So I used to be great at posting, and then life happened... Sorry.
Today, I'm most grateful for my family. More like the last couple weeks I've been EXTREMELY grateful for my family. They have always taken care of me and helped me whenever I needed help. They love me even when I feel unloveable, and they have always had my back.
Let me tell you a story:
About a two weeks ago my car decided to hate me. It didn't want to start- after much speculation I determined that It had to be the battery. So I decided I was going to jump my car- if that didn't work then I was going to pull the battery out and go to AutoZone (great place btw! I Highly recommend!). Well I didn't know whose cars were parked next to me in my apartment complex's parking lot so a very kind friend offered to help me push the car out of the stall and into the middle of the parking lot where we would then attach these lovely little electrical wires (jumper cables) and jump the vehicle. So I got in the car and put the keys into the ignition so that I could put it into reverse. Well on my way back out of the car some how my door locked, and then I shut the door and we began pushing the car.
When we got half way into the parking lot I went to go jump back into my car and put it into park except one little problem.... My car is now locked- With my keys and my purse, which contains my wallet, and checkbook, inside. So we determined it would be best to get my car out of the middle of the parking lot and push it back to where it was before. After this is done, I called the city police to ask if they would unlock it for me, but apparently there is no one in the dispatch office after 5. So then I called a friend and asked him to come help me break into my car.
After trying to break in for close to a half hour in 8 degree weather to no avail, he calls dispatch. Somehow they answered, he explained the situation and they said, "I'm sorry we don't do that anymore." I- feeling defeated called my mother and asked her if she wouldn't mind driving an hour to give me the spare set of keys so that I can get my wallet out of my car. She called my brother and asked him to escort her and and hour and a half later I got into my car, had it running (which only lasted like for 2 more days until I found out the battery was bad) and had a large food storage size can of granola in my hands.
So after I found out my battery was bad- I was very grateful for a friend who offered to drive me to AutoZone so I could have my battery tested. And before that was even possible I was even more grateful that my mother had given me tools for christmas and that my brother had taught me how to work on my car and how to take the battery out and put it back in. I probably would have found someway to ruin my car had he not told me the proper way to do it.
Needless to say, I am so grateful for the things that my family does for me in my time of need. I'm so grateful to have them forever. And I'm so glad that I get to live with those crazy- I mean NORMAL coughcough people.
I've got the best family in the whole world!!!
