How OHIO Turned Into OHEEEEEELLLLLLNO

 

So I alluded to some “crappy” stuff happening earlier this week.
And compared it to an Oreo.
Which is silly because I love Oreos.
And Oreos are not at all crappy.
This past weekend, I was a part of a really cool reunion back in my home state of Ohio.
Let me give you a bit of history:
I was in marching band for all four years of high school.
This band was up there with some of the best bands in the state of Ohio.
So there is this amazing and rich history that goes along with our band as well.
There is even a book written about our band!
My band mates were some of the most amazing people I have ever had the privilege of knowing.
For those that live in suburbia or in big cities, marching bands are HUGE in rural areas.
Especially in rural areas where football is HUGE as well.
Anyway, about four years ago, I thought it would be fun to create a Facebook band alumni page for my little town’s award-winning band.
I thought maybe 50- 75 people would join if I was lucky.
225 people later and still growing, it has become an amazing place to share stories (horror and funny).
Then two years ago, my friend Kelly thought we should hold a reunion.
She, another band member Jack, and I became coordinators of the event and decided to hold it with the band competition our alma mater holds annually.

Phew.
So I was on my way to said reunion with my oldest daughter when there was a setback.
First, my I- Pass (which is a transponder that sucks the money magically out of my wallet every time I want to go anywhere in Chicago) didn’t work at the first Indiana toll booth.
And of course, someone was right behind me.
So I had to get out of my car and grab a ticket.
Have you ever been stuck in those gate situations?
Worst nightmare.
Once, Mike and I were on the Chicago Skyway and the gate came down on us as we were going through and we broke it Dukes of Hazzard style.
Still waiting on that bill from the state of Illinois.

I called Mike on speaker phone and told him basically what had happened, my exact words are kind of fuzzy.
This I do remember.
I said and I quote, ” This trip is doomed “.
Never would I ever realize how much I would eat those words within two hours later.

So we were driving along, making good time (never a good sign for karmic intervention), listening to some good music and talking about some drama at Annie’s school.
Then she got a call from a friend of hers from school about the drama involving a friend of hers.
When “it” happened.

A light came on in my dashboard.
An exclamation point.

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WHAT DOES THAT EVEN MEAN??
!
Is my oil low?
Is my gasket pocket open?
I just made that up.
THIS IS WHY I SHOULD NEVER TAKE CAR TRIPS ALONE.
Could you be anymore vague, Chevrolet??
(said in my best Chandler Bing voice)

Then the following message came across the dashboard:

 

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I told Anna to get off the phone and call my husband immediately.
I relayed what it said and he said “no worries, just look at the tire when you get to the next service…..”
Literally as those words came out of his mouth, I heard a loud THUMP THUMP THUMP RATTTTTTLE.
The car began to shake, swerve and my brakes stopped working.
Like pushing my pedal all the way to the floor not working.
I pulled over and finally, after what seemed like eternity, came to a stop.

We got out of the car and saw some sort of courtesy officer right behind us.
Oh yeah! I remember that I let her out in front of me a mile back.
KARMA.
She had a walkie-talkie, and told me what mile marker we were at.
We are 12 miles from the Ohio line.
Son. Of. A. Bitch.

This you need to know: I don’t do well in high pressure situations.
I have been known to freak out when our power goes out.
Or have a tissy fit if I forgot something at the grocery store.
I freak the crap out at the drop of a hat.

Did I cry?
Yep.
Did I yell at my husband on the phone?
A little.
But as I sat in that cornfield on the side of the Indiana Toll Road, I did something remarkably calm.
I prayed.
A thank you prayer.
To God.
For letting this happen here and not on a five lane busy road in Chicago.
Or not as I was passing someone in the left lane.
That it happened on a glorious sunny and warm fall day.
Not in the rain.
Or in the snow.
That we were alive and okay.
Shaken, yes but ALIVE.
So I sat back, waited for the tow truck and enjoyed the sounds and smells of that cornfield.

 

AAA was called, a tow truck was out there within 30 minutes, the tiny tire put on my car and a state highway patrol man led me to the nearest dealership to get my tires replaced.

So I told my friends and family members who were waiting for me in Ohio all about what happened as it was happening.
I texted my friend Kelly, who was asking WHERE ARE YOU??, that I was in Indiana.
With a flat tire.
Then I posted the picture of my tire.

 

Tire o Death

 

I was then corrected.
This is NOT a “flat tire”.
THIS is a disaster.
Even the state highway patrolman said, “whoa, this is a doozy!”
For a person whose profession it is to see lots of horrific things, that comment made me sit back and take in the situation.

First, I want to thank the state of Indiana.
For having seriously amazing human beings.
Second, I would like to thank the dealership that took my car, put four new tires on it at 4:30 on a Friday and only took one hour to do so.
If you live near Angola Indiana, RUN not walk to Harold Chevrolet.
And tell them Kari Tire of Death from Chicago sent you.

I don’t like to get dramatic here on the blog but there are two unusual/ bordering on creepy things you need to know about this whole thing.
I was on the phone with my mom last night and we were talking about a terrible bus crash that happened in Tennessee yesterday.
The front tire blew and the accident killed eight people.
My mom tells me on the phone that she had a premonition about this Ohio trip that Anna and I made.
That something bad was going to happen.
But she didn’t know what to do: if she told me, I wouldn’t have gone or been filled with fear.
Yet she felt like maybe she should tell me.
If I were in her place, I don’t think I would have told me either.
When I told her what happened while sitting in the dealership that day, she cried while we were talking.

This is the other creepy thing.
That “courtesy officer”?
Yeah, I just made that name up.
I didn’t know what to call her.
Because I have never seen a car like that before.
But after the state highway patrol got there, she literally disappeared.
Like, I was looking one way and the next second, I said to Anna, “where did she go? I wanted to say thank you.”
Gone.

My mom said angels were watching over us that day.
I believe that with my entire being.
So thank you “courtesy officer”.
Wherever you are.

Here are some highlights of what is being referred to as the Tire of Doom weekend:

Anna carrying a new table in Ft Wayne Indiana

While waiting for our tire of doom to be replaced we took advantage of the time to get out and walk around Angola.
We found a cute little antique store and Annie got a new nightstand for her “new” room.
I had to take this picture because people were giving us strange looks as we walked down the street carrying a table.
Little did they know that this was the least weird and freaky thing to happen to us this day.

We got to stay at my cousin’s beautiful home!
Look at this view!!!
I love her fire pit! Can you imagine the cool bonfires??

Oh wait.
You can’t see anything?
Oh yesss.
That’s right.
I forgot to take pictures.

Sigh.
Trust me on this one.
It was amazing.

 

McDonalds Hanley Road Mansfield Ohio

Going through the drive thru at the McDonald’s I worked at in high school.
I ordered a McChicken sandwich, the sandwich I first had at THIS McDonald’s.
I sat in the parking lot, ate my sammie and took in the memories.

My Ohio friends

One of the reasons why I risked my life to get to Ohio.
My friend Kari (yes, we both share the same awesome name), Beth and Kelly (my amazing co-coordinator and friend).

 

Wendy and Kari Lexington Ohio 2013

This, my friends, is my first ever BFF.
We have been friends since third grade.
She has seen me with big hair and no boobs.
Wait, that is still me.

Some things come along with knowing a person for your entire life.
One of such things is pictures.
Bad pictures.
Proof that you aren’t the cool person your inner self thought you were.
Case in point:

 

Wendy and Kari Disney World 1987

 

First of all, Wendy had these shirts made for us as a present.
And we were SO EXCITED to wear them.
To Disney World.
For our band trip for the Citrus Bowl.
The tee shirts are cool.
And of course, there is a story behind them.
Admit it, you want one.
Let’s just say that they are the LEAST embarrassing thing about this picture.

Apparently, as was pointed out at the reunion this weekend, I had a problem in high school.
With my pants.
And my apparent idol worship of Ed Grimley.
Yet no one gave me an intervention.
Kari Wendy and some bad hats

Did she and I get married in 1992??
Because this is one sad wedding reception.
With our Banana Republic hats.
We went in to the city, bought these hats because 1- they were cool and 2- they were the only thing we could afford in the store.

 

Wendy and I in our bad 90's hats

So apparently I still had the high waist problem in 1992 as well.
So many things to say.
First, did we wear these hats ALL WEEKEND LONG??
Second, why are we wearing shorts in March??
And third just denim hats.

Signs in Bellville Ohio

We got to go to this amazing festival/craft fair in a small town nearby.
Actually it wasn’t held in a town but in the woods.

Prairie Peddler Ohio

Let me tell you that if I could reproduce the smells this festival was putting out, I would.
I would bottle it and sell it to all of you for $ 9.99.
Think woods, burning leaves, green peppers and onions grilling and apple cider brewing.
YES. THAT.

 

Anna and I walking in Butler Ohio

My cousin Ashley took this picture of Annie and I.
I love that she took this.
But in all honesty, we were arguing under our breath while she took this.
I even remember thinking, if I put this on the blog, I have to tell you guys what we were doing.
Bickering.
Don’t be jealous of my life.

 

He will give you a heart attack

This scarecrow scares the crap out of people.
It’s real by the way.
I hope they have an ambulance on stand by.
And really good insurance.

 

The best caramel apples I have ever eaten

 

I am somehow recreating this.
Chopped apples doused in caramel sauce.
My 13-year-old INHALED this.
I would drive back to Ohio for this alone.
And the Jones chips.
And the donuts from Geyers.
And my family.
And my friends.
So there are lots of things I would drive back to Ohio for.
Even after the Tire of Death incident.
Family

I love these faces.
Meet part of my family, Jan and Ashley.

Eating lunch by Gramma's grave in Crestline Ohio

On the way out-of-town we had lunch with Gramma.
Gramma loved McDonald’s, especially the filet o fish, so of course I had to have one.
We talked to her, filled her in on the tire o’ evil incident, cried and cleaned her grave.
I still miss her so much.

I am about to show you one of my newest favorite things in the entire world.

 

Awesomesauce

See that sign?
My friend Kari (see picture way above) made this for me.
Because I mentioned that I should have a sign in my home somewhere that said Awesomesauce.
And I don’t care what the dictionary or word purists say, that is one freaking awesome word.
Now it sits in my kitchen and every time I look at it, I think of her and I love that.

My hand tattoo from the weekend

I didn’t have the heart to scrub this reminder of my reunion weekend off my hand.
It is off as of today.
Geez people, I loved the weekend but I love being healthy more.

Such a great time, despite Tire of Death.
In fact, on the way home, I ate my feelings the entire way.
Because I was kind of scared of something bad happening to my car again.

I love Ohio so much and I can’t wait to go to the reunion again next year.
Only next year?
I am flying instead.

 

21 thoughts on “How OHIO Turned Into OHEEEEEELLLLLLNO

  1. Shannon from Deepest Worth

    I love this post. You are an awesome person, Kari, an awesomesauce person. And people know it. All of these people you mentioned in this post know it – even the 13 year old you are arguing with in that picture.
    I am glad that you are safe and that you had a great weekend.
    Ok. One more thing. Scroll up to the picture with the best friends T-shirts. See that girl looking at you from behind? With the pinkish/reddish shirt? She looks EXACTLY like me in the late 80's/early 90's. She's even wearing her hair the same as I did. And has big feet like me. It's weird.
    Ok. That's all.
    Love you.

  2. Bec@littlelucylu

    Oh, my!
    I'm so glad you two are okay!!!
    But what a neat trip (once the whole tire debacle was over, anyway!).

    And LOVE those pics . . . the hats, the shirts. WOW.
    That's fun stuff right there! : )~

    Hope you have a great weekend, friend! 🙂

  3. Just Jen

    Love the denim hat.

    Love the plaid shorts (I totally would have rocked those).

    Love the facial expression you have in that picture. Like "what the hell is going on and why are we doing this?".

    But most of all I love that you and Anna were being watched by angels and are / were safe.

    Remind me to talk to your mother first before getting in a car for a road trip with you . . . . xoxo

  4. Pam Kessler

    Glad you made it through the Tire Of Death incident of 2013. That's scary stuff. Can you tell me what 6ascap means on the dash? It seriously took me two days to figure out it was telling me there was something wrong with my gas cap! If I have to get out the manual, forget about it!

  5. Marianne

    Oh my gosh. I'm exhausted, terrified, excited and warmed over all in the same post. Yes. Flying is better. Just not with me. I'm a turbulence magnet. I think my size throws planes off. Glad you're still alive…things just wouldn't be the same without you, kid!

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