surprise parties and school

Today feels like it should be over already. School is about to start fresh and new for the week, and I'm ready for the weekend again. Next weekend I'm having a surprise birthday party for myself and my dad. I know what you're thinking....surprise birthday....for yourself? Right. Exactly what you think, I don't like surprises really and I would rather plan my own party than have someone else do it. Just saying. So there's going to be a slight stress with getting everyone invited on such short term, and I'm a little bit anxious to see what happens with that. All that matters is that people are there, they have food, drink, and have fun. My dad has no idea about any of this, his birthday was actually a few days ago and I'm wanting to do something for him, but being the teenager that I am there are times when we butt heads, so sometimes I could careless. I love my dad though, and I want him to be happy and have a good time and have something special for once. We've never shared a birthday party before, so this could be interesting...and I'm just glad that the majority of the people that I like have parents that are friends with my parents, so it all works out in the end! Maybe...

 There's this really awesome woman that I met a few years ago, and she's been so amazing. You have no idea, she's such a "kindred spirit". She has taken the liberty to help me out with getting this all set up and everything and I am so very lucky. She's one of those people where you meet them and you automatically that you're going to like them. She has a personality about her that is genuine and true, which is really hard to find anymore. The other day she was telling me her story of how she went through her childhood being poor, then through the years she suffered with cancer. She is such a beautiful person and I just can't even describe to you how wonderful she is, but she is awesome and we're going to have a party at her house. I guess that was a lot of introduction for one woman, but that's just how awesome she is. Maybe one day I'll write a little bit more about her and her stories (with her "okay" of course). So from the time of tomorrow until this Saturday, we will be working our butts off inviting, planning, buying, and cleaning. Truthfully though, I wouldn't have it any other way.

I don't know if anyone really cares, but I'm back in college for my second semester. There's actually a really awesome chance that I will make it! I am super slack on reading though, but the last couple of times it seems that it wasn't really needed since we just starting out. I haven't had any homework yet which is amazing, so I'm just kind of floating right now and wondering when the real thing is going to start. Two of my classes are hands on, which is perfect for me because I learn better that way and hopefully everything will go great! My major right now is something I thought I would love but I really don't know how much I will love it in the end; its always good to keep a positive attitude and work ethic with it though so I'm going to go until I know for sure it's not for me. Whelp, maybe if I remember I can come back and give you the results for our surprise birthday party. I'm sure there will be some kind of story when it's all said and done, hopefully nothing dramatic.

Hope you all have a good week and I will catch you on the flip side!

The runaway

About four days ago, I found myself on a hot summer day down in the garage with my dad. He had bought an old truck to repair and get back on the road, just something he likes to do as a hobby. Since he needed my help, I probably wouldn't have been down there other wise. Once everything was finally put back in its place, tires were put back on and everything seemed perfect for the moment. My father, in his pride, wanted to take his truck out for a drive just to see how it ran. I'm sure most every man (or woman) who has worked on a car or truck of their own and got it running has felt this pride and became "one" with the automobile. Well, being glad to be out of the garage and away from a large piece of metal and its parts back in place I cooled off in the air conditioning and chatted with my mom. An old lemon-berry slushy from Sonic was rotting in our refrigerator and so I took the liberty of taking it out to dispose of it. Grabbing my shoes and heading out with the watered down treat my dad rumbled in like some kind of monster truck racer. He was happy, and I was glad to see him happy for once. 

 I drifted off into some kind of day dream as I threw out the liquid substance in the plastic cup and walked a little further towards our trash bens. I caught a glance of towards the truck now parked and running with my dad under the hood again. I never will quite understand why men must do this, but I guess it's just a thing. Turning my back and lifting the lid off of the trash can, a really loud strange noise echoed all around me. It sounded like rain, like a really hard rain hitting leaves...but it wasn't raining. Tossing the cup into the trash/ recycling ben I turned around to find that my dad, his truck, and our dog was missing. It was like they had just vanished into thin air...then it hit me. 

 AH. One second the truck was there, next second it had rolled backwards as my dad tried to catch it. The story was this: he was looking under the hood as he realized the trucks emergency break hadn't been put down far enough. So, the next scene to this lovely story is my father getting his legs swept out from under him and holding on for dear life as the truck drug him across the yard and into the woods. Wee. It scared the living s#$% out of me. The only thing seen was the truck, the door barely open, and my dad no where. Running up scared out of my mind to find a bloody mess, surprisingly he was actually okay. He was barely holding on, and had the brake pedal held with his index finger while half of his body was under the truck. (Bleeding your breaks, aka making them "stiff", can possibly save your life one day.) Thankfully he was okay, but it could have ended a lot worse. Maybe you can call that fate but I call that God, and I am definitely grateful. 

 The inspiration of having this blog has left my memory. I guess the main use of it now shall be to share personal stories and experiences just to share with others. I hope everyone has a good week and a good school year (or whatever you're doing with your life!)