So, Monday as I was driving to work and I noticed that my car's transmission was slipping. Since I was only a few minutes from the office I didn't panic...until 5:00 that afternoon. You see, I had forgotten all about my car problems during the day. My plan was to get my car home and check the transmission fluid. I guess I didn't check it in the parking lot at work for fear of someone actually calling me "bubba." Anyway, lucky for me I take back roads to and from work which means the speed limit is 40 mph and in some places 30 mph. Let me just say this, it's bad enough when you transmission wont change gears but it's even worse when you have hills to climb. My poor car could only go 25 mph but my gage was showing 4 RPMs - NOT GOOD!! I got about 10 minutes from my house and decided that I would drive the rest of the way on the shoulder of the road in low gear. My car made it home but it did not have enough juice to make it into the garage.

So, I called my dad and told him the transmission had plenty of fluid. Long story short, I get to have my transmission rebuilt. God has blessed me with the best dad in the world. Dad drove up Tuesday with a trailer and is going to haul my car home and rebuild my transmission. (This is the second car my dad has hauled back to Memphis from Nashville - the first time I was in college and wrecked my car). Luckily for us, my car had just enough juice that we could drive it up onto the trailer which saved us a lot of time (because we had a baseball game to go see). My high school was playing in the state tournament at Lipscomb so dad and I went to the game.

My car is sitting on a trailer in my yard b/c dad was actually on his way to Kentucky for a reunion which i am going to tomorrow. I put a sign on my car that said, "NOT for sale." I wanted to make sure no one thought I was selling my car.

Anyway, Judy - there's your updated post. Oh, as far as helping the mormons...I have pictures from that trip and a funny blog that I will try to post tonight. Yes, I did storm the temple...