Farewell to Smurf

As many of you know, My car got stolen a couple weeks ago. The little electric blue honda civic. I was planning on writing a blog with pictures of it but the stupid insurance company ruined that idea. but anyway...

It was a beautiful fall morning in Provo Utah. I was getting up at my usual time of 8:15 to get ready to go to class. I walked outside to drive to school (yes I know I only live 2 blocks from campus, I am just that lazy ha ha) and my car was no where to be found. At first I just felt stupid. Why could I not remember where I parked my car. I walked around for a little bit and then I remembered exactly where I parked it and it wasn't there. So, of course, I called my mom not knowing what to do. I then called University Security to see if they towed it for some reason. Once they discovered they didn't have it, they gave me the number to the police department. At this point I was missing class and kinda in disbelief with the whole situation. Two police officers came over and asked me questions for the police report and then left. So not knowing what to do next I just went to my lab (thanks to larry because he gave me a ride).

All my textbooks and assignments were in the civic so I went up and told the teacher why I didn't have the Lab sheet to turn in. She was nice enough to give me full points. I had so much other stuff in there. Softball clothes, shoes, books, cd's, etc. I went on with my day. Went to softball, lifting and study hall and I was relatively happy even with my current problem. Nobody I told could believe that it really happened. Isn't Provo supposed to be safe???

While I was getting ready for bed I realized I had been lucky to take a couple things out of the car a few days before. First I had my tithing money in the car but had taken it out about 3 days before. I also my big set of scriptures had been in my car but I took those out too. Then it hit me, there were other things I didn't take out. First, my little seminary scriptures that I take with me when I travel were in there. My Journal was in there and also a ring Larry got on his mission in Brazil was in the cup holder. The Journal and the ring were probably the two things in the car that had the most personal value. It made me really sad.

Then 5 days later I got a call saying they found my car. It turns out it was up in Salt Lake and completely stripped. At this point I was just praying that some of my stuff was in the car still. My dad went up a few days later to just see what was left of the car. He called me and told me it was worse than he thought. Not only was the engine completely gone, but things from the inside were gone, panels were gone, they even cut the top off ha ha. Then, he told me nothing was in the car. I was really sad but figured that it was going to be like that. Then my dad called me back a couple hours later and told me that there was a few things left in the car. My journal and Scriptures were on the back seat along with some of my other stuff. I was really happy!

The next day me, my mom and mitch drove up to Salt Lake to see the car, take pictures, and look for Larry's ring and anything else that my dad might have missed. We got up there and that is when it got complicated. When we got to the place where the "car was" they guys working were so rude to us. Then they told us we needed to go into the police department to get a release signed. We did that and then went back. Then after about 20 minutes of them looking through paper work they told us that the insurance company already took the car. I got really mad. My mom was mad too because she had specifically told the insurance that they couldn't take it until she released it to them and she wasn't going to release it until I got to look at it. I was really bummed. It also ruined my plan of posting the pictures of my stolen car... But I didn't get to look through it which was a bummer because I felt bad about the ring.

So that is the story about my car. It was sad for me. I really loved that car. The ironic thing is that a day or two before it was stolen, I told larry that I would be so sad the day I had to sell that car. and then I didn't even get to sell it :( It has been a real hassle for my parents too. Thanks for dealing with this problem so well mom and dad. I appreciate it. But I did learn a couple things from this experience...

1. Don't leave things in your car (especially things that are important or mean anything to you).
2. Provo is not as safe as everyone thinks it is.
and 3. Even though I loved that car, It could be ALOT worse. Cars are nice to have and make life easier (along with other things in life), but in reality, There are other things that mean so much more like Family, friends, and many other things. It was really inconvenient and mean for that person to steal my car but life could be worse.

So my car situation. Other then that, My life is pretty much the same. Lots of school, softball and fun! Life is good:)