Alright so a couple weeks ago Dad looks at my tires and decides that I need new ones, but it was kinda late so we couldn't get them then. So we were going to do it the next weekend, but they forgot, and instead we went shopping (I got a cute tank top and new socks, yay!!!). So then we're like, ok. I'll go up on Tuesday and we'll get them right after they get out of school. Matthew couldn't go with me because he was at work. So I'm driving up, going the back way like I always do (it only takes a few minutes longer and it's a nice drive, especially now when it's green and there's flowers). I'm happily singing along to that evil Hannah Montana song and all of the sudden my car is really loud, slowing down, and pulling to the left. I'm like, you've got to be kidding me! So I pull over, and sure enough, that tire is no more. So fine, I'll be ok, I'll call Matthew or AAA and it'll all be grand. Oh, no cell service. Ok then, I theoretically know how to change a tire, lets see here... So I get out everything, and am very relieved to see that I have a good spare and all the tools I need and I get going. I get the car up on the jack and have loosened two bolts and I'm feeling pretty good and proud of myself cuz I'm totally changing a tire in the middle of nowhere by myself. Go me! Then a truck pulls up and the two guys ask me if I need any help and I'm like "you know, I think I've got it, thanks though!" so they leave. And I start to loosen a third bolt. And then car falls off the jack. Ok, fine, I'll put it up again. So I try to, and it falls again. Apparently the dirt that I"m on isn't hard enough. Fine. I move my car forward a few feet to a really hard part. I get it up and try to loosen the bolt. It falls. By now my arms are really sore from lifting the car 3 times and I'm getting frustrated. Then some guy and his wife pull up on their Harley and ask if I need help. "Um.. apparently I do, thanks!" So we find a pallet, break it up, and use some wood to put the jack on so it doesn't fall. And then I change the tire, yay!!! I got up to Tehachapi ok and of course, had a message from Dad wondering where I was, so I call him and we laugh and we go to the tire store and they laugh and now I have tires, yay! Apparently I need new brake pads though. ugh. It never ends!!
So yup, that's my funny story. I was on my way to get new tires when I got a flat, and then I almost changed it by myself. I kept the piece of wood as a just in case.
Anyway, I need to go check the mail. I ordered some springtails (tiny white bugs that live in soil, if you have any potted plants or a garden I promise, you have at the very least several hundred, and more likely several thousand) because they're the only things my baby frogs will be able to eat. And they're really good to have in tanks anyway because they eat mold and frog poop, so they help keep everything clean. I'm pretty sure my frogs have eaten all the springtails in my tanks right now, so yeah. I'm planning on seperating the one culture I ordered into a 3 or 4, and then when they're big enough dump into my frog tanks. Well, except for the one that I'll be using to feed my froglets. :)
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