TOday became the point that drving was down right dangerous. I could not see a thing. I was praying that the car in front of me would some how splash some water onto the window and wipe away the salt. No such luck. I was driving by memory now. I could see nothing, just white. I thought about stopping at a gas station, but even if i bought windshield fluid…I had no idea where to put it in the car. What if i just  dump it over the window and pull over every 5 mins and repeat? I then mentally began to go through my cell phone address book, what boys do I know that would help me out?

I managed to make it home. My roomate had purchased a bottle of windshield fluid. I rolled up my sleeves and after some jerking and pulling, I figured out how to open my hood. I stood there for a few moments looking at the forgien world that lies beneath the hood of my car. I saw a silver box with a symbol of a hand with a big X across it, I concluded that I would not touch that. Then, I found it! A little cirlce top that had a windshield wiper on it and it said “Windshield Fluid Only!” Hoooraaaay! I filled her up and washed my windows.

WRONG! None of it happened.

Carp Face

Carp Bag

Fruit Cake

Fruit Pie

Fruit Face

Fruit Bottom

Bag of hammers

Spork

Carpowitz

Half Wit

Dorko Sporko (or just dorko)

Paco

Bun

Narcaleptic Frog (or Narco for short)

Meanie Ol Pa

Big Ol Silly

 As soon as I finished ironing my pants, I made my way to the kitchen to eat breakfast; however, I was rudely interrupted. “Come on Kate! We’re late! Will you drive?” I grabbed my keys and followed Becki out the door. My dad had already left and had taken our new car and my sister an I had to take “the ice box.” We have affectionately nicknamed out hunter green intrepid “the ice box” since the heater had quit working earlier last month. I ran back inside to grab an extra coat to keep me warm on the drive to church.          

I thought I would be clever and take the highway to church so we could arrive to church on time. It had snowed a little last night, but the roads seemed to be pretty clear and not icy on out residential street so it seemed like a logical way to church. As we got onto the onramp, “the ice box” began to fishtail a little to the left, so I turned my wheel to the left to pull us out of the fishtail. I was shocked at how instantly the car turned and began to fishtail to the right and then next thing I knew we were no longer on the road, but actually looking at the road from the ditch on the side of the onramp. All Becki said the whole time was “we are okay, we are okay, its okay, were okay.” My heart was pounding fast, I was shaking a little bit and I was desperately hoping that we would be able to drive out of this predicament. But it was pretty obvious we were going nowhere for awhile. Ironically, my sister’s cell phone was ringing and she answered it with “we are in a ditch.” It was my mom on the other line and she said she would call our father to come pick us up. Becki and I sat in the freezing car trying to act like we weren’t on the side of the high way waiting for a handsome fellow to rescue two damsels in distress. I put the car in park, turned off the lights and figured that since the heater doesn’t work, I turned the car off too. I reclined my seat so that passing vehicles couldn’t see me, Becki freaked out thinking that we would roll down the hill farther from the road. We listened to the radio and talked about the songs, and acted completely rational. Within a few minuets my dad called and said that he could see us. And then he began to tease us about how far from the road we were.            

Becki and I climbed out of the car to meet him. I saw that my tire tracks in the freshly fallen snow were unlike any tire tracks I had ever seen, all four tires must have been going in different directions. Walking throught the deep snow in stiletto heels was definitely a challenge in itself. As my dad’s dark gray
Toyota pulled up I could see the anxious eyes of my little brother Joe, peaking out the window to see the site. As I got in the car he says to me “Woah Kate, it looks like the tragedy messed up your hair a little bit!” I responded with a very mature remark of “it looks like your face is a little messed up.” We did make it to church in time for music practice. After practice we waited for the service to start, I was in the church office talking to my friend Laura, when I over heard my dad telling someone how I drove into a ditch. And, it was then that I realized that this was only the beginning. You see, my dad is the pastor of our little church and I knew he was going to tell everyone from the pulpit.            

As the service began, my dad went forward for announcements and like I predicated he told every one, after which, my sister too made an announcement and made it clear to everyone that I was the one driving. Thankfully, it was my week to read a few verses to open the service. Before I read the verses I was suppose to, I redeemed myself. And I told the congregation that the car was not that far from the road, and that if Becki was driving she would have flipped that car.

I called my mom and she told me to get some coffee and wait for my class to start. i agreed and now i am super hyper!

At 9:40 i began to walk back to my class (at the right time, this time) and i slipped and spilled coffee all over my mitten and coat. (but thankfully, i didnt fall all the way down)