<— So, you know how I have that motto under my picture. That's right the one right over there <—
Well, today is a perfect example of how life happens when you are planning for something else. Let's start at the beginning.
It was a rainy day in early October. Chilly, wet and cold, but all together lovely. My sister, Abi, and I had just finished our last class and were headed home. We were excited to change into our p.j.s and make the drive, over the river and through the woods of course, to my grandma's house in Woods Cross. The purpose for this excursion was to get a much needed hair cut from my Aunt. Well, it didn't happen and here is why...
Abi and I arrived to our cute little apartment, changed and then loaded up our stuff. Only problem, was that I realized that the really annoying beeping sound, that always goes off in our car (when the door is open, whether the key is in the ignition or not) wasn't happening. I then realized that the automatic unlock for our car wasn't working either...very odd. We both eventually got in the car, I put the key in the ignition and....nothing. It was dead! Abi killed it. It was all her fault. ;) She left the lights on and consequently drained the life from Roger's poor little battery.
We called for backup, which consisted of a list of about everyone I know. Thank you Bryan Tagge, for saving the day. He came to our rescue, with his brand new car and a jumper cable. We were saved, or so we thought. Well, Bryan and I are both intelligent people, and we both have jumped cars before...but this unfortunately doesn't make us fool proof. Bryan looked at me and told me which side he was hooking to the positive and which one he was hooking to the negative, only I wasn't paying as close of attention as I should have been because I had the colors swapped in my mind. Consequently, we got our positives and negatives mixed up, my fault entirely. I hopped in our car and Abi told me to wait a bit before starting up the ignition. I did, and then...our car started smoking. Not a good sign. Quickly, I jumped out and waved at Bryan to have him turn off his car. We got the engine stopped, unhooked the cables, and then realized our mistake. How silly am I? It was one of those, "Oh no! I can't believe I am so stupid." moments. You know, when you wish you could turn back time and just keep praying that you didn't destroy anything.
Bryan got back in his car and started his engine, only it wouldn't start. At this point, I was thinking, "Great, not only is our car smoking, but now I have ruined Bryan's car as well." Needless to say, I got a little distressed. Thankfully Bryan kept his composure and just kept reassuring me that it was a learning experience. We checked spark plugs, called parents and friends, and read the owner's manual, but nothing was working. (Note: all of this was done in the rain that was mentioned in the first sentence of this story.) Eventually, we decided that a tow would be the best option. While Bryan was on the phone with the tow people, this really nice guy, all dressed up for a church meeting, came over to the car and asked if we needed help. I told him we sure did and he kindly replied by saying that he was a car guy, whatever that means. He looked under the hood of Bryan's car and then had me try to start it again. He told us that all that was wrong was that the battery was dead and that he would be willing to give us a jump. So, we hooked the two together, correctly this time. Much to my relief, the car roared to life. The kind man explained to us what happened, and then told us to drive the car around for about 20 minutes before parking it for the night.
Relieved, we headed out for a '20 minute' excursion. Abi had the brilliant idea to go get Cheerwine from a store in the Riverwoods. Can I just say, it was the best decision ever! The store was a toy store/candy store called Blickenstaff's. We played with toys, road the mechanical horse, and drank our Cheerwine to our heart's content.
Then we went to a giant surf/beach store—thing...aka. Provo Beach Resort. We explored, wide-eyed and bushy-tailed. In this particular Provo Beach Resort, since there is obviously more than one, there is an ice cream shop called "I Like Ike's". It was in the Daily Universe last week. I read the article. It talked about how it just barely opened, it is currently the only ice cream shop in Provo that sells Bluebell ice cream, and the honorary 'opening' scooping was done by Lavel Edwards and Jimmer. In my excitement at recognizing the shop, I turned to Abi and Bryan and explained what I had read. Bryan looked at me and said timidly, while pointing over my shoulder, "That is Jimmer." I looked over my shoulder and lo and behold there was Jimmer, staring at me like I was crazy...haha...ya it was a little embarrassing. Abi, Bryan and I looked awkwardly at each other, laughed nervously, and then shuffled out of the door quickly only to burst into laughter once we were out of Jimmer and his fiance's earshot. We headed home in high spirits, visited and ate apple pie.
Now for the moral(s) of the story. Number one: life never ends up how you expect, number two: negatives can be positives—it all depends on your attitude (thank you Bryan) and number three: be spontaneous, it's fun sometimes.
The End! :D
Signed-up for a triathlon and started training for a marathon.
