft. Dix to go in the combat zone. Silly right? I was as naïve as the kids in Taggard’s poem. I just wanted to get the “wrong doers.” I wanted to catch (kill) the commies and make America proud. It wasn’t until my tour in Iraq that I was aware of my mental illness, obsessive compulsive disorder. Until then I thought I was picky, but my battle buddies told me I was crazy and my that rituals were cumbersome. This in particular reminds me of FDR’s speech “The Four Freedoms” because the “freedom” I am most grateful for is the “freedom from fear.” From my first month in Iraq on I was afraid. I acted big and tough (and still do), but on the inside I knew that that the Cinnabon I got after a 2 hour bus ride had to be eaten from the the center out. I never knew if a mortar would  hit our bus or if our bus driver was evil and would cart us off base. All I knew was that I would probably die without yumminess of the center of a Cinnabon bun in my tummy. I also (knew) thought that my roommates on post and loved ones at home would be disgusted to know that my uniforms were folded sloppily. I also felt that if I didn’t maintain some sort of routine and order in the middle of chaos, I might lose part of my self. This was and still is fear that we should never have to live through. The freedom from fear is something I dream of everyday. The idea that I might disappoint someone whom I care for is a constant fear. I believe that by giving up a part of my life I may have given someone else a bit of peace.”