Kate's newest adventure

I have neglected you, my dear readers. I'm sorry.



Okay, but with good reason.



My hood and my car have, unfortunately, parted company.

About a month ago, I had a small fender bender that slightly damaged my hood. That occurrence merely made me happy that the accident wasn't bigger. How was I to know that the bumping of a rear of another car and the front bumper of my car would fester like an infected sore and come back to haunt me?



Haunt me, it did. On Tuesday of this week, I was traveling on highway 65, almost to the overpass that proceeds College Ave, Business 71B. I could see my hood rattling as I drove just below the speed limit. Suddenly, with out warning, it flew up and with a loud CRACK, hit my windshield. I immediately screamed.



"What the heck did I learn in driver's ed?!?!?!" ran through my head. I was trying to think up some sort of text book remedy for this - but as none came to mind. I know that you're supposed to pump the break when it's icy. Not much help in Arkansas in AUGUST. I steered out of traffic, parked my car, and endeavored to push my hood down.



Picture this. A small brunette, in black leggings and a white flowery dress, standing along the side of the road, YANKING at her cars' hood. Yep. That was me. I managed to get it into it's initial resting place.



Once in motion again, however, the hood not only decided it needed to flip up again, but also tear off of the left side of my car. It swung over to keep the passage door company, as it started to drag on the ground.



The parking of the car after this incident was much more permanent. Triple A was called - only to tell me that my membership had expired. Not to worry. Scrambling through the myriad of numbers in the glove compartment of the car, I found one for roadside assistance. BINGO.



My location was pin pointed and a tow truck was dispatched. I resigned myself to waiting for them, with the vain hope that the driver would give me a ride to my work (which I had called bawling, to tell them that I would be a little late back from lunch). Unexpectedly, my savior arrived soon after, in a while truck with SHERIFF in bold green letters across the driver's door.



"Need some help, darlin' ?"



I grinned at the friendly looking sheriff and nodded. After letting the towing company know that I wouldn't be my vehicle, I hopped (almost carefree) into his vehicle. We sped off to my work, leaving my little lopsided car behind.



Oddly enough, I didn't get a picture of any of this. Think of this as a opportunity to imagine what really happened. If you can. Most people I have talked to about it are just completely baffled. They usually said "Your hood did what now???? :)

Much of the time that I would spend blogging in the mornings before work is now spent running (earlier than usual) and walking to the bus stop. The bus will be my main means of travel now until Alex and I can buy a car. Never fear though - I will find time to blog. I will not "blog-fade".

Also, check out my new blog called the street is my beat. It is mainly street photography, which I have developed an interest in, with a few other goodies on the side.

Enjoy, my friends.
xoxoxox =P