accident #2

ok, so it's the second day of our second trip of the year.  last trip i accidently made the gas stove explode, and well, this time i had another little accident. this trip is quite a bit bigger than last time, about 175 people more. so instead of having one worksite, we have 7.  so i'm pretty much just running from worksite to worksite all day.  one of our worksites happens to be on the old dump.  so just picture unbelievable amounts of trash piled up and then covered with a thin layer of sand.  so i'm driving out to check on this group and as soon as i get there i find out they have no chicken wire.  ok, let me call dustin and i will be back asap with some chicken wire.  

it's important to know a couple things...  first, i am driving a very large, old, dually chevy truck.  it's great for loading materials in, but it is extremely heavy and does not have four-wheel drive. this can be a problem when driving in the sand (which is what the majority of the roads here are).  so i'm on the phone with dustin, and reversing.  seems ok, but i tend to do stupid things when i am trying to do too many things at once.  so i'm backing up through the sand and trash, and i happen to be a little to the right of the beaten path, but that's ok because i only have to back up about 20 more feet and i'll be on the road and can drive forward.  so i'm on the phone with dustin and he's telling me to go wherever for the chicken wire..."ok ok i'm on my way...waoh!  ooooh my gosh!"  i've fallen back, truck included, and now 

i'm stuck.  dustin says he'll be right there (assuming i just got the truck stuck in the sand again).  i, however, know exactly what happened.  i just backed this dually truckinto a hole.  a 4 foot deep, 4 foot wide, 8 foot long TRENCH!  are you kidding me?  did this seriously just happen? 

i get out and am in complete shock.  the mexican ladies come running, the kids following behind, and the entire crew that is waiting for chicken wire is staring in awe.  after lots of hugs, lots of laughing and maybe a few tears, dustin shows up.  "THIS is what you got stuck in?!"  now i don't know if he actually said that out loud, but i know that's what he was thinking.  he just laughs and avoids eye contact so i don't really start to cry.  so while he figures out what to do, 

i run with erin to find that chicken wire. i get back to the scene of the accident and just watch as dustin and three other guys decide how to get this truck out.  i think they actually enjoyed this part.  three tow straps, two heavy duty trucks, one suburban,  and a 15 foot chain and this beast of a truck is back to where it should be.                                                                     (pic of tow strap one breaking) 

the kids then made it their job to fill that hole with as much sand and trash as they possibly could, so that would never happen again.  so in the end, everything turned out

 ok.  the truck works fine (surprisingly), no one was hurt, there were some good laughs and the guys enjoyed putting the strength of their trucks to the test.  we made a memory, and now i have another story.  i love stories.  i just don't know how many more memories i want of me looking like some ditzy blonde american girl.

  

goodbye pretty purse

so my purse got stolen today…

ugh i still can’t believe it’s gone.  we were running errands in town and we were at our last stop.  we just had to run into the grocery store to grab one thing.  dustin always pays for things, so i just left my purse in the car.  we always lock our doors and it was the middle of the day on a busy street so no big deal.  so we get back to the car, unlock it and “my purse is gone!  someone stole my purse.”  i’m really good at freaking out, but i tried to stay calm.  was it here when we went into this store?  did i take it in with me and set it down?  i retraced our steps, but to no avail.  it was officially stolen.  creepy that someone slipped in our car, grabbed it and disappeared.  and that he/she so easily got away with it.  no one questioned, no one cared to stop him/her.  thankfully nothing besides my purse was taken.   unthankfully i had just put our camera in my purse.  well dustin’s camera, so that makes it even worse.  and, this isn’t quite on the same scale as the camera, but i’d been wanting a cute purse (you know, cute and casual, but can also look nice) forever, and i finally got one this christmas from my mom, and now it’s gone.  along with 2 cute change purses, my spanish/english dictionary which is replaceable but was a gift, so to me it had sentimental value.  and my bible that dustin had bought me years ago.  all replaceable things yes, but they were special to me.  not to mention my drivers license, debit/credit cards, mexican cell phone, etc.  so i lose all these things, have to waste my time reporting what’s been stolen, and for what, $10-$15.  lame. keep the $ and let me keep my things please.  we circled the area a few times, hoping that they realized there was only a little $, took that and then dropped the rest.  but that didn’t happen.  the thing that’s a little scary is that my keys were in my purse.  those keys include a key to our car and our house.  we’re hoping the thief isn’t smart enough to track our car down and take that, or worse track us down and find our house.  that’s probably very unlikely, but i happen to be very unlucky.  in the last year and a half or so, if you combine my spacyness and bad luck i’ve managed to lose 3 phones, 3 very cute change purses, 3 credit cards, 2 drivers licenses, countless gift cards, about $45, a set of keys, a camera and a wedding band.  my reaction is improving though.  less hysteria and less tears.  anyway, that’s my story for today.  “a little scary but surprisingly… upbeat”  (that will only make sense to those who’ve seen ‘how to lose a guy in 10 days’)