So my car trouble really began about a year and a half ago. Back in January 2008, I was home for my last remaining days of Christmas Break. Occassionally, dad likes to take a look at my car making sure everything is running smoothly. After looking at the corroded wires on my battery, we decided it was way past time to get a new one. Within a few days, I had gone back to Hopkinsville but still had not bought the battery. I figured since school was starting soon, I was needed to go ahead and buy the new battery before I had some serious car problems. So I went to Auto Zone on a bitterly cold 20 degree January day hoping someone would install it for me. After purchasing an $80 battery, a decrepit older man was limping behind me to install it.  As I sat in my car, he banged and clanged on the engine trying to make the battery fit. Apparently the wires weren't in the best condition. Once he was finished, I drove back to my apartment assuming my battery problems were over.

A week of school had passed with no problems at all. On the 2nd Monday back, I had an exhausting day with kids so I decided to walk out early with my fellow coworker, Faye. We were expecting a snow day the next day because the meteorologist were calling for 3 inches of snow, so her and I talked about how excited we were about sleeping in. We parted ways and as I attempted to start my car, it completely died. Seriously, didn't even make a sound. I waved down Faye and told her what was going on and how I am completely clueless when it comes to cars. She ran back into the buiding and grabbed our custodian to see if he could help us out at all. He took one look at it and pretty much said, "Nope, not a clue." Since it was a cold day, we decided we didn't want to stay in the parking lot all evening while I waited for AAA to come help. Faye went ahead and drove me home and we made arrangement for her to drive me to school the next day if we were still having school. Luckily, they called around 6 that evening to inform us that school had been cancelled so I arranged for AAA to meet me at the parking lot around 12. Faye and her husband picked me up the next day and took me back to the school. When the AAA guy popped me hood (that's what she told me to do-I'm such a goon), he let me know that the guy from Auto Zone barely screwed the battery in and I was extremely lucky my car didn't stop working while I was in the middle of driving anywhere. He "fixed" the problem and I drove back on my merry way. Faye and her husband followed me back to be sure no more problems would happen.

Fast foward to October (maybe it was July? I don't remember, I was at camp nevertheless)

I had just spent a great weekend (or week?) at Camp Kumbaya for the young adult water weekend (or high school camp?). Some of my camp friends and I were planning to meet up at one of the restaraunts in Marshall county to spend a little more time together. I did a quick run through of the dining hall and got some more food they were giving away (October!). Meanwhile, everyone else is leaving. I finally get into my car and can you guess what happened? Yup, the car wouldn't start. I look around me and there is only one person left. I run over to her and ask if she has clue about cars. Unfortunately, she had no idea and pretty much scurried off to her car. I ran down to the lakeside because I was hoping our regional minister was packing up some more of the equipment. Luckily, he had not left yet so he took a look at my car. He attached the jumper cables to my battery and then to his car but it still was no hope. We ran over to the camp manager house and asked him if he had any idea how to deal with my car. Once again, it wasn't properly hooked. He taped and banged and anything else he could think of to make sure the battery would continue to work.

Now today, my battery strikes again. Or doesn't strike, whatever you want to call it. I was craving some McDonalds and frankly just really wanted to get out of the house since I have been here all day.  Yet again, nothing happens. I run in to the house to have dad take a look at my car. We spend about 45 minutes trying to jump start it and it is completely dead. However, the lights will turn on so we aren't sure if it's completely gone or not. If we can't get it to work, we are going to KMart in the morning and I am buying a new battery. I still think that the wires are the problem and possibly not the battery. Dad won't admit it but he is not the best when it comes to fixing stuff. Pretty much almost always breaks it a little more. I hate cars!