I can't believe

I can't believe it. I just spent the last little while (talk about an hour or so) writing this awesome blog entry. Then I lost it. That's right I signed into my gmail account during my writing session and that disconnected me from blogger (with it's now new google accounts). Since my blogger account is set up through AOL anytime I log into Gmail it will disconnect me from blogger.

I still can't believe I lost that great journal entry. It was really well written and thoughts out. And now I don't feel motivated at all to rewrite. So sorry guys you're going to have to wait a while for that entry.

Random Statistics

A while back my good friend Brendan Yoder (who, if you haven't noticed I love to tease in these blogs) wrote a blog of his own containing some statistics. Some stats I'm sure were legit, but others were more fictional than fact.

If you're curious to read for yourself what he wrote then check out this entry.

The stat I'm taking up for debate today is:
- 99.9% of fatal car accidents happen outside of your garage! Staying in the garage is the safest place to be.

HA! I laugh in the face of your stat Brendan. All I have to say is, if you're stat is probable then I'm the special 0.01%.

That's right, and there's a story to back up my claim. When my Dad first thought he would teach me how to drive (and I was young at the time - but then again I was a farm girl and use to handling things that moved mechanically) he got me behind the wheel of the pickup truck and stood watching on the sidelines. He didn't seem to feel it was necessary for him to be present inside the cab of the truck. He had told me what to do with this manual vehicle, and that was to put it in reverse and slowly back out of the garage.

So, I moved the gear shift over to the right and down and did next what my Dad had explained that was was to lift my foot off the clutch as I came down on the gas. My Dad hadn't explained that it was supposed to be more of an easing motion, you ease your foot off the clutch as you ease your other foot onto the gas pedal. I managed to pull off more of a rapid and sudden motion. The vehicle jerked alive and sent me forward.

WHAT?? I thought I had moved the gear shift to the reverse position. Why am I going forward? Where's the brake? Why is half the hood of the truck stuck into our garage wall? And here's a rhetorical question that doesn't need answering, why is my Dad's face a sudden shade of red?

Somehow, in a manner that I'm sure even mechanics can't explain, I managed to start a manual vehicle in 4th gear. Yep, that's the gear position I had truck in when I gave it the gas.

Let's just say, after my Dad repaired our garage wall, he made sure he was always present inside the vehicle when he was teaching me to drive. Lesson learned, right Dad?

My Two Month Vacation...

from blogging.

That's right I took a break...a two month break. It didn't start out as intentional but it became that way. I just couldn't get myself motivated to sit down and write anything for this blog.

In the meanwhile I'm sure you've become bored with my December 15th posting and are no longer checking out the site for any updates. I guess I'll have to work extra hard in the next little while to win you back.

Maybe I should start out with some pictures. Get you up to date with a visual presentation. The problem is I haven't taken many pictures either in the last couple of months, but I'll give you what I got, how about that.

Why don't I start with my most recent photos and go backwards. First off is this beautiful rose given to me by an absolutely beautiful friend of mine, Danielle. She's so sweet and made sure I had a rose for Valentine's Day. Thanks Danielle!!

The Superbowl party picture is next (the one off to the right). Don't we look like an excited crowd. I celebrated the Superbowl at Tommy and Jake's place (two lonely bachelors from my Church). Tommy is also the youth pastor at Discovery Christian Community and so we had a passle of kids come for the Superbowl. Question...when it's a group of kids should we refer to them as a "passle", "bunch" or a "flock"? Who cares anyway : )

Ha, here's Elder Hare and Elder Schneck. They came over to my place for dinner. I believe the night I took this picture it was Elder Hare, Elder Schneck, Tommy and myself. How did I get stuck haning out with all guys? Just luck I guess. As you can see from the picture these Elders are funny guys.

Hey look it's a picture I took back when I was home at Thanksgiving. I thought of all my Thanksgiving and Christmas photos I have from Virginia I would post this one of Brendan Yoder. He's been the one most interested in seeing me post some pictures, soooo...

This picture was taken when some of the Weaver's Mennonite Young Adults got together one evening for Fun, Food and Fellowship. Okay, we just played games and ate food.

Well folks. That's the summation of my photos. I could go on, but I don't have the internet time or the patience to do so. I guess you'll have to be satisfied until another date and time when I'm back to post photos.

Take Care in the meanwhile!