I'm just a girl with an oil filter...

I have been horrified by the price I pay each time I go to the quick lube to get my Jeep's oil changed. So, after 2-3 years of steaming at the ears every 5,000 miles, I decided to learn to change my own oil! I first sat down to make a list of "oil change accessories."

The list included the following:

• an oil pan
• a funnel
• an oil filter
• oil
• one of those wrench thingies to get the oil filter on and off
• gloves (no grease under the fingernails for me)
• an old rag 

My first stop? Autozone! Or was it Advance Auto Parts? I can't remember... Anyway, after I declined to buy a lovely gold necklace from the man in the parking lot (I was up on Summer Avenue - interesting people shop there), I entered "no woman's land". I wandered up and down each of the aisles acting like I belonged before approaching a salesman and begging for his help. His name was Shakeem, but his coworkers called him "Shak." Shak had a long braided ponytail that reached halfway down his shoulder blades, but the hair only came from a small area at the base of his head. The rest of his head was bald as a newborn. In a voice sounding like James Earl Jones, Shak asked how he could help. "I'm planning to change the oil in my Jeep for the first time and need all the oil changing accessories," I brightly replied. Bless his heart. Shak gave a little laugh, pulled up the info on his computer, and I walked out of the store 10 minutes later with everything I needed for a successful oil change!

I had had a few conversations with my daddy and with Kathryn (my friend mentioned in earlier blogs) about the process of oil-changing... so I felt like I knew what I was doing. I got home, unloaded my new accessories, placed the accessories strategically around my Jeep, and crawled under the vehicle. I had picked out my outfit with oil-changing in mind, so I was able to easily brush the dirt from my camouflage shorts as I soon crawled out from under the Jeep. I called my daddy to ask where the oil drum was, for I couldn't find the place where the oil would drip out! He was helpful and told me "just go somewhere to get the oil changed, Meagan". Well, I couldn't stop now - I had bought all the accessories AND picked out my oil-changing outfit! So if Daddy isn't there to give me the answers, whom else should I ask for guidance? Well, the answer was obvious... YouTube!  I ran inside and searched "how to change the oil in a Jeep" on the website. A few seconds later I was learning everything I needed to know from Billy Bob and his 1986 Jeep Wrangler... I watched the entire 8 minute video then went back outside, my confidence restored. I slid back under my Jeep only to realize the bolt was screwed too tightly for me to get off without a socket wrench. So I ran next door and asked my neighbor, Jim, if I could borrow his wrench. He immediately got a worried look on his face and politely asked what I was doing... I explained the oil change, YouTube, etc, and he told me to come get him if I had any problems as he handed over the wrench set:)

See? Oil on my fingers! I'm legit.

Once I had all my equipment, the actual oil changing process was pretty easy! I made a little bit of a mess, had a couple of hiccups to conquer (like when the oil filter wrench got stuck on the filter or when the oil missed the pan when draining), but the operation was a success! I felt like a winner! The feeling of accomplishment was quickly dimmed when I looked around at the mess I had to clean up. Oh, well.

So now my Jeep is running as smoothly as silk. And whose fault is that? Mine! Whoop, whoop!

Some Irish randomness...

  So, Kathryn and I met all of our "Ireland objectives" except for a couple. We did NOT visit 30 or more pubs... at last count, I think we went to about 20. Which is pretty impressive considering we were there for less than 2 weeks! And Kathryn did not learn to drive a stick shift. After numerous discussions, we decided that an empty parking lot would be a better learning arena for her versus a narrow, two-way, winding road where she would be driving on the wrong side of the road... I know the Irish folks thank us for that decision.

Kat did a lot of "shooting from the belly" on the trip

Some favorite quotes from the trip:

"I mean, that's better than Dave Matthews." - Kat at the Temple Bar

Kathryn doing "work" in Ireland

"I found the handicapped bathroom... there were more rails in there than at a baseball stadium!" - Meagan at the Temple Bar

"It's a brown one." - cashier as I was frantically looking for a 5 cent piece (I had about a pound of change in my wallet)

"Oooo... that's pretty." - said 20+ times a day while driving

"If you'd quit taking pictures and walk, we might get there." - Meagan to Kathryn

"Rocks are boring." - Kathryn (but she had probably taken about 50 pictures of rocks before this quote)

Up close and personal with the sheep:)

"Go USA!" - Meagan upon seeing the bald eagle in Westport

"May I borrow your hairbrush?" - random roommates from Argentina (or were they French?)

Meagan upon reaching the top of Croagh Patrick: "Kathryn, is there anyone you would like to thank?"
Kathryn: "JESUS!"

"Oh, Lord have mercy..." - Meagan while driving up a cliff on a single-lane road with 2 lanes of traffic

"Scuse me, sir... I didn't mean to holler in your ear!" - Kathryn (those Irishmen didn't know what to think)

"You know what that means - I'm faster than the wind!" - Meagan after chasing down the runaway trashbag

"I'm sorry, what?" & "I have a hard time understanding your accent." - Kathryn and Meagan several times a day

Ride 'em, cowboy!

Wait! Make sure you get my good side...

And lastly... some questions for Ireland for Google - most of these were asked while we were driving through the countryside:)

1) Do squirrels live in Ireland?

Right before our bike ride became horrendous really tiring

 ti2) What is heather?
3) Do Irish men wear wedding bands?
4) Why is it "soda bread"?
5) Pound to dollar exchange rate
6) What are "cockles"?
7) Why do Irish folks drive on the other side of the road?
8) Cow gestation, labor and delivery information
9) Bourbon versus whiskey
10) "Bally-" means what? (several town names start with this prefix)

Ireland at its finest!

Last few days of Irish fun...

Antrim Coast to ??? to Dublin, August 11-13

Kathryn and I drove away from Portrush in the rain this morning. We followed the coast the majority of the day - what a beautiful part of the country! We were trying to fix it where we arrived in Dublin with little to no gas, so we were purchasing just a few euros of gas at a time. The conversion of gas from gallons to liters AND the euros/pounds/dollars thing really messed us up. So we stopped once but the guy at the station only put half of the amount of gas that we asked... we drove a few miles down the road and stopped AGAIN to get a few more euros worth of gas. I think we ended up stopping 2-3 more times before we got to Dublin to "top off" Rooster's tank:) We drove until early afternoon then started looking for a place to stay. Kathryn had to stop for another "side of the road" bathroom break; I was trying to get her to wait for a town, but she was insistent. As we drove down tiny little one lane roads looking for a good place to stop, we passed a field with a couple of horses grazing in it. I. Love. Horses. Especially Irish horses:) Since Kat got to stop to tinkle, I made her wait while I hopped out of the car and loved on the horses. It was a lovely moment for me.

My Irish loves...

We made it to Newry, which was a town just north of the border between the Republic and Northern Ireland. It was too big (we didn't like the big towns!), so we headed on down the river. We ended up finding a cheap B&B in some little port town (don't ask me the name...). We hung out in our room for a bit, then left to explore the town. We immediately found a parking space and walked the entire perimeter of the town in approximately 20-30 minutes. It was a small town. After our short exploration, Kat and I made it an early evening and were both asleep by 10pm...

Watch out for Granny!

The next morning we woke up and went up the stairs for breakfast... we FINALLY ate Irish pudding! Irish pudding is really a blood sausage, and many of the Irish folks we had met told us that we needed to try it. We both were a bit skeptical - it sounded really gross. However, it was pretty good; we decided it just tasted like a soft piece of sausage. After breakfast we loaded up Rooster and headed back to Dublin! We were determined to NOT get on a toll road, but most roads leading to Dublin turned to tolls close to the city. As a result, we probably took an extra 2 hours to get to Dublin... but Kat and her brilliant navigating got us into the city without paying a cent (of course, we probably spent double what the toll would cost on extra gas). Kat made me stop just before we reached the city so that we could try to buff out the "scratch" on Rooster's bumper. Remember that little fender bender? Anyway, we pulled off the highway into the parking lot of a small gas station. Then we proceeded to try to rub off the scratch with our fingers. I think I lost some skin. Turned out the scratch was too deep, and the outer black plastic was scratched off to reveal the white plastic bumper. So what did Kathryn want to do? She wanted to find a black permanent marker and color in the section of the bumper where the paint was scraped off. Like THAT wouldn't be obvious... Surely the rental agency wouldn't notice THAT?! Thankfully, I was able to talk her out of her Sharpie idea...

We made it back to Dublin without incident. Pulled into the car rental place running on fumes (mission accomplished!) and tried to park in a dark spot so that Rooster's "slight scratch" wouldn't be noticed. Kat and I had talked about how they were probably going to make us pay the deductible to fix the scratch... we were going to go broke... this was going to be awful... We went inside and the rental agency clerk ran outside to go over the car. I was expecting a time-consuming, going-over-the-car-with-a-magnifying-glass type of process, but she came back in the office after 2 minutes or so and said "it all looks good to me, thank you!" We bolted out of the office and put as much distance between us and that clerk as we could before she went back out and found Rooster's scratch! Praise Jesus!

Kat and one of our new friends:) Cute, huh?

Since we had already walked through Dublin for a couple of days at the beginning of the trip, we hit all the souvenir shops on Grafton Street and each picked up cheesy "happys" for our families. One last hoo-rah? Kat and I visited the National Museum of Archaeology where we saw lots of old stuff made by old Irish and Viking tribes. It was fairly interesting, but we both don't have much patience for that kind of stuff. It was early in the evening, and we had an early flight the next morning so we decided to "just stop for a quick pint" on the way back to the hostel. Our quick pint turned into several when we met a group of men who were warming up for an open water swimming race the next day. Before the night was over, we sang Irish songs, drank Irish beer, danced Irish jigs, and flirted with Irish men... it was the perfect evening to finish out our amazing trip!

 

 This is a little video I took of Kat trying to enter our hostel room the last night of the trip... Kinda funny:)