First Times

I remember possibly the first time driving a vehicle. I may get some of the details wrong but I think that is insignificant. I was helping my dad one day and we were doing yard work probably when I was about 14 or 15. The yard work involved hauling some large things (like dug up stumps) around the yard in the big brown Ford truck. It was really big and quite new; it was a four-door-duley truck with lights all over that lit it up like a Christmas tree in the dark. Anyways, I was told to go get the truck and back it up to a certain area. It seemed like a big deal to me because I was to get in and drive it all alone. I was trusted with this big new beast of a vehicle all on my own. I could ram it into a tree, but I didn't because I was so overly cautious because I didn't want to blow this. Anyways, it was some sort of right of passage for me because I drove a vehicle as the only one in it.
Does anyone want to share any first-time stories that were significant in your lives?

Very inconvenient, Very messy

Why do I always end up sneezing when I eat shredded wheat?

In Revelstoke

I wish I knew how to dlete posts. I posted yesterday's twice, so I was able to delete the text from one but not the entire post. I'm too dumb.
Ok. Goodmorning. And Aparently I posted something this morning, so now I have to say stuff so that it isn't an empty post again. I am a slave to my own computer stupidity.

Kelowna

I sampled the McCain's Frozen pizzas and I would say they are no match for the (I think) cheaper Deliscio pizzas. Anyways, this was on sale locally here so I had bought and ate one last night. I think the meats involved gave me terrible spicey gas. There's some info for ya. On another note, I will likely not to keep up with me new resolution with blogging regularly because I am leaving in a few minutes for District Prayer Retreat in Kelowna and I won't be back till friday night. I hope the internet will function OK without me... or perhaps it will just cease to exist. Hmm, I don't know.. that is deep.
Ok, have a lovely week everyone.
Do I need shorts, tank tops and flip flops if I am going to Kelowna?

Mechanics

My Senior Pastor, Ted, used to be a mechanic. Well, he has been a lot of things but that is not my point. I kind of wish he still was a mechanic, because I know for sure I would take my car to him, but now I can't too much because that would be taking advantage. But, I sure wish there were more known reliable mechanics out there. And by reliable, I mean "someone I can trust has my best interest at heart when he recommends what I should do with my car, and not someone that would cause me to sacrifice eating for the next six months because the twizzlestick needs rotating" Some people like to pay mechanics too much for fixing their cars because their pride tells them that they make enough money to not put up a fuss when someone covered in grease tells them how much to pay. I have no such pride. I make sure that they know that I barely make enough money to eat and pay for gas and I would rather put off any work that will not directly prevent my car from exploding in the very near future. So, when they say that I should consider getting something done I respond by saying, "Thanks, I'm saving up for that. I might be able to afford it later this year...if I'm lucky". Then I watch their response and judge what I should do accordingly. If they sincerely look scared for me, I should actually consider getting it done later that year. If they try to get me to sign up for their own in-garage credit card, I know they weren't trying to save my car, and they just want all the pennies I will ever make, a pound of my flesh, and ownership of my children someday.
It's sad that I'm not a real man and I can't fix things myself, or know what they are worth, such as cars, laptops, guitar amps. Instead, I try to take these items to honest tradesmen. I'm just not sure which ones are the honest ones and I have to learn the hard way or let my things die. (That is what is happening to my laptop; there is no way I will ever pay a crook over $200 to open it up again...I don't care how much my screen flickers at me and flashes vertical lines, I'd rather go blind first!!!! Bitter Much? Heck Ya I am!!!)

Where to go with this...

Hi, I'm back and it has been over a month since my last entry. I have a problem. I am always second-guessing what I ought to write about. What themes should I stick to? What should be the feel of this space? Do I go for the recording of my deeper ponderings? Do I stick to mundane everyday life details? Do I talk about things that can be easily turned to humor? I really don't know. Without an outline or context, or goal or vision, I am sooooo lost in any part of life and I hold back completely. Soo, for a short time, this space will be about anything. Or if I am going to be about something, I can make it about regularity. The fear then is that absolutlely no one will read it and it might not feel worth it... but then I can blog for more selfish reasons. I guess that is the fear that holds me back; the fear that most of what I may write will be too boring for people, including myself. Friiiiiig, I've bored myself already. I want to go drink some water.