for the books.

What goes up most come down... right?

So.. does this also mean that when everything in your life is going so amazingly-wonderfully-perfectly well that the only direction things can go from there is... down?

Well, from my own personal experience in the past week I have gathered my own answer to this question. And my answer is a RESOUNDING "yup!"

People, its been a week for the books. I'm not kidding.

I am happy to tell ya'll that at this point I am sitting at my parents home (aka: home sweet home) in the beautiful Bellevue Nebraska (theres no place like it). I am sitting in the living room on the floor as I blog (something I dont do enough of these days) and I am giggling to myself as I look back on the past 7 days. all of that to say that I am not upset anymore about my horrible luck that has occured but instead I find it nothing short of amusing. Allow me to share.

(ps: this may be a long blog so feel free to take a second to get yourself a refreshment and make yourself comfy)

It all started Friday night when my cousin Doug brought his son (and my 2nd cousin) Noah over to my apartment. I had spent about a week with my sister and we had come up with an idea to get a feather extension in our hair together when I came home this weekend, which we were really excited about. Brad and Brit were in town for camp and had decided to stay an extra night with me before heading home Saturday. Noah came over and I made dinner and pie while we waited for Brandon to join us a little later on. When Doug dropped Noah off he shared with me that Grace (my new church yo)'s vbs was this week and they needed a preschool teacher, I told him I would be thrilled! So, monday- wednesday I would be at Grace teaching the preschool class from 6-9. Monday night came and I drove to Spring Hill and enjoyed a wonderful night with the kiddos (so stinkin cute) then came home around 10 o clock only to come face to face with my FIRST weekly dilemma ---- no parking.

This is a problem I run into most nights when I get home late. The parking at my apartment complex sucks and lets just say my car was parked in an area that it wasnt allowed. And thats all I want to say about that. I went inside, showered and laid down in my bed, had a great nights sleep and then at 5:45 when my alarm went off I rolled out of bed (must have been on the wrong side) and got ready for my day of "Emory and Hayden". At 6:45 I walked out of my apartment and headed towards my car only to find an empty spot where my "lucy" was left.

yup. my car was gone.

Can I just take a moment to say there is not a worse feeling then your car being gone and having no idea where it is. I called Shauna (aka: boss... aka: life saver) and she came and got me... to make a long story short. I got towed. By a place called Pro-Tow (I HATE YOU). and it cost me a whopping 240 dollars to get my 1997 rusty and dented Chevy Cavalier back. Ugh. At this point the only thing I was looking forward to was my "feather" I would get over the weekend.

TUESDAY NIGHT

Even with this happening I still made it to VBS on Tuesday (be impressed). Came home tuesday night and parked in a LEGIT parking spot. Went inside, showered and laid down...

"ahhhh, the worst day is over.. I made it... took care of everything without crying and without the help of mommy and daddy.... ahhhhhhhh" Then I fell asleep and the worst day ever was over...... until it carried over into wednesday.

WEDNESDAY MORNING (SOOOO EARLY)

At 12:45 I woke up and had this EXTREME tightness and weighty-ness (its a word) on my chest. Couldnt breathe, tried stretching.. didnt work... finally I decided to take a walk... (yup, at 12:45) I walked from room to room in my apartment humming to myself trying to get myself to calm down with the thought of being home in a few days with an adorable feather in my hair. ha.

the shortness of breath only lasted 3 minutes and then it felt better so I laid back down and tried to sleep... as soon as I laid down it started AGAIN... this went on for an hour. I slept HORRIBLE. 5:45 am came again and I got ready for my day and was happy to find Lucy where I had left her.

WEDNESDAY NIGHT:

During Vbs (which was so fun) we have games outside, I was sitting in the lawn with some teens and playing with the kiddos when I felt something bite my hip! nothing other than a TICK. gross and ouch. Got it removed but couldnt help but think the universe might just be rallying against me at this point... (something I'm dramatic) (feather... feather... feather...)

THURSDAY:

I had planned on going home on this day to see the Dean Family for Davids graduation and see my parents! And because of all the flooding I knew that it would take 4-5 hours to get home vs the usual 3... (i dont look at the flooding as a bad part of my week since there are people loosing their homes to the flood where as I just had to sit in my car for an extra 2 hours). I got off work early in hopes that I would make it to Omaha with plenty of time to see DAvid and Jozette before they had to leave for DAvids graduation. Got in my car and headed to st joseph missouri! I had gas in my car... not a lot... and by "not a lot" what I really mean is "not enough". yup. Im a good 4 miles from St joe when I RUN OUT OF GAS.

my thoughts were as follows:

"are you kidding me?!?!?! (insert whining/grunting noise) Okay, think... there is no one to call.. you cant tell mom and dad they will only worry and theres nothing they can do..... what are you going to do brooke?!! Walk 4 miles to a gas station? ugh, that'll take too much time... what else.... hmmmm.... NO, too dangerous!"

AT this point I had the good angel and bad angel on my shoulders. Lets call the good angel Chloe and my inner rebellion Max... this was the conversation..

Chloe: Brook, dont even think about it! Its so dangerous!

Max: You'll be fine Brooke, you have always wanted to do it... just do it.

Chloe: Its foolish

Max: Its thrilling.

Chloe: There are crazy people out there

Max: Nothing bad will happen

Chloe: Call your parents

Max: This is the best option.

Chloe: dont do it.

Max: Just start walking and whats the big deal if you stick your thumb out.

Crap.. Max won. I hitch-hiked (i know, dont hate me)

I got out of Lucy and stood by the hood of my car and stuck my thumb out waiting for something to help me. Let me tell you this much... I had barely put my thumb out when a man pulled over in a truck and offered to help. I asked for a ride up the road to a gas station and he was so nice to help me out (thank you Gary).

I'll spare you the part where he had to move his gun off the front seat for me to sit down, or his issues with his 18 year old daughter that he said I reminded him of... I'll just keep those details out and tell you that he helped me and I got gas in my car and made it to Omaha SAFE and SOUND!

Driving down the highway in the beautiful weather with my windows down and looking out at the beautiful feilds with the summer air fresh in my lungs I couldnt help but think "ahhh, this week was so horrible but now its over and I'm almost home.... ahhh, home. And tomorrow I'm going with my sister to get a feather extension (soooo ca-ute)... this weekend is here...." my thoughts were interrupted by my phone ringing with a text from my mom:

"HEy sis, the hair place just called... they are out of feathers"