I have felt a little blog-post-slackerish lately. Mostly, I just post links to giveaways or fun quizzes or something. I'm too lazy to be creative on my own, and think up original stories to post about. Maybe it's just my attack making me so lazy....But I had a friend tell me that she missed my posts, so I thought I should do something.
Anywho, I've been meaning to post about this since it happened, because I feel it necessary to display to all what a spaz I am......or just give you a laugh.
About three weeks ago, when the roads and house looked like this....
That day, Doane was leaving with a couple of other guys from work to go to Redmond, and he had to drive. So being the economical person that he is, he took the van, because it gets much better gas mileage. This left me with the truck, but I was glad, because the truck had 4-wheel drive. Unfortunately, he forgot his ID card at home, so I had to run it out to Genie, before they left. So I hopped in the truck with Dean, and off I drove.
I was going around the corner, just down the street from my house, doing only about 10 or 15 miles an hour, when the truck refused to turn, and I slid right into the curb. I was startled, but we were okay, because I was in the TRUCK! Right? Right?
I backed up, and started to drive off again, still with plenty of time to get to Doane before they had to leave. But the truck was driving really weird. I pulled over, and looked at the tire. Ouch, it was flat! Crap, now what was I going to do??!! I called my wonderful neighbor Nancy, and asked if I could borrow her husband to change my tire. Of course she said yes, because she is awesome! Her husband postoned going to the next town over so he could change my tire. And let me tell you, the roads were horrible. As I'm explaining what happened, and where the spare was, and trying to get my jack out, I (and he) was sliding all over the place. He told me just to wait on the sidewalk, or take Dean home where it's warm. I decided that was a good idea.
I called Doane and told him what happened, so he said he would come out and pick up his card. Once my neighbor Juan had changed the tire (and this is my "spare")
I drove over the Les Schwab to get it fixed.
Meanwhile, my friend Jenica had called, to see if I wanted to do anything that day, and she said she'd pick me up at the tire store. Then, we went to LUNCH! We at at Dana', and it was yummy. Then we went shopping, and we went to the Food Pavilion to get some goodies and the best tortilla shells. Then she dropped me off back at the tire place, where they told me that it wasn't flat - it had just popped off the rim. Simple fix, and the lady told me there was no charge! Yippee, not so great a day turned out pretty good!