the other day i was thinking about all of the cars i have driven (starting with my parents cars on down to my wife's and now "ours"). the car i took my driving test in was a '78 caprice classic. what a joy to show up for your test in a car that's only 3 years younger than you. this hunk of junk was more covered in rust than paint. the interior roof was sagging, the power windows didn't go up or down, and you could usually hear it coming from 3 blocks away. it was known to die at intersections. . .usually once the light turned green, but occasionally in the middle of the intersection. we un-affectionately called it "the bomb". . .which is ironic since that term is now looked upon as being positive, like when bad used to mean good and then it escalated to wicked, etc.
so we locked ourselves out of the house today. got back from church and neither one of us had a house key. so we broke into our own house. scary how easy it was. that needs to change.
please continue to make comments to this preceeding post. current count is at 10 and i'm looking to push it above 25. i have an idea for a new poll that might help. i need to take a certain picture first.
more later. . .
peace and java
