Gojo Shower and Gasoline in the Face

Today Jason and I replaced my fuel pump. OMG that was such an ordeal. I do have to say though it was an overall good time. None of that bickering and one person doing all the work that lots of people run into.  It made me REALLY happy that we could work on something as an actual team.

First things first.....I ordered the part I thought I needed off line about 2 weeks ago. Well it turns out I got the in-tank fuel pump as opposed to the in-line (out in the open) pump. Yes that little thing is what I got. =( Totally not going to do the job. Little guy is like 1/5th of the size of the pump I needed. So off to Napa we go. Got the correct part for $170. The nice guy behind the counter gave me a military discount woot woot. Heck I even tried to get more off the price by smiling pretty and bouncing. Nope didn't work but hey I will take my 10% military discount.

So get home and jack up Gert, Jason is doing the whole "man" thing. When we start running in to some awesome design flaws. Like how there are 1200 screws and bolts all facing different directions and you have to figure out exactly which order to take them all off in to get the damn thing off at all. Finally we decided to leave the fuel pump on the metal plate and just disconnect all the wires first from the pump and the accumulator. That way we could put the damn thing down and look at it from the top not the bottom and on our backs. Boy was that a job. Ended up with me under the car pulling wires off and snipping lines. I guess somethings just need a bit of a gentler touch.
However I didn't have on gloves or eye protection (shame on me) and as I was working under there I got absolutely filthy. I am going to have to scrub my little girly hands for a week with a nail brush before I can even show them to anyone. So as I was under there it came to the point were we couldn't get this one hose off. So after much deliberation and a few texts to my favorite Volvo guru for advise, I ended up just cutting the line. I was not aware that this particular line wasn't just a rubber hose....it has a plastic lining. So when I cut, it didn't slice clean and the little bit of gasoline still in the line and under pressure sprayed out at me got me right in the face. Kind of like a hose with your thumb over it. SO SO lucky I covered it with my hand ASAP and didn't get any in my eyeballs. But I did wack my right cheek on the exhaust pipe and now have a little mark. Hope it doesn't bruise =/ 
After that and finally getting the old pump totally off the car and off the mounting plate the rest was fairly easy. Except for the fact that the new pump was a little smaller in diamiter then the old one and we had to figure out something to make it fit snug in the new bracket. Which Jason did and it was all perfect after that.
5 hours, lots of grease (hence why I felt the need for a Gojo shower) at least one bruise later Gertrude is up and running as she should. Now if only I could get a job to afford to feed her......

YAWN

So I couldn't come up with a decent title today....blah!  I am having a classic "Im a fucking girl so leave me the fuck alone or come bearing gifts" type day. I wish I could get my mood swings under control. Maybe they will leave me alone tomorrow. *fingers crossed*

I haven't ever done an In My Mailbox post but I was super excited about getting this soooo gaze upon my awesome gifts.......
Oh yea that is a 1982 Volvo repair manual. I got this from Paperback swap. WOOT WOOT! The awesome license plate is from the great and wonderful Bob Graham. Finally the envelope is the travel bug that I put on Gertrude. If you are familiar with geocaching you should know what I am talking about. Basically you can "track" where my car has been spotted. 

Today I went on another interview.....this particular interviewer told me "You look like a girl but you speak like a man" Which I take as a compliment. We were talking about tools and wiring diagrams. He was fairly impressed when I could ID some very basic things like a socket wrench and a bolt. Also when I told him I had plans to hopefully replace the fuel pump in my car this weekend. Another interesting point was as I was talking to the girl I am going to replace we started talking about homeopathic remedies and I gave her a few tips on how to assist with a UTI or a common yeast infection. I am such a horrible interviewer. They asked me to stay for birthday cake and to meet the owners father. All in all it went great, I ended up staying for about 2 and a half hours. When I finally took my leave I casually said "Cross your fingers the car starts" because of the fuel pump. So as I started my car, which started perfectly, I heard both the owner and the lady cheering from the door. =)
Man I hope I get a call back.
Then I went shopping over at the Salvation Army and a few other thrifty shops down on the consignment row. Got an Ice Cream scoop, some various kitchen utensils, about 10 books, and a decent sized George Forman grill all for $20. WINNING!

Found out today that I need to actually take my car to get smogged, FAIL it and then go back to the DMV to get my temp 60day registration. UGH! Such a pain in the butt!  Guess I will do that this weekend or next week. At least she hasn't had any starting problems since saturday.

We are hosting a Beer Pong Tournament this weekend. I am supposed to be making Jello Shots tonight, but I don't feel like going to the store by myself. BLAH

  I received a few awards a while back....Since I am so horrible at these type things I am doing it now.....Late like usual.

 This is from Mister Valance, I more so took it rather then it being given to me. I wanted to feel special and all that fun stuff. If you don't know of Mister V go check him out.

This was actually given to me. So thank you Kracken!
Sigh Now I have to list 7 things you lovely readers don't know about me.....

1) I really do not enjoy Asian food. 
2) I hate the term "Jelly" I.E. Are you Jelly of my awesome new iToy? (Jelly = Jealous)
3) I would rather let some one win an argument, rather then just continue going over the same thing.
4) It is my personal belief that heterosexual and homosexuals are fine, however bisexuals are just greedy and need to pick a team.
5) Job hunting sucks balls
6)The color pink is growing on me and I think it might be Chanel's fault
7)Dirty Hippies irk me, fake hippies also irk me.

Now I am tired and my brain hurts.......Those of you who wish this award please take it. I always feel weird bestowing it upon people and then pestering them to write about it too. So take and be happy!!
*wanders off to find that snickers I hid*

I have been doing alot of RAWRing

Seems like I have been doing a lot of RAWRing lately. I almost feel bad about it. I got the car things were great. Took it to the CHP to get inspected great. NOW It won't start and I have at least one blown fuse. So I called dad, trusty old dad. He suggested I go to the parts store and pick up a few things. Now you have to understand I have been around a few cars. I know my starter from my alternator, Im not Danika Patrick but I can handle the medium stuff. So I go to good old Napa and talk to the first counter person who is free. Happens to be a male (sigh) about my age (double sigh) who proceeds to talk to me like my barbie car just broke down.
Wanna Be Gear Head - "Are you sure you know what kind of car it is?"
Me - Yes you nimrod I know what kind of car it is......It is a 1982 Volvo 260, that means it has 6 cylinders, unlike the 240 which has 4 cylinders.
Wanna be - "Well hunny they according to my computer here {pats screen} Volvo didn't make a V6 that year. NO SUCH THING so are you sure you know what you are talking about?" 
Me - Yes I know what I am talking about,you know computers aren't always right. How about you just look up the 240 and tell me what I need to know because they are all the same with in the 200 class. 
Wanna be - You should just make sure you know what you are talking about, you know as a guy I could do that for you.....
I then realized that my inner monologue had turned into my mothers voice, when she gets angry and talks through her teeth. It was telling me to reach up and just smash his face in to the computer screen. I just got so aggravated I walked off to find the fuses. All I wanted from him was another suggestion as to what it might be that is causing Gert problems, but no because I have lady bits I MUST want to be hit on and have 0 car sense! RAWRRRR

So I found the things I wanted and walked back up to the counter to cash out. Mr. Wanna Be waved me over and I looked directly at him and shook my head no. I had 0 desire to deal with him again. Waited till another man was free......he is mid40s and missing his 4 front teeth. PERFECT! But really he was......My opening sentince was......Do you know how hard it is to get a straight answer about a part when all the guy wants to do is hit on you??
NG - Oh I see you met Wanna Be. Don't worry hun I have real answers.
Which he did. He suggested some things for me to check out and hooked me up with a shop that specialises in Volvo's in the area. WOOT WOOT!!
Saturday is the day I get to tinker with Gert again hopefully we can fix her with little to no more aggravation.