Bad Luck...

Boy do I have some! Let me start at the beginning. When it is my week to teach my CTR 5 class, I usually end up putting the finishing touches on my lesson Sunday morning before church, which is at 1:00pm. Then I am usually in a huge rush to get ready for church and get there on time. As usual, I was in a huge rush today. And that is where our story begins.

I was pushing it to make it to church before Sacrament Meeting started, and as I pulled out of the driveway and onto the street, I realized, with no small amount of horror, that my car had a flat tire. I pulled the car to the side of the road right there, jumped out, and saw that one of my rear tires was completely flat...we're talking rim-rubbing-the-road flat! I grabbed my primary bag, and walked quickly back to my house. My sweet roommate, Heidi, saved the day and ran me to church.

After church, I was advised by my dad to change the tire right then, before it got dark, so that I wouldn't be out there on the busy street changing the tire in the morning. So I changed into sweats, and walked back up the street to change the tire. Because of the way my car was parked, there wasn't a lot of room between my rear tire and the curb, so as I was jacking the car up, I skinned my knuckles on the curb several times. Then, when Heidi came out to keep me company (and to call an ambulance if my luck got much worse), she informed me that I had sat in some mud, and had a big mud spot on my fandango. After a brief investigation, I was disappointed (to say the least) to find that the substance I had been sitting in was not, in fact, mud but was actually dog poop. What could I do at that point besides lay back on the sidewalk and laugh...mostly so I wouldn't cry. At least I got the donut put on my car and moved it back into my parking lot. Now I get to look forward to starting my week by going to get my tire fixed. YEA!!! I can't wait!

I want to pause my story here to say thank you to Heidi for dropping everything to take me to church, for her moral support, and for laughing with me while I displayed my dog poop spot to the neighborhood as I finished changing my tire. I also want to say a HUGE thank you to my dad for teaching me at sixteen how to do small car repairs, check all my car's fluid levels, jump start a car, and change a tire. Those skills have come in handy many times as I've lived out on my own, both for my own car and for the cars of friends and co-workers. THANKS, DADDY!!!

Okay, back to my story. I have come to the conclusion that April is a bad month for my car. I didn't manage to get any pictures of my experience today, but here are a couple of pictures of what my car looked like last year in April after my neighbor hit it with his motorcycle.

I just realized that both "April incidents" happened on Sunday. Hmm. Not sure what that means. Next year I'm going to consider renting a car for the month of April and hide mine away somewhere secure!