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Wednesday, January 6, 2010
Push!
Remember the time...that Wil came and rescued me at work? Yeah, that was today. We decided that the battery was dead on my car, but we didn't have tools to fix it and so we thought, let's jump the car and drive it home so we can change the battery.
I then gave a sound warning...my car sucks so much life out of the battery that after you jump it and drive away, it sometimes turn off when you come to a stop at a stop sign or a light. So, Wil thought...let's take it on the freeway because we won't have to stop (actually, I don't think he really believed me because it makes no sense that a car would die when it stopped if the only problem was the battery). Except...we forgot it was rush hour! I was following behind, but I had lost sight of him. By the time I was passing my favorite husband, the car had turned off...he was way behind the car in front of him with no headlights...on I-10...just before the exit for 35th Avenue...did I mention this was at rush hour?
Oh no, I exclaimed as I reached for my phone to call him. He was already calling me, so by the time I picked up my phone, I just had to answer it. What do I do? I asked? Wil decided to try to coast over (from the middle lane) into the exit lane. I was instructed to get off at 35th, take McDowell Rd. to 27th Avenue and get back on the freeway so I could come up behind him. I did that and called back...now what do I do? He then explained that I was going to inch his car forward slowly and push my car (that he was driving) off the freeway. AHHHHHHHHH! I'm going to WHAT? Yes, that's right...I had to drive behind and push the car off of the freeway...it was too dangerous for either of us to get out of our respective cars. So I turned on the flashers and focused my eyes on the rearview mirror as I pleaded, please don't hit me, please don't hit me with all of the cars that were whizzing by.
We were off the freeway and almost to the light when it turned red. There were several cars already stopped, and since I couldn't really see how far they were in front of the Corolla that I was pushing, I didn't know where to stop...so I stopped too soon, but Wil was waving his arm at me to keep pushing him so I was scooting up, but it was on a hill and the Corolla is a stick shift so it was rolling backwards at me as I was going forward, and Wil didn't want to hit the brakes because then when I tried to push the car that would cause even more damage than them hitting. I like to say that is when I dropped him (sort of...figuratively). Once our cars reconnected (in a not so gentle manner), I could see Wil's shoulders and head shaking because he was laughing so hard. It was pretty funny...well it would have been, if I wouldn't have been so scared/uttering rarely used cusswords under my breath.
We safely made it to a Jack in the Box parking lot at 35th Avenue and McDowell...otherwise known as the ghetto. And after two trips to Checkers...and nearly three hours after I first discovered my car would not turn on, we returned home. It was the battery...phew!
I then gave a sound warning...my car sucks so much life out of the battery that after you jump it and drive away, it sometimes turn off when you come to a stop at a stop sign or a light. So, Wil thought...let's take it on the freeway because we won't have to stop (actually, I don't think he really believed me because it makes no sense that a car would die when it stopped if the only problem was the battery). Except...we forgot it was rush hour! I was following behind, but I had lost sight of him. By the time I was passing my favorite husband, the car had turned off...he was way behind the car in front of him with no headlights...on I-10...just before the exit for 35th Avenue...did I mention this was at rush hour?
Oh no, I exclaimed as I reached for my phone to call him. He was already calling me, so by the time I picked up my phone, I just had to answer it. What do I do? I asked? Wil decided to try to coast over (from the middle lane) into the exit lane. I was instructed to get off at 35th, take McDowell Rd. to 27th Avenue and get back on the freeway so I could come up behind him. I did that and called back...now what do I do? He then explained that I was going to inch his car forward slowly and push my car (that he was driving) off the freeway. AHHHHHHHHH! I'm going to WHAT? Yes, that's right...I had to drive behind and push the car off of the freeway...it was too dangerous for either of us to get out of our respective cars. So I turned on the flashers and focused my eyes on the rearview mirror as I pleaded, please don't hit me, please don't hit me with all of the cars that were whizzing by.
We were off the freeway and almost to the light when it turned red. There were several cars already stopped, and since I couldn't really see how far they were in front of the Corolla that I was pushing, I didn't know where to stop...so I stopped too soon, but Wil was waving his arm at me to keep pushing him so I was scooting up, but it was on a hill and the Corolla is a stick shift so it was rolling backwards at me as I was going forward, and Wil didn't want to hit the brakes because then when I tried to push the car that would cause even more damage than them hitting. I like to say that is when I dropped him (sort of...figuratively). Once our cars reconnected (in a not so gentle manner), I could see Wil's shoulders and head shaking because he was laughing so hard. It was pretty funny...well it would have been, if I wouldn't have been so scared/uttering rarely used cusswords under my breath.
We safely made it to a Jack in the Box parking lot at 35th Avenue and McDowell...otherwise known as the ghetto. And after two trips to Checkers...and nearly three hours after I first discovered my car would not turn on, we returned home. It was the battery...phew!
Hoping it's a Battery!
So...I'm sitting at work...in my cute new office (we all, well almost all of us, got new offices over the holidays. My new one is smaller, but I quite love it! I think it fits me better, and it's smaller so I have to be cleaner!)...waiting for Wil to come pick me up...because my car won't start.
I called Waldo, the most expert car mechanic programmed in my phone, and he thinks it's my battery...here's to hoping it's the battery!
But, while I'm waiting for Wil...here are some photos of my cute new office for your viewing pleasure. I haven't put anything up on the walls yet, so don't judge me too harshly!
I called Waldo, the most expert car mechanic programmed in my phone, and he thinks it's my battery...here's to hoping it's the battery!
But, while I'm waiting for Wil...here are some photos of my cute new office for your viewing pleasure. I haven't put anything up on the walls yet, so don't judge me too harshly!
Tuesday, January 5, 2010
Kartchner Caverns
Saturday, we went to Kartchner Caverns with my grandma, aunt, uncle and two cousins. I'd heard of it and that it was cool, but none of us had ever been so we decided a little adventure was in order.
It was awesome! When we were looking at the map of caves across the United States in the museum they had, we saw several cool looking caves in Arizona. The Lava River Cave in Flagstaff was on the list, so we've already been to almost half of the caves...it might be a new goal of mine to see all of the Arizona caves.
They're trying hard to protect the Caverns, which have only been open for 10 years, so you're not allowed to take in a camera or to take any photos of the cave. But, I did snap these two photos with my phone inside the museum. They're of Aunt Jody and Andy playing in the cave replica they had. It was meant to show you the small spaces experienced cavers crawl through to discover a cave like Kartchner.
Here are a few of the things we saw inside the cave...captured from Kartchner Cavern's web site.
To sum up...super cool...so glad we went...you should go too!
It was awesome! When we were looking at the map of caves across the United States in the museum they had, we saw several cool looking caves in Arizona. The Lava River Cave in Flagstaff was on the list, so we've already been to almost half of the caves...it might be a new goal of mine to see all of the Arizona caves.
They're trying hard to protect the Caverns, which have only been open for 10 years, so you're not allowed to take in a camera or to take any photos of the cave. But, I did snap these two photos with my phone inside the museum. They're of Aunt Jody and Andy playing in the cave replica they had. It was meant to show you the small spaces experienced cavers crawl through to discover a cave like Kartchner.
Here are a few of the things we saw inside the cave...captured from Kartchner Cavern's web site.
Bacon...really, it grows in the cave and it looks just like bacon!
Soda Straws - they grow 1/10 of an inch every 100 years...the longest one is 21 feet...that's 252,000 years of growth that we were witnessing in the cave!
Kubla Khan - five stories tall and seriously cool!
To sum up...super cool...so glad we went...you should go too!
Sharing Milestones
It's spreading...our tradition of throwing milestone parties when our cars turn 100,000 miles has officially spread outside of our two vehicles.
Saturday, we were privileged to celebrate the 100,000 mile milestone of my aunt and uncle's van. WOOHOO! The party was great fun...we got whistles, confetti poppers and even crazy teeth!
Oh, I almost forgot to tell you...we also had fake, candy cigarettes at our celebration. My grandma and Wil were talking about the candy cigarettes they used to play with when they were kids (I don't remember these at all!), a couple weeks before Christmas. Just a few days later I was at a candy store that sold them, so they both got candy cigarettes for Christmas!
I couldn't get all four of them and the odometer at the same time...but it said 100,000...I promise!
Saturday, we were privileged to celebrate the 100,000 mile milestone of my aunt and uncle's van. WOOHOO! The party was great fun...we got whistles, confetti poppers and even crazy teeth!
Oh, I almost forgot to tell you...we also had fake, candy cigarettes at our celebration. My grandma and Wil were talking about the candy cigarettes they used to play with when they were kids (I don't remember these at all!), a couple weeks before Christmas. Just a few days later I was at a candy store that sold them, so they both got candy cigarettes for Christmas!
I couldn't get all four of them and the odometer at the same time...but it said 100,000...I promise!
Friday, January 1, 2010
I Cry the Day I Take the Tree Down
Ok, maybe I don't actually cry the day I take the tree down, but I do get a melancholy sort of feeling (and I love the song!). Don't get me wrong, I am beyond thrilled to put my couches back the way they are supposed to go and get my house back to normal, but there's something sad about putting away all of my Christmas memories for another year.
Wil kindly reminded me that I needed to blog about a few of our Christmas ornaments this year like I did last year. My grandma has a tradition of giving each grandchild an ornament every year. Then, by the time you are old enough to have your own Christmas tree, you have a good number of ornaments and lots of fun memories of my grandma for your new tree.
I love this tradition! Each year, she signs her name and writes the year on the back of the ornament. My post today will be all of my yearly ornaments from my grandma, in succession from 1994 (I think that's when she first started this tradition).
1995
1996
1997
1999
2002
2004
2005
2007
2008
2009
Wil kindly reminded me that I needed to blog about a few of our Christmas ornaments this year like I did last year. My grandma has a tradition of giving each grandchild an ornament every year. Then, by the time you are old enough to have your own Christmas tree, you have a good number of ornaments and lots of fun memories of my grandma for your new tree.
I love this tradition! Each year, she signs her name and writes the year on the back of the ornament. My post today will be all of my yearly ornaments from my grandma, in succession from 1994 (I think that's when she first started this tradition).
1994
1995
1996
1997
1998
1999
2000
2001
2002
2003
2004
2005
2006
2007
2008
2009
Kick the Can
We played Kick the Can during our New Year's Eve party at my Aunt and Uncle's house. Here we are all ready for hiding in the dark (they take Kick the Can very seriously!). I haven't played kick the can since I was a little girl...it was SO much fun!!!
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