Beware all under-aged Spray Painters

Yesterday Mom sent me to Wal-Mart to get spray paint for my sisters' bed that needed a new color. After taking my time finding the right price, picking out the perfect shades of paint and primer, and calling home twice to re-affirm Mom's opinion (this all took about 25 minutes.) I headed to the check out line.

I was not prepared for what happened next.

The cashier said, "I'm going to need to see some ID please."
"Um, okay." I stuttered, pulling out my drivers license trying to think why she'd be wanting it. No one had slipped a pack of beer in my cart while I wasn't looking had they?
Apparently, you must be18 or older to buy spray paint.....?
Are that many kids getting high off that stuff? We have about 15 bottles laying around the house. I hope a spray paint addict never comes over.

Or maybe, grafitti? If that was the case I could have just drawn her a stick man to show her that I sure wasn't into that sort of thing. I'm very artisticly challenged.
I found this whole episode quite amusing. Here is a warning to all of those who were going to buy paint under the age of 18, you can't do it.

When I turn 18, Wal-Mart better look out, I'm going to buy every bottle of the stuff they have.

Self Service....Really?

This is very sad.
And it takes alot to admit but, I've been driving for quite some time now and I just pumped gas for the first time the other day.
Unfortunately, it gets worse.
The girls and I had gone the the library and were about to head back home, but I see that Dora ( that's the blue Ford Explorer's name that I drive) is pretty close to empty. Since running out of gas scares me more than trying to pump gas by myself, I decide it's time for me to learn.
First thing to do is find the place with the cheapest gas, which is also one of the more busy places to get gas for obvious reasons.
After I find out which side of the vehicle has the hole for the gas, I start the getting-close-enough-to-the-pump part of the process. Harder than you might imagine, it takes about ten tries of reversing and trying again, for me anyway.

Ha! I say to myself, now I've got it in the bag.

It's button pushing time. Yes for cash. Yes for regular. Yes I can remove the nozzle and start filling up. So I grab the hose and take it over to the car to un-screw the cap......the cap does not want to be un-screwed. At all.
I finally put the hose back and start using both hands. Still not working. It's time to call Mom. What is she going to do to help me? No clue. But I call her anyway. While I'm talking to her a big truck with a big trailer pulls up behind me.
If this poor fellow only knew who he was waiting on.

It does cross my mind to ask him for help, but my pride is still not ready to give in. Now I'm sweating and praying and desperately yanking on the cap. And then, Pop! It comes off.
I happily run over, push all the buttons again and bring the hose over to the hole.....

The hose won't reach.

I'm wanting to go explain to the man that I'm and idiot who has never pumped gas before and he might as well go dig and oil well because it would be about the same time, but instead I jump in my car and move up a few feet.
Take three with the buttons. Yes cash. Yes regular. Yes you're a sweaty moron.

Finally I'm pumping gas. I'm so relieved. It's almost over.....but wait.

The cap is just as hard to put on as it is to take off.

Thankfully I was able to get it back on while trying not to make eye contact with the man still waiting to gas, and drive away with the little,tiny, scrap of dignity I had left.

If anyone knows of a little gnome who lives in your car and pumps gas for you. Please send him my way.

The Lord has been so good to me

My posts will not come this quickly once I figure out what I am doing, hopefully that will be in the near future.
First off, I have a wonderful family. My Mom and Dad are two of a kind, only they could make marriage look easy for over 20 years. I have two brothers and two sisters who I love so dearly. They keep life extraordinary every moment.

I love my Savior God, only because He first loved me.


I've been blessed with some of the best pals on God's green earth, and if I tried to name them all I'd leave someone out and get in trouble. But you all know who you are, and I love you.

This blog will consist of stories and ponderings from any of the above and various times.
Also: ponderings is not a real word according to spell check (Spell Check, I love you, please never leave me) but I think it's obvious that it's the word pondering in the plural form.

And that is all she wrote.

Am I good enough for a blog?

People who have blogs and are witty with the way they write on them have always made me intimidated. Now, here I am with my very own.
Obviously I am very new at this. So y'all just love me til I get more blog-savvy.
I'm pretty excited about this.

Am I too ambitious to think I'll have my own movie about my blog in about 6-8 months?
I think not.