Deployment Prep: Learn How to Change a Tire
NavyGuy will be deploying in March. Tonight, we have an extensive pre-deployment meeting with the entire squadron (officers, enlisted sailors, spouses, families), where we'll get tons of information. I expect it to be long, informative, overwhelming, half-boring, half-terrifying. As part of his job working in the administration department of the squadron, NavyGuy has been in charge of organizing and executing this huge meeting; he's a wee bit stressed. But because he's in charge, I got a sneak peek at the booklet we're going to get tonight, and it does have a lot of useful information...
...such as, "teach your spouse how to change a tire."
(Because the process will result in one of you killing the other, and then the whole deployment issue will be moot?)
We got the "opportunity" to check this off the pre-deployment list unexpectedly on Sunday night, when someone drove over a bolt. (Not my fault.) NavyGuy was a shockingly good teacher, and now I could TOTALLY change a tire if the situation arose. And if the car was on concrete. And it was daytime. And the weather was nice. And there was adequate lighting. And I had a ponytail holder. And if someone strong came along to lift the tires, and break the tension on the lugnuts. Hmmm...
Pre-Deployment Advice #1: Get AAA.
Wow... those lugnuts are really on there good and tight...
Maybe a new angle... oooo... not a good look...
8 comments:
That's my girl! And you can pretty much count on the bad weather, at night, on a back country road, and you are wearing heels (or at least good boots)! AND that's why Queen Mum has AAA! When I win the lottery, car guy is first on my list!!
Hehe... NavyGuy knew you'd be proud :)
Now you just need to get back to the Midwest so your mother can take advantage of your new skills.
Ben and I blew a tire last winter on our way to his parents' house. We both had an idea of how to do it, but neither one of us had done it before. Luckily, all of that information was in the manual, so I told him what to do as he struggled to undo the lug nuts. Overall, I was pretty proud of us (especially Ben for being able to pull over so quickly and not crash when the tire blew at 80 miles an hour and all we had left was the rim.)
Thank you for the gut busting laugh...those pictures are priceless and deserve their own scrapbook page. The last not so flattering shot is the best one. I love it.
However, it should be noted that I keep a pair of decent leather work gloves in the back of the truck for the occasion that you're out somewhere and need to change the tire and continue on somewhere in nice clothes. That way you don't have grease, road grit, and brake dust all over your hands in your nice cute outfit.
More advice from my experience last week: don't let your husband take his car, the new one, and leave it parked on base for weeks because inevitably your car, the 12 year old one that you refuse to replace, will break down. And then the one day you get to talk on the phone with your husband he will ask "are you sure you can't fix it yourself?" And then all hopes of a happy reunion will be totally shot.
Thanks for the chuckle BeeHive, I feel your pain!
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