Long story.
But...
We all know my luck with cars. And, apparently, I was lucky to get home after driving halfway across country. I came home for family stuff, and on Wednesday I was supposed to drive back to Utah, but other plans prevailed. Instead, on Wednesday we went shopping for my sister's mission when a light went on in the car and it was having trouble starting. We called my trusty uncle, and apparently they don't make car batteries like they used to. After 5 years it was dying. It was too late to go to Auto Zone, so we just went home.
Today, after finding the best battery online, my mother and I decide to drive it to the store so they can fix my car, but it wont start. It is full blown dead. BUT, because it is hot and I don't want to fix it myself, we try several times to start the car. But, despite my promises to the car if it starts, all it does is putter. My mom then decides to pour water into the battery. That sounds unsafe to me. But whatever.
PS, did you know that in my car the battery is in the back near the spare tire? I didn't until recently. Someone had to show me. My dad said if he had looked under the hood, he would have said, this car is defective. I don't know how it worked before, but maybe you can return it. Also, the car people want you to know what kind of engine you have to figure out the battery. I'm texting a friend, and she reminds me that I have a dad, the implication that he can figure all this out for me. I respond, Yes, I do have a dad. I don't understand how that is relevant to my broken car.
Back to the water. Mom pours water in, and I have to start it up. But then she looks at me and says, maybe we should use the remote starter. So she stands in the middle of the street. But I suggest hiding behind the van because it is further away, and is big enough to shield us in case the car blows up. It doesn't. YAY! So mom pours in more water. It doesn't help. So we just take the battery out.
When we get to the store I bring in the battery, and it is heavier than expected. Also, I'm holding it out because I don't want to get all dirty. Mom tells me to put it on the counter, and as I slightly drop it, it makes a very loud noise! The men in the store just laugh and/or just smile. Blah blah blah, we finally get helped and the guy offers to take it to our car. Probably because he thinks I'm weak. He saw the counter situation.
We take the battery home, and we have more fun putting the battery in. My car works on electricity and without the battery, I can't unlock the back hatch where the battery belongs. I don't know why there is only one place to manually unlock the car. Anyway, we have to put the battery in thru the passenger door and get it hooked up.
It took longer than we thought, and even though we thought we might get blown up--it works! All in all, my mom is great. I'm like my dad, and I'm ok with that. This is why I get others to work on my car for me. I am completely fine pulling the "I'm a girl card."
Saturday, June 29, 2013
Monday, March 4, 2013
Things I Wouldn't Have to Deal With if I Were A Princess
I was trying to catch up on last year. clearly I stopped. And now I'm taking a break from that to randomly update you on my weekend.
So, I go to the gym. And as I'm in the parking lot getting ready to go in, I'm just thinking how I hate the gym. It is boring running in place. At my other gym you had a personal tv. Now I have to share with the masses. And who really is all that interested in the Jodi Arias trial? Anyone? No? Thought so. And I don't need the looks. Yes, I am only lifting a 20lb weight. It is heavy for me muscle head!
I kick my butt in gear to walk in, and who awaits me at the top of the stairs? Gym guys trying to sell me something. I think it was protein shakes. And how does this seller greet me? "You look tired." Yup, you aren't getting my business. A lady doesn't want to hear that. (Even if the lady in question does occasionally tell people to "suck it"--but I only thought it, not out loud).
And the next day I scheduled an eye appointment. The doctor asks me when I last changed my contacts. I tell him a month. But it is totally a lie. I have no idea. Then I get a lecture on changing them every 2 weeks or dire consequences will happen. And as long as that isn't blindness or my eye falling out, I think I'll survive. And, last year the doctor told me it wasn't imperative I change them every two weeks. I guess this one is in the pockets of the contact lens conglomerates.
He then asks me how I take care of the lenses. Uh, put them in the container and soak 'em. I don't rub them? No, doctor man. I bought no rub solution. It is really a one-step deal. But apparently there is a minimum standard of care and I'm not doing it. But despite my many years of contact wearing incompetence, one of my eyes actually improves. So there, Dr. Smartypants! He then rounds out the appointment by doing every eye test known to man, including putting a cylinder in my eye and spending an inordinate amount of time in my face staring through the tube into my eyes. Boundaries. I was never so happy to have an eye appointment over.
He did tell me he was once a school teacher. I'm slightly worried he had a mid-life crisis, decided to be an optometrist, just graduated, and I was his first patient. It would explain his thoroughness. I prefer jaded doctors who just ask me which is clearer, 1/2. Read the last line, and give me a prescription. Once, I even had one who was like, you're too young to have cataracts, we can skip the evil machine that blows into your eye. Score!
And now all I think is that t'were I Kate Middleton, I would not be dealing with gym heads and enthusiastic optometrists. My life is hard guys.
Sunday, December 23, 2012
KC Temple
Our single's ward organized a trip down to the Kansas City Temple! It was pretty fun. And spiritual. Mostly, we acted like big dorks!
And then, for lunch we stopped in Adam-Ondi-Ahman. It was my first time there! We had a little bit of a picnic, changed into jeans, and then jumped into cars before the storm came!
Action shot.
A Tale of Two Antonios
Here is a picture of my Muffin, Ruben, trying to dance hoop with the girl's hoop. He immediately regretted it!
Next, we have Grandpa's Birthday! And his face is Ruben's future.
(I really wanted to post Ruben's pictures!)
March 2012
If something important happened in January or February, I have forgotten it. Well, December 31st I went to a YSA New Years Eve party. It was depressing. I sat there most of the night thinking, "this is my life..." Never again. And I guess February I took the NE bar.
Moving on to March, a few things happened. And the things I have pictures for are: BYU Pow Wow! I got to see some friends and stock up on some jewelry. Super efficient!
Two States at once, although we decided that Iowa smells! Literally. Once you cross state lines, whew!
All the cousins in the state of Nebraska.
Gabbi is looking indifferent, because we took away her candy when she started to stick to everything! And then she went on a sugar crash!
So, that was a fun month!
Moving on to March, a few things happened. And the things I have pictures for are: BYU Pow Wow! I got to see some friends and stock up on some jewelry. Super efficient!
Apparently, we go to Utah a lot.
Next, we brought Meredith and the girls to Nebraska, (in a very long and excruciating 15 hour drive) so that Meredith could teach a hoop class for OPS. We did fun stuff like walk on the bridge, drive by mom's "ghetto school," and visit the Mormon Trail Center and Temple.
Catch Up the First
So, it has been brought to my attention that I haven't blogged in quite some time. Yep. True statement. It is just that when you don't blog for a bit you feel the need to blog about everything that has happened, and then you realize a lot has happened, and it feels easier to continue on not blogging. So, I didn't. Hence, few very quick catch up blog posts.
The First: Danielle Denise Schramm was born.
She has now celebrated her first birthday.
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We spent Christmas in Utah with most of the Zendejas clan, minus the Zimmermans, and even some Schramms. (We therefore have a picture sans Sara, but it wasn't the first time... :)
The First: Danielle Denise Schramm was born.
She has now celebrated her first birthday.
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Wednesday, April 11, 2012
Spring Cleaning
I packed up my winter coats and heavier winter clothes.
Very soon, it will begin to snow. To the greater Omaha area, I'm sorry.
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