Cars.....suck...too bad I'm addicted to mine...

Seriously. 


These sort of moments always happen to me.


But, this is what makes life interesting, right?


So, on Sunday morning, I was driving to work. (Which by the way, was 5am. I have the early shift.)


So, I'm driving down the road, about 1 mile from my apartment, and my tire blows. 


Awwww. crap.


This sucks. 


So, I pull the car all the way to the curb, and I stop. 


Where are the hazard lights? Where's the freaking hazard light button?!?!


I can't find the hazard light button. 


Shoot. Well, it's probably okay, because, it's Sunday morning at 5:15 am. There's no one on the road anyway....


So, I call Aunt Denise, because I'm freaking out, and don't realize that it's really Sunday, and she is asleep and not awake like I am. I'm trying to get the spare out of the trunk, as she answers the phone and sits on the phone with me as I'm freaking out, and having a total brain fart where I can't remember how to change a tire. 


Who forgets how to change a tire? It's not like it's rocket science!


Oh, did I mention that I'm completely acclimated to Arizona climate? Because, on this Sunday, it is about 40 degrees and raining. And, I'm FREEZING! And, wearing a skirt. And have no jacket. 


So, I'm on the ground, working on getting the jack situated and manage to get the jack in the correct spot. 


I'm jacking the car up, and it's working just perfect.


Then, as I'm about to unscrew the first lugnut, the jack breaks, and the car comes back to the ground. 


I start to break down. Is this really happening? 


Luckily, Aunt Denise and Uncle Joseph come to my rescue. While I wait, I call back into work, telling them I'm going to be really late, if I can get my car back together.
After a complete breakdown moment with my boss on the phone, a police officer stops. (because I finally found the hazard light knob...that doesn't have a hazard light symbol on it. ugh.)


He tells me I can't be on the side of the road I'm on. 


I explain my whole predicament. I tried to change the tire 30 minutes before, but the jack broke, and I'm late for work, which is a 45 minute drive away, I'm cold, I'm hormonal, and I don't know what to do!
He tells me I need to move my car around the corner to the side street. He helps me move everything BACK into the trunk, and I move my car. 


Then, HE LEAVES!! HE LEAVES!

HE LEFT ME STRANDED THERE!!!! 


In the RAIN! 


COLD!

DARK!

ALONE!


Really, Mr. Police Officer? I thought you were nice.....


I cry. 




Then, Aunt Denise and Uncle Joseph save the day.
I get to work.
I work.
I go to WalMart and get a new tire...with insurance on it. 


The end.

BLISS!

So, pretty much, when I saw this on my homepage yesterday, I laughed really hard. It was about 3pm in Mesa, and it was 70 degrees. BG was only 34, and Rexburg was 23...

tehehehe....

and, I thought it was kind of chilly when I walked to the mailbox barefoot and wearing shorts and a t-shirt...

Take that, you people in Washington and Idaho who thought I was crazy to move to AZ!

Who's suffering now?

WHAT? HUH? Really?

I can make this:





blindfolded.




But I can't make THIS:







Or this:





to save my life. What's up with that?

Who Woulda Thunk?

So, pretty much, I never thought about how living in my own apartment would be that much different from living in my college apartment. 


But, I love watching my different neighbors during my comings and goings. 


There is one lady who lives in the building directly across from my living room window. No matter what time it is, she is always sitting on her patio, talking on the phone....
Well, sometimes, she's sitting in a plastic lawn chair in front of her apartment...talking on the phone. 


But, I have come to appreciate the fact, that whether I'm coming or going, whether it's 5am, or 11pm, Ms. Talk-a-Holic is a constant in my new life.


And, I thought I talked a lot....

Kabob....the origin.

Okay, people. How hard is it to pronounce someone's name correctly?


This is how I became Jenn Kabob.


No one can say my last name right. They just can't. It's like there's a teeny letter that I can't see on the end of my name that tells everyone else to mispronounce it. 


Anywho. 


I've gotten what could be every version of my name.


K-O-baby.
Kabab
Cobab
Kobobby.


Kabob.


So, in college, after being called Jenn Kabob at church one time, it just kind of stuck.


Thank you, Hannah, Paige, Kassi, Rachel, Jessica, Kassie, and everyone else.
Your nickname has created a phenomenon.  The beginning of something great.


And, quite possibly, this could be my million dollar break. I'll be sure to thank you when I accept an award for Jenn Kabob: The Movie.
<3

AKA: Jenn Kabob Moments.

life-changing.

life-altering.

blonde.

humiliating.

unforgettable.

There are all sorts of moments in life.

Yesterday, I was doing something in the back of my car, and as I was getting out, I smacked my head on the roof of the car. 

....got a lovely bump on the lower right side on the back of my head....

Today I was on the phone with Kaiti. I rolled off my bed, and smacked the lower left side on the back of my head on the top of my iron. 

...lovely matching bump on the back of my head, on the other side....

Luckily, there are no ER visits because of this. 

Luckily, the iron was off.

Luckily, no one saw me hitting my head on the car roof, as it was 5 am, and I was going to work.

Luckily, I've made it almost an entire week living totally on my own, and haven't visited the ER yet.

...And these are what are also known as: Jenn Kabob moments.

new goals.

No ER trips this year. 




....or urgent care...




...or anything that is related to anything regarding some sort of emergency involving myself....


Good plan, yes?


Yes. 


I think I can do it.