RedDaddy is now off on Friday's...of course, he's off a little everyday. Ba-Dum-Bum!
So this past Friday his plan was to change the fuel pump in our mini-van. My husband is a gear-head extraordinaire so this job was not beyond his capabilities. However...there's always a however, isn't there? However, it was a little beyond his equipment.
In order to replace the fuel pump on our particular mini-van, one must remove the gas tank. RedDaddy, being the highly intelligent man that he is, thought to run it as close to out of gas as possible. This made it easier to maneuver (please note: easIER, not to be confused with easy).
He removed the tank, replaced the pump, and was then ready to re-install the fuel tank. (Here comes the however...) However, he was not able to hold the tank in place, guide the hoses into their respective holes, re-attach the tank straps, and bolt the straps in place BY HIMSELF.
But, luckily for him, he is married to Wonder Woman (no, Nazi Mom left some time ago!). I first helped guide the hoses into the holes, and handed him tools as needed, thinking all the while what a great big helper I am. Sort of like the little girl on the Shake-n-Bake ads. Then he says, "I'm gonna need ya to get under here and hold the tank up while I bolt these straps down."
Hmmmm. Me? UNDER the van? Yeah, I'm gonna have to get back to you on that.
No, I slid right under there with my man. And I used my super-human strength to bench-press (only you don't call it a bench-press when it's behind your head) that gas tank into place. It was heavy, ya'll...heavy! We were fighting that last strap to the death, when RedDaddy announces that he knows why it won't go all the way up. There is a bundle of wires on top of the tank, that will need to be moved.
You know what this means, right? It means the tank has to come out again!! No. Really.
So, we go back through the whole process again. All the while our heads are scraping on the concrete driveway and I keep having flashes of what would happen if the van were to come down off those jack-stands!
But, thanks to the proper alignment of the planets, we finished the job without further incident!
Best of all, the van runs like a dream! Our 250,000 mile, $1800, pulled it out of a field, looks like a million bucks mini-van! We named her Liberty...she was our first step toward our now complete debt-free-ed-ness! (but that's another story) Glory! Hallelujah!
When it was all said and done, I had grease under my nails that would not come out. It felt pretty good. So, for good measure, we took off for Lowe's and bought lumber, peat moss, mushroom compost, and vermiculite for my square foot garden.
Today the girls and I built said garden box, mixed the soil, and filled it. Again, dirt. This is becoming a habit. I think I like it!
Tomorrow I'll be planting the pentas I bought at Lowe's, and maybe some radish seeds. Check back for pictures ;)