I’m here, at Mom’s, typing from John’s computer. We’re waiting here for about an hour or so till John’s
damn car cools off. We went to pick Mom up from her appointment at 10:30am, then we went to Wal-Mart and had a quick lunch at McDonald’s, and then came home. We didn’t realize till we were almost here that the damn car was overheating. I asked Art for help when we got here, since I had no idea what I was supposed to do (I KNOW you put water in it when it over-heats, but where?!).
Neither of us knew exactly where to put the water, so I called Mario and prayed he’d answer since he’s at work and probably super busy with the sale they’re having. Luckily, he answered and told me what to do. I have to wait for the car to cool down for an hour, then I can put water in the little thingy on top of the radiator. What? I forgot what the thingy’s called.
I could have totally killed us on the way to Mom’s. I was SO nervous this morning, before I even drove to Mission, since I was going to be driving around town. While I was driving over there, I was surprised at how well I was doing and how unscary it was. I did fine over there. It was over here, where Mom lives, that I screwed up. Not only did I somewhat-only-yield at a red light (luckily there weren’t any cars coming when I went), but I stopped at another red light, thought all 4 sides had a stop sign, so after stopping I took off…and noticed another car coming straight for us from the left side. I felt like such an idiot . I could have KILLED my kids!!! Makes me feel really discouraged about even trying for my license next week . I guess I have to go through the whole damn driving book–for a third time. I suck.
I wanna go hooooooome!