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Lola (my car) had a rough weekend.

After work on Friday, I was driving up the hill to Orem and she started to struggle. The check engine light went on and acceleration was very difficult. When I made it to the first stop light my car was idling so rough that she was literally shaking.

Not good.

Confession: I am not good under pressure and I was trying not to freak out.


Shocker, I know.

I was on my way to watch Safe Haven with a friend. I've been looking forward to see it for months but I was so stressed about my car that I was a ball of nerves through the whole show and didn't enjoy it at all which is really annoying.

(I got these photos here).

When the movie was over, I said good-bye to Rachelle and headed home. My car was not doing good. I only made it to the stoplight at University Parkway and State Street when the meltdown (me) started. I called my Dad in tears. He's so funny and just told me to put Heet in the gas because he was sure I had water in my tank. So, being the obedient daughter I am, I pulled into Chevron and did as I was told, then I drove around for a little while. It wasn't running any better, so I did what any stressed out girl would do, I pulled over and had a major breakdown right there on a side street in Orem. In my defense I was really tired and hadn't eaten since noon (it was 8:30 pm) so my blood sugar was low.

Plus, I'm really tired of handling every single crisis alone. Don't get me wrong, I really enjoy my independence and can take care of most things, but it would be really nice to have a partner, especially when it comes to home/car repairs.


That's all I'm saying.

My friend Anna who lived close to where I 'broke down' wasn't home and Jordan and David were conveniently out of town for the night. I called Rachelle who was already all the way home and probably in her stretchy pants ready for bed.

She's so nice and came back to save me. I decided just to drive (very slowly) to my mechanic in North Orem, then Rachelle took me all the way home. She's such a great friend.

The next day was my Uncle Evan's birthday party in Lehi and as soon as I got home, I texted Cade and told him I couldn't go because I was stranded without a car all weekend. I have to admit that I was kind of glad to have an excuse to stay home and really deep clean my house. Cade would not accept that and said that he and Krystal would pick me up. When I told him that there was no way he was coming all the way to get me he said, "Oh, you don't want to hang out with us?"

What a dork.

So, they not only drove from Bountiful to Spanish Fork to Lehi back to Spanish Fork then all the way back to Bountiful on snowy, crappy roads but they also bought me lunch at Cafe Rio.

They're pretty much rockstars.

We had the best day. It was so great to hang out with them all day and see my aunt, uncle and cousins. It was also nice to be distracted from worrying about the millions of dollars my car repairs were sure to cost.

However, Monday morning when I called my mechanic, I got some pretty great news. They just had to replace 4 coils and the spark plugs. WHEW! Not that getting a new car would be the end of the world, but it doesn't really fit into my budget these days. 

Lola has 160,589 miles. Here's to 160,000 more! She's running better than she has in years.

Since we are currently between snow storms (is Spring coming soon?!), I stopped by the carwash today.


Besides, my mom says a clean car runs better.

I've never noticed that the soap at my carwash is different colors.

Pretty cool, huh?