Who says chivalry is dead?

I have to have the worst luck with cars! I told Justin that the electric blue POS, which he'd nursed along for the better part of a year, would die a week after he left and guess what? I was wrong...it only made it 4 days before it died! lol So after a long and careful search I bought "Quicksilver" and we rode of in to the sunset together. For a little while at least. If you know me at all, though, you probably know that any vehicle of mine can only run so long before we run right into trouble! So here's my latest adventure in the land of vehicular mishaps! :-)

Things were going great on Monday. The weather was gorgeous, sunny and 80 degrees. I went home to change and just see where the road took me. I had no plans so I called up a girlfriend who had her first baby in January. I hadn't seen them in a while and Emma is the cutest little chunky butt. I told KC I was on my way and headed out. Pulling up to a 4-way stop, I noticed my radio wasn't working. My first thought was that Justin's stereo project might not wait for him to get home. Oh well...could be worse right? Definitely! So, I started to turn but...uh oh. Not happening because my power steering was shot. That's when I started to worry. A quick check of blinkers and hazards and windows...nope...nothing's working and I can't accelerate. Coasting down the road at 55 I wonder just what I should do but the big, red stop sign getting closer makes things simple. I was coming up on another intersection and thought about trying to coast thru and attempting to limp it home. A white dump truck coming down the road changed my mind. When I stopped, the car died...completely. Great right? That's what I was thinking. I put it in park, turned it off and thought maybe I'd catch a break if I tried to start it again. No such luck though. It was dead as a door nail! I had no hazards but at least it was light out. As I'm getting out to take a look at the outside and under the hood, an S-10 pulls up. Two guys get out and ask if I need help. I'd known one of them for years, since my grandad had preached at his church and he had been just a grade below me in school. They tried to jump my brand new battery (which I'd just bought Saturday) but nothing. That's when I started calling. I had a feeling a tow truck would be the only thing to get me out of this latest vehicular mishap and I was right. The really great guys at Jason's Collision's would be there in a few minutes according to Jason himself. Meanwhile, another guy had shown up to help. I have no clue where he came from because he showed up while I was on the phone. He must have lived close by though because he didn't have a car. The guys decided to push my car thru the intersection, to be safe. Only one problem with that...my car refused to go into neutral. lol Just about the time they were messing with it and I was on the phone with my mechanic, a black Ford pulled up. I noticed right away that the man who got out had on a blue button up that said National Guard above the breast pocket. He asked if he could give it a try and slid in behind the wheel. While fiddling around in the car, he saw a pic of Justin and I and asked who the guy was. I told him and guess what? Turns out he's a sergeant in the Guard and knows Justin! :-) Small world right? He couldn't fix it though. lol So now we're all standing around, making small talk and waiting on the tow truck and my ride. The big green tow pulls up and one by one the guys left. THe guy from Jason's gets the car loaded up and Gretch still isn't there. She called and said she was on her way and Mr. Tow man told her just to meet us at the school down the road and he gave me a ride. Did I mention I had on a white skirt? I didn't know if I was going to make it all the way up into the cab with my modesty intact! :-P I made it though and he was the sweetest guy with a very country accent. Worse than my own! lol Gretch was waiting when we pulled in and as I was getting into her truck (which was thankfully lower than the tow!) my dad called me. I gave him an update on the situation and as soon as he hung up I broke down. I managed to get everything taken care off before I lost it but as soon as I stopped moving I just cried! lol All I could think was that I haven't even made a single payment on the car and it's broken! Thankfully, it was just the alternator belt and a broken bolt. Now it's back and good as new. I'm just glad that those guys were all nice enough to stop and help as best they could. No, they couldn't fix it, but they tried everything they could think of. People were stopping left and right and offering help. That's what I love about living around here. No, it's not exactly Mayberry, but people are still willing to help out when you need it.
I wrote Justin but haven't heard back yet. Which brings me to my second part of this blog. I KNOW that he's busy. My head keeps telling me that training is getting more intense. There out in the field more than ever...doing more of the "fun stuff" as he calls it. I'm glad that he's loving it and wouldn't want it any other way. Yet, part of me just wants a letter! Just a paragraph would be great. lol He told me mail would slow waaay down for the last few weeks, but blah...knowing it doesn't change the feeling I get when I open the mailbox to see junk mail and bills but no little square envelope with that familiar little scrunched up writing. :-)
I may actually get to see him after BCT and before AIT. Does it make any sense for me to be...nervous? I don't know but it sorta does. When I see him in May, it will have been 3 months since we dropped him off in Nashville. I can still see the look on his face as I walked away with his necklace in my hands. The thought of seeing him again, being able to touch him, smell him, actually see his facial expressions makes a lump in my throat and my stomach feel like its bouncing down to my toes and back up a million times a minute. It's exciting, of course, but it's scary too. Is that normal? So much has happened since he left that I don't even know where I'll start when I actually see him again. I want to know everything about BCT and life on the base and I want to tell him what he's missed around here. I'm not scared because my feelings have lessened...maybe it's because they've gotten stronger since he left and I didn't really expect that. Then again, I didn't have any idea what to expect when he left. I just want to hug him!! More than anything, I want to feel his arms around me! :-) I feel like I'm going 90 miles an hour in at least that many directions.
Anyways...it's off to church now. Then after that Gretch and I are going on our nightly 4 mile walk. We've been walking around the college campus for a while now and I've lost 5 whole pounds! Not a lot but, hey...it's a start and I'll take that! :-)