Fresh out.

"Out of gas, out of road, out of car I don't know how I'm gunna go"

Travis and I used to always joke that these Modest Mouse lyrics fit Kassi perfectly. For awhile there, she was calling, almost weekly because she ran out of gas.

As much as I DON'T want the lyrics to apply to me, they did this weekend.

Trey and I were on our way to the gas station, after leaving the park and because I have a really bad habit of letting my gas light come on before I get gas, we ran out of gas in the middle of pulling out of a parking lot. We were halfway in the parking lot, halfway in the street and my car would NOT go any further :(.

I called my Grandma first thing to see if she would be able to bring a gas can out...and a *funnel and she told me she would be able to do that and would be on her way.

In the meantime, I decided that I should put my car into neutral and try to at least push it back into the parking lot so it was out of the way, and so that people would stop pulling up right behind me and honking because I was taking forever to turn. Hello people. I have flashing blinkers. What does that mean to you?? I tried my hardest and failed in my attempt to move my car by myself. So, I got back in my car and just waited.

A guy pulls up. I judge him right away. He looks dirty, has kind of a lot of facial hair, I'm kind of worried, hoping he doesn't ask if I need help. I roll down my window and he asks "Is everything okay?" I answer "Yeah, I'm just out of gas, everything is fine :)" He says okay and pulls off.

About 5 minutes later a lady pulls up behind me and walks over asking the same question. I provide the same answer and she asks if I would like some help in moving my car into the parking lot while I am waiting for someone to come. I tell her that would be fantastic.

I get out of the car and we both go to the front of the car to start moving it and that guy pulls up again...

I look at him kind of confused but thinking...maybe he just feels bad that he didn't offer to help move the car, so he was coming back to help.

I was wrong.

This guy (let's see if I can do this without tears this time) went to the gas station, filled up his gas can, brought it back to me, and put the gas in my car.

Wow.

I handed him $5 , thanked him over and over and over and told him that he didn't have to do that and the only thing he said was "Well, I did have to. I have to be a good Samaritan."

How horrible of me to judge such a great guy.

He really took the time out of whatever he was doing, went to the gas station, and brought me back gas. What a lesson I learned. I love finding these types of people out there. What a nice guy. I will definitely pay it forward! :)

Friday was such an eventful day!! I pulled up to the gas station to get gas, put in my debit card and it said that it was unable to authorize, see cashier. I walk inside and tell the lady that I need to put $35 in pump 2. Simple, right? It took around 5 minutes of her trying to get it to work before she finally asked me if I would mind moving to the pump behind it because for some reason, that one was having problems. I said that would be fine and she said okay, go ahead and enter your pin. I look up at the price and it says -Amount $435, correct?- Yeah, she accidentally over charged my by $400!! It's a good thing I caught it. I was as nice as I could be considering I had just been crying the entire way to the gas station and felt bad about anything and everything, lol but that was crazy!

*I've got a fairly funny story related to running out of gas and a funnel that I will share one day. Remind me ;)

Trey and I go to the park

Friday after work I went into my room to change and saw Trey doing this:

haha...I took it as a hint and got him ready to go to the park. It was quite the eventful trip to the park...of course it was...do I ever have trips that are un-eventful? Very rarely.

Unfortunately Fortunatley I do not have pictures of what I am about to talk about as it might have been one of the dumbest ideas I have come up with. ever. in my entire life.

So, some of you may or may not know that, for the time being, Travis has moved back to Price to go to school for welding. It has been really rough finding a job down here so we decided it would be best. That being said, I am now making trips to the park alone with Trey. When Trav and I would take Trey to the park, we would bring his ball and play fetch with him so he is able to really run around and kinda strech out. I never worried about taking him off of his leash because Travis was there and he listens to me, but I have to admit (hopefully Travis doesnt read this...he can't know that I am admitting to this :)) that he definitely listens to Travis. Travis definitely is the pack leader in Trey's eyes so it only takes him one time to tell Trey something it might take me 2 or 3 times to tell him, unless it is shake, other one, sit, or high five, you know...the important stuff. Anyway, so here we are at the park. With the ball to play fetch, and our retractable leash and I'm contemplating letting him off of the leash without Trav so we can play fetch. I look around and see 1) TWO soccer games going on, 2) At least 10 other dogs walking with their owners, and 3) 96 kids at the skate park. I decide that I should keep Trey on his leash. He's just a little too friendly for all of the action going around.

I still wanted to play fetch because he needs his excersize. He is a dog. He needs to be able to run around and play. So, here comes idea numero uno. Why don't I just sit on the bench and throw the ball about 20 feet out, where I will be able to keep him on his retractable leash, and he will be able to still run out and get it? That will be perfect...it's a win win situation :).

We played that game for approximately 5 minutes before Trey gave me a look like really? Are you kidding..you want me to run for 5.4 seconds to get a ball and bring it back? C'mon now...

This is where idea number two comes into play. I decided that I still shouldnt take him off of his leash so what I was going to do planning on doing was throwing his ball as far as I could, like we usually do, and let his leash retract while I am, in the meantime, running along with him to get his ball.

Sounds like a fantastic idea, right?

Wrong.

Apparently dogs run at speeds much, much, MUCH faster than Jessica's running speed. (This proves that I can only run 12mph on a treadmill, when forced...but that's another story in and of itself)

The result: Jessica continuing to have a death grip on Trey's leash, knowing she is not making enough steps to keep up with Trey, and falling down about 1/3 of the way to the ball.

Unfortunately Trey is a trooper and CONTINUED to go for his ball, dragging me along. haha. That was definitely the first and last time we will try that trick. I am sure the soccer kids got a kick out of that one.

After that, I figured I have used all of my resources and that I am just going to trust Trey off of the leash. He listens to me, don't get me wrong...but you always have to worry when there is just so much going on.

So, we continue on our walk through the park.

Stop at what seems to be doggie marking domain heaven.

and start fetch off of the leash. It (thank goodness) went very well. He was distracted by other dogs a few times but they would come and say hi and he would get over it and we would get back to fetch.

One time I threw it and he ran (very quickly) to go get it and stopped all of a sudden, looking kinda confused. I'm thinking...what is he doing?

I catch up to him and this is what we are both staring at:

Yeah, that's his ball. In the middle of the river in the park.

Trey has NEVER willingly gone into any sort of water. (Yes, he tries to fight the water coming from the hose, and I do lift his 47lb body into the tub) He looked at the ball for a few minutes, really confused. Finally after me telling him to go get it, he decided to give it a shot. He did the following pose, in combination with pawing at the water for about 5 minutes before actually getting in.
After he finally got in, he loved it!! It was hard to get him out of the water! In fact, he acted like he owned the place after about 10 minutes. He wasn't down with the idea of sticking his face down in the water to get his ball so again, confused look. He would try to move it around with his paw but realized it wasn't going anywhere OUTSIDE of the water. It was a pretty awesome experience. I had to keep saying "Trey! Get your ball buddy :)" Everytime I said that, he would move it a little closer to my reach, finally we got it under control and I was able to pick it up out of the water and we were back in business. After we got home, I started a *project and Trey slept. It was a fun day, minus the bruises on my leg from the fall and slide. ;)

*I will post about this next.

All at once

Here's the thing. I try to be as diligent as possible at posting at least twice a week but you know what...lately NOTHING has come up. I guess I could still write a post saying "Hi, thanks for taking time out of your day to type in my really long blog address only to find this update letting you know that the blog still exists, I lead a pretty uneventful life and, I am still alive and well. Have a fantastic day."

That would be good. It would count as posts, right? (I'm not going to lie...hitting 50 posts was a pretty fantastic thing for me :))

Anyway, the all at once thing. So uh...I'm going to admit to something that in my head makes me feel like a total blogger nerd but um...here's to hoping I'm not the only one doing this. Most Some days I hope for things to happen in which I can later blog about. See, I most definitely look out for my readers. I love reading blogs so I know the feeling of going to a blog and seeing something new to read, almost daily. So, I try to return the favor!

The hard part? Nothing ever seems to come up! And, finally, when something(s) come up...it is all at once. In one day. So, then...here I am writing a novel every other week, instead of spread out, more frequent posts. *Note to future life occurrences- - please spread yourself out. I have a blog to keep up with. Thanks, bye.*

. . .

Yesterday, I added something new to my life and I feel like everyone should know about it because um, besides this picture...

It is my favorite thing right now.

Ready for it?

*Insert Drum-Roll*






BAM!! Here she is. Lookin' all cute n' stuff. My life will never be the same. I am so, super excited!! I have never had a phone with more than 5 options so, this is a pretty exciting thing. I probably wont be a blackberry expert for a few days but, it will come. I know it will.

Another fantastic thing is my sister has the same phone so she can help me along the way. In doing just that, yesterday she messaged me and said "Go into bb messenger and press sym sym twice. You will love it" Sounds easy enough, right? So, I go into bb messenger, curious to find yet another thing I love about my phone and I type s y m s y m. Hm..nothing. Kassi doesn't know what she is talking about. I then put my phone down and go back to what I was doing. Later that night, I am looking at the different buttons on my phone and come across one that says "SYM" apparently Kassi did know what she was talking about and I am a freekin idiot for actually typing symsym into blackberry messenger. It actually brings up a myriad of SMILEY FACES :)

In other news because, you know, the blog God's knew I was going to write about my phone so they figured hey...let's throw something else in for her to write about as well. After all, she hasn't posted forever. Yesterday I left work at 5 and had to run home real quick to get my debit card and be back to work by 5:30. During rush hour. Normally it is possible, but not when everyone decides that 5 is a good time to leave work. Anyway, I get to my house at about 5:20, run inside while thinking to myself...Okay...debit card, where are you? Oh ya, it is in the pocket of the jacket I wore yesterday. Sweet. I check the pocket and there is no debit card. Okay, um...OH, it is in the pants that I wore yesterday, I remember because I stopped at the store after work and instead of putting it back where it belongs, I put it into my pants pocket. I go into my room and look for the pants that I wore yesterday. They are not there. Wanna know why? BECAUSE I DIDNT GO STRAIGHT HOME AFTER WORK. I WENT TO MY GRANDMA'S HOUSE AND WANTED TO BE COMEFORTABLE SO I TOOK SAID PANTS OFF AND CHANGED INTO SOMETHING A LITTLE MORE COMFORTABLE AND PUT SAID PANTS IN BACK OF MY CAR. That's right. That whole trip home, in the horrible, annoying traffic, while I was in a hurry, all to get my debit card, was pointless as it was in the back seat of my car the entire time.


Love it.

How do I know that I am good?

...Because last night when I went grocery shopping after work, I realized I forgot my debit card at home.

No, That is not the reason I am good.

I checked my wallet and I had $90 cash. I knew that I could NOT go over $90. How embarrasing would that be?? So, anyway...I get up to the cash register to check out and she tells me my total.

$89.17

THAT, my friends...Is how I know I am good!

PS- There was no use of a calculator.

TBS in SLC!

**Updated**
Actually, I am thinking about this --I will totally be the 63 year old at their show one day.-- section of my last post and I clearly wasn't thinking straight. If I am 63...that means they are probably 70-73...I hope they are able to rock shows at that age, but I just dont know if they are that hardcore. I guess only time will tell :)

OH MY!! Nothing is making me as happy as this yellow box right now. I cannot wait! TBS is an absolute favorite and has been for a long, long time. I will totally be the 63 year old at their show one day. But this time...I will be one of the many 22 year olds. CAN'T WAIT!!

Another for the "Keys" label

I was hesitating to post this because well...it gets boring after awhile but I will keep it short and simple...

I left my keys inside of Rumbi this weekend. (Thank goodness someone picked them up for me and put them behind the counter.)

Next goal: To invent a key chain that screams when someone I am more than 2 feet away from my keys.

Who needs keys?

What did I do yesterday, you ask?

Oh, you know...the norm.

1) Went to work
2) Came home, did the dishes, swept and mopped the floor, dusted
3) Started dinner
4) Ate
5) Got in the shower, got ready
6) Gathered my things and walked out the door
7) Remembered to lock the door because I am great at locking things
8) Didn't remember to grab the keys off of my kitchen table
9) Rememered that I remembered to close the bathroom window and lock both doors
10) Said "are you kidding?" outloud. To no one.
11) Called Grandma. Who was eating noodle soup. AND watching American Idol (Her fav)
12) Waited on the porch, outside, for 46 minutes while waiting for Grandma to drive downtown from Sandy. On State street.

Yeah...nothing spectacular except for I added another reason to the ever-growing list of reasons why Jessica should not be allowed to have keys. :)

You can find other documented reasons here and here.

In fact. I think I might just add a "Keys" label to all of my other labels. I feel like once you have at least three posts that would fit into a label, it is time to create that label.