Hum dee dummmmmmm...

Well.. I haven't got a whole lot to do right now.. Once again i'm waiting for Walker while he is in a meeting.. I'm here at the OSU library just killing time.. What should i talk about? Oh! My car broke down! The other day i was with little Miss Megs and we were driving on campus after having dropped Walker off. We were coming up to an intersection and my motor stops.. Completly.. So i'm sitting at and intersection with a dead car and a baby in the back seat. (Sounds like a song.. Jesus take the Wheel..lol I wish he would have.) Not to mention it was about lunch time and everyone and there mom was out and about, so there was quite a bit of traffic. The thing that suprised me was while i was trying to start my car (and it was totally obvious it wasn't going to start anytime soon) nooo ooonnee came to help or ask if we were alright or anything! And then I was getting dirty looks like i was purposfully sitting there waiting to pick up someone or something.. Seriously, why wouldn't anyone help us!?! I did lose a little faith in humanity.. I called my mom and she told me to call my dad, so i did. I was trying to fight back tears while explaining to him what happened. He asked me "Did you run out of gas??" Ooops.. My gas was low, but i didn't think it was THAT low.. I told him that could be it.. So Megan and I waited there, in the middle of the intersection, juuusst hanging out.. By the way, incase you're wondering, there wasn't any place for us to push the car. The best i could do was to move it as much to the side as possible. After about ten minutes a nice lady did come and ask us if we were broke down but i explained that my dad was on his way to rescue us.. When i saw my dads big blue truck driving up Monroe towards us, it was literaly like the sound of his deisel engine was.. music or something. So he chained us up to the back of his truck and towed us to the gas station to fill up with gas...... Not the problem... My car still wouldn't start! So.. Megs got a ride in my dads truck while he towed me and Honda behind all the way back to our house.. A couple days later (this morning) he found out that it was one of the coils?? No clue.. But I've come to realize even more how grateful i am to have a dad who knows how to do stuff and fix stuff! Sooo, that story was pretty long and not that interesting with not that much of a moral to it.. But there it is. I feeling like talking about wedding stuff, but i think i'll save all of that for it's very own post.. Until next time! :)