The things that happen to me!!

It has been a while since I posted one of those embarrasing stories about myself...so here goes. It isn't too bad - just those things that always seem to happen to me. The first one is more Mike's fault - I think we all can agree on that.

A week ago from last Friday (did that make sense?) I decided it was a good day to take pictures of the kids so off we go on our merry little way. We got about 2 miles from home when I realized that the road wasn't completely messed up, I had a flat tire. When you live on a bad dirt road sometimes it is hard to tell the difference. Well..... I went to change the flat - and shredded - tire, but couldn't find how to lower the spare from under the car. I finally got the owner's manual out and discovered that the jack handle was under the rear passenger seat and you were supposed to use that to get the spare down. WHAT THE HECK?? You were supposed to shove the handle into this little tiny hole on the bumper behind the rear door, engage some little turn-y thing and lower the tire. Problem was ---- the jack handle was MIA. Of course, Mike was at training in Western Kansas and couldn't be reached.

The kids and I start hoofing it back home. About that time Mike called me back and told me to limp the car home at 5 mph....so I did. I periodically stopped the car, looked out to make sure that I wasn't riding on the wheel yet, then continued another 100 feet or so. It took forever to get home.

Here is how it isn't my fault. First, I had a bulge in the sidewall from the edge of the tire to the wheel...so it was irreperable to begin with. I had told Mike about said bulge. Second, he saw that the tire was flat that morning but didn't bother to tell me. He says he didn't have time, but he had a 45 minute drive out to the police shooting range, so had plenty of time to leave me a message! Also, I had been cursed the night before when my lab instructor (Matt) said, "hey, you have a bulge in your tire...you better get that fixed before it blows out on the highway".
I will upload a picture of the tire - I totally shredded it...

The second thing that I did was at the wedding we went to on Saturday. As Mike and I were walking through the lovely arboretum, I started feeling a weird "flapping" on my shoe. I looked down and my left shoe sole had come almost completely off and was flapping with each step. So...we stop....I pull out a couple of pieces of gum, chew them up to get them sticky and stick them between the layers of my shoe. Needless to say --- it doesn't hold. Nice. THEN as if that isn't bad enough, after the wedding, as we are walking back through the whole stinkin' arboretum, the right shoe starts flapping!!! Now both shoes are flapping in the wind. And I have no more gum. But that's okay, I didn't need it. As we were almost exiting, the entire sole came off of my right shoe. When we got to the car, I ripped the left one off and then prayed like crazy that the bottom of my shoes would hold out until we got home from the reception. Fortunately for me, they did. No photo of the shoes - they went immediately into the trash can!