So my car caught on fire...and.....

Yep, it sure did!  My battery had been acting weird--all my power was going in and out in my car.  My friend checked it out and said the battery needed to be mounted better.  He wiggled it around and it worked for a couple days pretty well.

But then it started to act up again, so during my lunchbreak, I figured I would pop my hood open and wiggle my battery around a bit.  At the first wiggle, sparks FLEW!  Alright, not doing that again...

So after work, I got back in my car and drove home. I kept my radio off so there wouldn't be any extra power going through my car, and every time I hit a bump, I heard a little "sizzle sizzle"....naturally I figured my battery was sparking because the bumpy road made my car jolt around. (jolt...get it...bahahaha)

When I pulled in to my parking stall at my apartment complex, I thought, "Well, I think I'll pop my hood open and just look at it."  Why did I think that would do anything, I have no idea.  But I opened my hood nonetheless...and not a moment too soon!

Flames licked around my windshield washer fluid container as it melted into an hourglass shape of charred plastic.  In utter disbelief, I ran up my stairs, wishing I had a fire extinguisher, halfway hoping one would appear out of nowhere, and wondering what else I could use to put this fire out that was right next to my battery and some exposed cords....water would NOT be a good idea.  I told my roommate, who proceeded to bring a bucket of water downstairs, as well as some baking soda (thank goodness for elementary school fire lessons),  and we saw her boyfriend coming towards us.  

"What's up, guys"

"MASON!! MY ENGINE IS ON FIRE!! MY CAR IS ON FIRE!!!"

"What?"

"FLAMES! MASON LOOK, FLAMES!"

"Whoa..WHOA!! Your car is on FIRE!"

He blew, and he blew, and he blew that fire right out, and then hocked a giant spitwad and finished it off.

Thankfully, her brother is a mechanic AND an electrician...so he came right down and fixed it.

He said the current was so hot that it melded the bolts into this thing, and you can see the dent where the bolt was....

I am so grateful that the fire didn't get any bigger, and that I checked under the hood, and that I have friends that know about cars.  I tell you what, whoever my guardian angel is, thank you, thank you, thank you!  

(Alright, that flaming picture is just a little bit exaggerated......maybe...)

Story #2:
It was a chilly Sunday night, the first Sunday of our "new" ward.  Everyone was out after ward prayer, chatting and checking out all the new meat, I mean, new brothers and sisters in the ward....

And it was just the right kind of night to take a little walk around the complex. Alicia loves taking walks on Sunday night apparently, and we were already talking to each other, so she said, "Hey, let's go take a walk."

The sprinklers were going off, so we cut through the middle of the complex to avoid being sprayed with water in our Church clothes on this chilly night.  We came to this big mud puddle, and Alicia walked around it to avoid it.  Me, being a not so feminine kind of girl, thought the puddle wasn't so big, so I may as well step over it.  Besides, I was a dancer at one time, I should be able to leap across buildings, right?

My foot very easily stretched across the puddle...I gently placed it directly at the edge of the puddle, and consequently, in some mud. And then, I placed my leg in the mud, and then my hand, and then my entire backside.

This is not an incontinence problem....don't you worry.....

I got up as fast as I could and walked...briskly...back to my apartment, glad no one saw accept Tasi, Carly, Alicia, and some chick that offered me a towel (and praying no one ELSE would see my backside), but laughing so hard I almost really did soil myself.