A Car Ride

This past Saturday on the 28th, Annie (roomate) and I had to drive to Dixon to pick up a friend to come and stay with us for the night. I got to drive on the way there when all of the sudden a horrible sound came from the car. I turned off the music and told Annie that the car was making an awful sound like something had dropped and was being dragged along the pavement. Annie instructed to pull over and she would jump out and inspect the car. As I sat in the car waiting for answers, I could see Annie laughing and shaking her hands and head in the rearview mirror. I knew something was up. I jumped out of the car and looked down... yes... we had a flat. I got to change a tire for the first time in my life! It was so exciting. As Annie jacked the car up and switched tires I got to put the bolts on and tighten them. Once the tire had been changed we got back in the car and I noticed a drop a blood on my knee and grease on my leg. I thought it was the coolest thing ever! At the same time I noticed a kid (mid 20s) in a van who had turned around and told us to roll down our windows. Annie rolled it down and the next few words that came out of the kid's mouth was not expected.

"Do you girls know you put that tire on backwards!?"

We both got out of the car and again and stared at the tire. I didn't notice anything wrong but Annie did. I even asked the guy, "How do you know?" He looked at me like I was questioning him and said, "I've done this many times."

Annie was increasingly irritated with this guy and instructed him to make himself useful by loosening the bolts. Which he did and then we told him to go and we had it under control. Alas the tire was changed and on correctly. I know how to change a tire and our mistake of putting it on backwards will only teach me the next time.

One Time Isn't Enough

Ok.. I'm sure a while back some of you can remember when I posted something about getting into a car accident (s). Of course one accident wasn't enough and 30 minutes later I was in another one.

Well...

Today was the third time of locking my keys in the car. The first time I was in a hurry and didn't think much of it and left them sitting on the floor of the car. I'm not sure why I threw them on the floor, locked the door, and shut it. Doesn't make sense but I honestly don't remember doing any of that. So.. Joab the officer came (from public safety) and unlocked my car and jokingly told me to never do that again.

The second time I remember thinking to myself... put your keys in the purse, Barbara. I did. But I guess I didn't tell myself... pick up your purse, Barbara. I left my purse sitting on the floor. Sighs... so Jeff the officer came. Actually I flagged him down while he was driving around on campus and told him to follow me to my van.

The third time was today. I had several bags to take to class today and I thought I grabbed them all. No. I left my purse sitting on the floor again. I went to class and decided to worry about it later. I called public safety after class and Jeff (again) the officer came and helped. He chuckled and said, "I remember this van with the stickers!".

So... when you see me do or say something once that was a mistake.. just wait.. it'll happen again because for Barb Garard.. one time isn't enough.

*Did I mention that all three times happened in one month??

A Few of My Non-favorite Things

Lots to do this week and lots to do next week. But according to my roomates, everyone has to do it. School. I have 2 papers to work on this weekend that are due next week. I have an extra credit paper due today and an appointment at 9 am. I have a Dr. appt. on Friday which is causing me to miss my Geology class (no complaints). I have two exams next week. I have a quiz (which is really a test) this Friday. I have lots of reading and research to do. People want answers, I don't have them. Just yesterday my throat started to hurt and nose started to run. I wake up this morning and its worse. I need to do laundry. I need to clean my room. I'm leaving in a couple of weeks. My breath stinks. I need to love God and stop complaining. These days are God given days. Just pray for me as I make it through my last couple of weeks of school. Then mom, Grace, and I start the wedding planning which is what I'm really looking forward to.

Talkin Deaf

Tonight I enjoyed a brief visit with my lovable Deb Myers. We were laughin and kickin and just having a grand ole time. Amanda, Deb, and I had much to talk about. We ended up talking about sign language and how I learned it. Deb asked a wonderful question and seriously wanted an answer.

"So... when you were learnin sign language and all... did your mom talk deaf to you??"

Happiness... with a side of change

Change. Change is hard but good. But us believers have to be careful. Although change can be good or is happening for good, it can cause our sins to rise to the surface. Pastor Bob spoke about change on Sunday night. Although I was in the nursery that night, I heard about it from several people after church.

I'm going to be going through a lot of change in the next month and in the next few months. I'm leaving my home. But I'm leaving my home for a new home. This house I'm in now has been my home since I was a weeee little baby. Seems like it was just yesterday when I was running around the table and dad was chasing me. I get a good laugh when I think about all the memories this house holds. Its sad to leave this home but my home isn't here... nor will it be in Enid, or Lawton. My home is with my Father in heaven. Home is such a comforting word in many ways.

I'm also going through the change of churches. Even though I've only been a member at Morning Star Baptist for 4 years.... Those 4 years seem like 10 years. I've grown so close to everyone in that church. I've had a wonderful pastor who wasn't afraid to not only step on my toes (through his preaching) but stomp. I look up to the ladies at MorningStar on so many levels. As wives, mothers, sisters, and friends. I have developed many friendships at this church that I know will be here waiting when I come and visit. 4 years ago when ouor church started I was hurting with the rest of the church, but now I'm rejoicing and would through it again and again. Because of Pastor Bob's preaching I have been convicted time and time again and not to mention that I look at my sin and my life on earth completely different than I have ever had before. Thank you MorningStar. Thank you Pastor Bob.

* But watch out Dad (Pasta Mark) I'm coming to be apart of your church.

Finally I'm going through the change of families. Of course I will always have my family but I'm starting my own. Its exciting but its change. I want this change but more than anything I've been praying that I take Christ with me in this change. I hope you will pray as well. At the same time, I hope you can rejoice with Paul and I. Hope??? Some of you might be glad I'm off of your hands.. Ha.

All in all change is good but pray that I react to the change in a holy manner and not to let my sin rise to the surface. Which I'm sure it will so just pray for God's Grace.

All "Tangled" Up

Ok.. so this morning something happened that was painful but (slightly) funny. But for my readers I know you will get either a good laugh or smile. I had gotten up at 5:30am to start my homework for the day. After doing some notes I ran and jumped in the shower. While I was blow drying my hair (while using a round brush) my brush got stuck in my hair. At first, I wasn't alarmed. Until I started tugging at it. "OUCH! Its actually stuck!" After a few minutes of sheer panic, I got myself to settle down. I pulled and yanked and tried everything. I was becoming very frustrated. I stood and looked in my mirror, I looked pathetic. My brush was stuck in my hair!! My eyes started to tear up and I decided I needed help. I made my way down to mother Karyn's room. I had to wake her up and I'm sure being woke up by your roomate claiming that their brush is stuck in their hair was almost unrealistic for a moment. After ten minutes, Karyn finally went and got a bobby pin and had to weave my hair out of the brush. Too much drama at 6 am in the morning. Now its about 5:00 pm and my head is actually sore. I think that brush is going in the garbage.