I'm just full of excitement this week. Tonight we went over to my aunt and uncle's lake house to have supper. My uncle's dad built a resort there, and we used to have so much fun every summer swimming there. But now it's gone and the land has been divided up and sold to rich northerners so they can bring their expensive boats here and build expensive summer houses. Ah, but I sound bitter that my childhood can be sold so easily.

Anyway, my uncle told me that Grandfather(that's what we called his dad) had bought some little boats for the resort and had paid $125 for each one and that he had one that he wanted to take out on the lake. He had just bought a new (used) motor and he wanted to try it out. So we went down to the dock (remember that I have a sprained ankle) and after much struggling since the clamp was not wide enough, got the motor on the back of the boat. We got in, started it up and got half a mile away from the dock when my uncle says "uh-oh" and then the motor dies and smoke starts pouring out of it. So he decides that it has something to do with the water pump and I should call my aunt since I have my cell phone with me. I do and she doesn't answer. I then call my mother's cell and she doesn't answer either.

Now I'm thinking I'm gonna have to jump out of the boat and swim to shore dragging the boat behind me, but my uncle sees that we're in front of his friends house so he starts paddling with the seat cushion he had thrown in there before we left. So I pick up mine and do the same. We reach the dock, tie up the boat and then have to walk back to the house, uphill. And I'm doing this with a sprained ankle.

We then get to the house and have to explain what happened, take the pontoon boat back to get the little boat, and then go back to the house. This all took place in under 30 minutes, but it seemed much longer, especially when I was hanging over the side of the boat paddling with a boat cushion.

Yep, me and my crazy exciting life. What's gonna happen next?