I crave adventure!

Well, this isn't really what most would call an adventure, but it was my excitement for the evening, I suppose. It is 2:10 now and I can finally sit down and blog about it.
Tonight, as I was leaving my karate class, I called Kelly to see if they were back from Vegas yet. As I was talking to her on my cell, I tried to start my car and realized that it wouldn't start. So I hurriedly said bye to her without telling her why because I had to catch the other people before they took off to see if they could give me a jump ... it was already after dark and I wouldn't be able to find anyone else. So Jennifer, a girl from class, and my instructor, Marc, were looking at it with me and we didn't think it really was the battery because the lights all came on and the ignition was dinging and everything else seemed to work. Also, the sound the engine made wasn't like a normal dead battery, so we didn't even try to jump it. I decided to call for roadside assistance because it is still under warranty. So they all stuck around with me for a while since it was dark and then the Wilsons went home to drop off the family and Shalynn was going to come back to take me home- which I didn't want them to have to do since I live 20 minutes away on the other side of town, but it was the only thing I could do. Well, when they left, I started to think it probably was the battery anyway and that it just had enough "juice" to run the lights because things just didn't seem to be working to their normal power. Finally, I realized that the light on the very back inside the door that lifts up had been left on. My bow staff, which is 6 feet long, must have hit the little switch from it's normal position and made it stay on killing the battery.
So when the tow guy got there, he told me he thought he could jump it and give it a good charge, which I was hoping would work (in fact, my exact words were "please work, please work, please work! Yeah!!!!") because I hate having to figure out how to get a ride... and hoping that it would be fixed by Monday was sending me into a melt down. (As you can tell, I don't deal well with car failure- that is one of my greatest stressors because of all the crap we had to deal with growing up with cars that were run into the ground.) So, anyways Mr. Bracken's Tow Truck Guy saved the day and jumped my car and brought it back to life and I didn't have to give him a penny because I have my lovely warranty. And Shalynn didn't have to drive 40 minutes out of her way. And I have a car for the whole weekend and don't have to think about that anymore. And I don't have to worry about whether or not I will have a car for Monday. And . . . I am very happy.
If only we had jumped it anyways to begin with...



Tomorrow (or shall I say, later today, since it is now 2:30 in the am?) I will attempt to sew.
Yes . . . me . . . sew. . . (Methinks I hear laughter!) with a machine, in fact! A pair of PIRATICAL, red, stripey pants for Halloween. I appreciate your vote of confidence...