The dumpster man calls me "Little One"

So since my seemingly interestingly life usually involves car issues...I will begin my blog with that. I drove my friends to our volleyball league (yes me in a volleyball league...and no I am not good..the boys usually crowd around me anytime the ball comes in the vicinity of me) and my car (the ghetto red Jetta) sounded like an airplane. We ignored it, I told them it was diesel and that it was fine.. (I wasn't convinced. There was alot of screaming and yelling to turn early which led me to almost hit a bicyclist (oops)...but I dropped them off and my roommate and I made it back safely. The next morning I got up and the car sounded even more like an airplane but...more like a broken airplane...so I called my superhero mechanic dad who advised me to drive it out to his house (mind you I'm leaving for Arkansas (yes I said Arkansas) tomorrow. So I drive it out...to my surprise I get to drive the BMW that JUST got fixed from being all smashed up. So I'm obviously delighted seeing as I have an extreme need for speed and a bit of a lead foot. I happily hop in the car and speed along my way to Milwaukee (safely of course). Then I get to work and I get a call from the Wauwatosa Police Officer who was on the scene of the accident with the BMW...apparently I am being supeoned to be a witness for him because the guy that hit me is contesting the ticket that he received of unsafe lane deviation...ARE YOU KIDDING ME? The guy went from the left lane into the right lane with no turn signal to try to turn into the gas station and HIT me..so anyways its going to trial and I am required to testify on behalf of the police department. My life is so weird. Then this weekend I went to Arkansas to visit my friend that is serving in Americorps...she lives in a farmhouse (she is more of a city girl) in a ridiculous poor part of Arkansas. But she is doing good service work with at risk kids down there at a summer camp which was great to see....hits the social worker in me. More later...