Start Your Engines

I should be asleep.

My intentions are always good. I get ready for bed around 10, brush my teeth, set the alarm, and then guess what happens - I get sidetracked. I get distracted easily, apparently. Now I'm up creating a blog! Ha!

I am not a writer by any means. A blogger? We'll see I suppose. I get into these kicks where I start something but never finish it out. You'd think that would be pretty frustrating, and it is, but I've done that all my life. I have a beautiful guitar that I barely know how to play. The extent of my Spanish is, "Hola. Donde el Bano?" Which I don't actually know if that’s quite right. It gets the job done though. And besides, that is the most important question anyway! I've had blogs before. I'm really good about it at first, then I drop off the planet for awhile. When I get into the kick again, I create a new one!

Not this time though! This time if I leave the blog, I'm going to keep this bookmarked. When I get in the mood for another blog - I'll already have one! Not only will the fancy template already be in place, but I won't have to do another one of these, "Welcome to me!" posts. I don't know why these frustrate me - what gives me the right to think that anyone will actually read this? I have no idea why someone should want to hear what I have to say. But I guess this isn't really about anyone. This "thing" is kind of for me anyway, right? All the words and typos are mine! Muahaha! Well, enough introduction - on with the blog!

My dad wanted me to drive home from work the other day (I'm an intern at the same company) so he could stay later and finish up some things. He drove the stick-shift and I've driven that, maybe... 4 times? Anyway - I am so not comfortable driving 45 minutes in stop and go traffic with a car that I really don't know how to drive. During lunch he was going to teach me (ha!).

"Ah sh**!" -Me as the car stalls
"I mean shoot..."

"That's fine, turn it back on" -Dad. Wow, he is surprisingly calm for how many cars were starting to line up behind me.
"Put it back in first, anndd... ease up on the clutch..."

"Ah! Sh**! I'm rolling back!" -Me

"Gas. More gas. Gas! GAS!! MORE GAS!!" -Dad

*honking cars* SQUEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!! as the car skids from side to side as I'm seriously peeling off the line.

"aw, whew. Made it. How was that for enough gas!" -Me

(pause)

"Maybe this wasn't such a good idea." -Dad

"agreed" -Me