Sick little Xandra

So, I am driving along on the way to my aunt and uncle’s to see my cousin play and hang out with a friend on the way back, and my check engine light comes on. I pull over at a subway and check what I know how to check on my car (oil, see if the belt is still on, already knew it was not over heating, it did seem to not have it normal power -- but it was really windy, so who knows). It seemed fine. I called my dad, he said drive on. So I got some lunch and then drove on.

When I got to my Aunt and uncle’s, I first went to target and got a new chair, I also got a bed (seeing as I don’t own one). This did not quite add up to $200 dollars. The bed looks pretty cool, folds into a couch but is cooler looking than your normal futon thing.

Then I headed to their house. This is when I started to be able to tell something was truly wrong with my car. It started to not really want to pick up speed as quick as normal, and lurching a little. This is where I started to think, “Crap, something really is wrong with my car!”

This morning I took it to a shop my uncle has taken his cars to before (he gave me a ride back to their house where I am now). We dropped it off and I got to wait for their call. Several hours later, it is going to be about $450 or more to fix my car… not too happy, but if I had driven my car long with what is wrong with it (catalectic converter [I think that is how you spell that]) apparently my car would have more fixing coming to it than I would want to pay for.

So, sad day, Jacki is pretty much broke until she gets her next pay check (unless I break out the college money… not so wise I think)