A couple weeks ago the battery died in my car. I'd been telling Eric that the car was starting slow and that the battery might be dying a few days leading up to the end of it's life. It was a sweet victory for me when we got in the car and it wouldn't start... I was finally right about something that Eric definitely has more knowledge in :) Well my sweet, loving husband decides to jump the battery to see how long the charge would last. This would determine if it was really a dead battery, or if I needed a new alternator. I'm pretty sure he just wasn't in the mood to change out the battery.... so he thought he'd see how many days he could get away with the jump start. Well that stupid charge lasted 4 days. 4 whole days of me telling Eric that the car is still starting slow, and that it was going to die on me at the most inconvenient time possible. And my sweet, loving (and snoody) husband would just grin and tell me that, "it doesn't matter how it sounds! All that matters is that it will start!"
I was sick of driving around a car that I knew was going to kill over on me, so I told Eric that he was driving the car to work the next day and I would be taking the truck! That way I won't have to deal with the stupid thing when it died :) Being the sweet, loving wifey that I am, I went to fill the car up with gas so that Eric wouldn't be driving on empty. Of course my car didn't start when I was finished filling it up.... and Eric still had over an hour and a half left of work. Oh how I wanted to strangle my sweet, loving husband! I asked someone to jump my car and long story short? The cables got crossed- causing my battery to "blow up" and the jumper cables melted into a mess of nothingness. Eric was so dead meat by that point!! I was stuck at the busiest gas station in town, and was going to have to wait for over an hour for Eric to be done working to come tow me. I felt SO humiliated (I'm not sure why... this was ALL Eric's fault after all... if he had been around to jump my car I could have avoided the battery and jumper cable mess... or if he'd just replaced the battery in the first place I never would have been stranded.... DEAD MEAT!) so I called my friend Laura and she sent her husband right over to tow me home. That's not even the reason I called her, but I didn't even have to ask! They came to my rescue and we laughed about the whole mess on the way home.When Eric made it home from work we all just stood around my dead car chatting and hanging out.
That night, in those simple moments of chilling around my stupid car, I realized how blessed I am! This new town and this new life that I complain about constantly really isn't so bad. Do I miss northern Utah and all of our loved ones and fun times?? YES! Is this new town boring as heck? Yes! Do I have friends everywhere I turn in this town? NO! But I can proudly say that we are friends with 4 couples now.... FOUR! And we are slowly meeting more and more people. I've said this in my last couple of posts, but this town is slowly starting to feel a bit more like home each week. And the main reason being that I have an amazing little family- my sweet, loving husband and a precious baby girl on the way. And our friends, those 4 couples, are true friends. Who needs a plethora of friends in this small town when we've got these amazing people in our lives? I'm thinking that epiphany of how lucky we are to have amazing friends in this town is the beginning of a major attitude change :) I still miss my northern Utah life everyday, but I'm so blessed to have amazing friends all over the state of UT (and AZ, my best friends just keep moving away, ha!). I can't wait to see more goodness from this town with my slow-changing attitude :) It has to keep getting better, right?