Sunday, September 22, 2013

Third one in ten years

First things first: I made all A's this quarter at school! Yay me! Now I have a week off and then get to start all over with new classes.

I talked to my mom the other day so she would know I got her emails she sent, and my mom and dad want to get me a plane ticket to visit for Christmas! I'm so excited because I haven't seen my parents (or my sister, who lives 3 hours from them) in almost 2 years.

Now, on to more recent news: I just can't have all nice things happen all the time.

Friday, after my last class, I went out with a guy from school. He pursued me, which is unusual since I am always the one asking guys and getting turned down. I guess I just had it in my head that he wasn't interested in me that way. We didn't do anything drastic, just ate burgers and played at a bunch of Halloween shops. My kind of thing! Will I see him again? I hope so, I like him.

Then, on Saturday morning, on my way to work, I realized my back right tire was flat, so when I got to work, I had someone put the spare on. I was thinking, "Man, I had such an awesome day yesterday and now this. WTF?" I had to work until 7, so all the tire places were closed by then. I'll be taking my tire to get it patched today before work. So there goes that piece of spending money I was looking forward to this week. I guess I shouldn't be too upset, I still have money for food, thanks to an anonymous donor from August.  Also, this flat tire escapade was a lot easier to deal with than my last one. I will spin the yarn about that here:
 Imagine it, a panhandle Texas summer, 101 degrees outside, nothing around for miles, literally, because I was just outside Hedley, Texas. I wore a dress to work for some reason and left early (about 2pm) to go to Dallas to visit some friends and eat Greek food (my absolute fav!) so I could feel better about it being the first day of my period, which always sucks. Tooling down Hiway 287, my car started to severely pull to the left and I knew I had a flat. So I pulled over, got out my spare and my tools and started to change my tire, which I had not done since I was 17. I got two lug nuts off and couldn't get anything else to budge. In the ten minutes or so I had been on the side of the road, not one car on either side of the lane had come by. I was stranded...or so I thought. A little blue Ford Ranger pick-up truck hauling a few bales of hay stopped and the guy and girl got out.
"Hey," he said "you need some help?"
"Uh, yeah, I'm stuck."
So this guy gets my spare tire on and it's flat too, but they just live on the other side of the railroad tracks half a mile up the road. The whole time this is going on, all I can think is "This is how scary movies start....should I go with them to this house they claim to have here and get air in my tire so I can make it to the next town? Sure, what the hell?"
So I follow them to a little house with a huge garage and everything worked out just fine. I made it to the Walmart in Clarendon, got a new tire and headed down the road....about 10 miles before it was flat again! So I called the Walmart back and they came and got me! They put the spare back on and we went back and the guys at the shop super glued everything on. I probably should have gone back home to Amarillo, but I really wanted to go to Dallas and I was super nervous the whole drive there. By the time I got to my friends' apartment, it was well past 10pm and I was starving and too late for Greek.
Driving back to Amarillo, there were no problems. Not until the next day when I was on my way to work, did another tire go flat in the driveway. I called my boyfriend up and he changed my tire so I could take the car in some place and get this straightened out. Turns out, my valve stems all needed to be changed! Why they are not changed when new tires are put on, I have no idea! But, I still think all this could have been avoided had I not sat next to Judas at the Last Supper set up in Groom, TX giving him a thumbs up. Note to self: Jesus does not care for jokes like that.
I wonder if my friend, Stefanie still has those pictures?


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