A Little WD-40 Please!

Ok, so I am hanging at my parents and decided to steal a moment at the computer to update our blog. And now I don't know what to write! I feel so rusty at this. I guess I can relay the story of how our Christmas went for those who haven't heard yet. It is a wonderful story that we will retell year after year just to remind ourselves Christmas can only get better ;o).

READY? OK!

So Tucker had to start his work week on Christmas day (I know! Sucky right? Well it just so happens that he is going to have to work like the next seven Christmases or something. Whatever, don't even get me started.) Ok I am focused again, Tucker had to work Christmas so he brought Korbin and me down to my parents' house to spend the night on Christmas eve. The plan was for us to go back home on Christmas day so we could spend time with Tucker when he got home from work at 7:00pm. You know, there have been many years when I have wished for snow and been disappointed, why couldn't the tons of snow have come on one of those Christmases? Well the snow meant that Korbin and I had to spend another night at my parents' house (good thing we made a run to Family Dollar on Christmas eve to buy some undies for me. I forgot to pack them. Oops.)

Tucker on the other hand tried to brave the snow and drive home. He didn't make it. The car lodged itself in a snow bank somewhere around six miles out of the canyon. Good Samaritans did pull over and worked with Tucker for an hour or two to get it unstuck. Success! Tucker promptly called and canceled the tow truck that was on it's way. It might have been a good idea to see if the car started before canceling it, but he didn't and it wouldn't. And wouldn't ya know? the insurance company could no longer find a tow truck in the area. So Tucker and one of the Good Samaritans (a UDOT plow driver) undid their hours of work and pushed the car back where it had been. Mr. G.S. then gave Tucker a ride home and told him he would call the Sheriff's office and let them know about the trouble.

Ok, 10:00 a.m. next morning: Tucker has a tow truck pick him up and head back to the scene of the crime. The car is gone. So they go back in to town and somehow find the car. It was impounded at 8 a.m. by the Sheriff. Go figure. No problem, Tucker has already taken the day off so he will just bail the car out and go home. Only, the state of Utah offices are now closed on Fridays (whose brilliant idea was that?!) and so the car has to sit in the impound over the weekend and rack up daily fees. Fantastic! Tucker has the tow truck take him home. Have you ever wondered how much it would cost to joy ride with a tow truck driver? For an hour it's about $174.

Monday: I wake up early, shower, send positive vibes out into the universe. I get dressed and do my hair and makeup (I want the impound lot to see me at my finest) and then get Korbin up and ready to go. A family friend picks Korbin and me up. We struggle with the car seat, get Korbin buckled in, and we're off! We first have to go to the car and get the license and registration and then to the state building. Positive vibrations, positive vibrations-they must have not quite made it to the universe. They wouldn't release the car to me because my name was not on the title cue the tears. I needed a notarized letter from Tucker saying I could free our heap from the impound (Tucker was gone from 3am-7pm that week working, where were we supposed to get a letter notarized?.) When the clerk told me he was sorry I muttered something very intelligent like "Yeah, sure you are" and turned to make my grand exit. Only, the title fell out of my purse as I left and the clerk had to call me back to retrieve it. A proud moment for me.

Ok, this is getting lengthy so I'll try and wrap it up. So our family friend (Thanks John!) went home after dropping us off and he and his wife called the state office back and explained our situation to them. They said that a signed letter with a copy of Tucker's license would be good enough. Tucker made it to the copy place at 6:59 that night. They closed at 7:00. So we finally got the car out on Tuesday and it has been sitting at the mechanics for several weeks now (which is another story all its own). Andrew and Julie came and helped me tow it down to a mechanic in Provo today. Hopefully they will be able to get to it sometime this year and we will once again be riding in style.

Oh, did I mention that car we were borrowing from my parents died in a huge cloud of smoke as we were trying to go the airport the other day? Ah well, that story will have to wait for another time. Dinner's ready...