So, lets see where this blogging experience takes me. I had tried twitter but it wasn't quite for me. Maybe this will be a place where I can't get crazy people following me. I think that was the weirdest part about Twitter. I had posted a tweet or a twit or whatever you want to call it about dreaming about sitting on a beach drowning my feet in fresh salt water and as soon as i clicked send,I had a beach magazine following me. So than,once I saw that, I had to post another one about my friend David the Mexicano (mmmmcerveza!) wearing a speedo.
One thing I like to do in life is make as many awkward moments with others as possible. Especially if they don't know you. Those are the greatest moments in life. OK, maybe not greatest but pretty good. I say pretty good because, you get to find out what kind of person they are pretty quick. You can learn alot about a person by watching how they relate to people they don't know. People generally are always willing to impress others if it benefits them. I like to observe people when they don't know they are being observed. This is how you truly find out what kind of person they are. So many people are fakes and have walls. What makes my day is when you are paying attention to what that person is doing and they don't know it and they going out of there way to serve others. Those are the people I like to hang around.
I am traveling back to my Camano Island this weekend for a funeral. Camano is where I spent the middle third of my life. So ten years in case you were wondering. Should be fun but weird. I get to go on a road trip with my 3 sisters. That is going to be weird, very weird. It brings back memories of being kicked out of the car when I was a kid in Yellowstone Park. I think I was like 12 or so. I was pesting my sister Rachel to much and my dad got really mad and made me jump out right in an area that we had just almost got smashed into by bison. I am not joking, I remember it like it was yesterday. I was sitting in the back seat and my sisters were screaming that this buffalo was going to ram us. The beast was about 30 feet away standing by the road scratching his front hoof like a bull will do before he is going to charge. I was thinking in my head this is going to be awesome because our van will get totalled. Everything a boy dreams about. Buffalo's ramming into cars. SWEET! So anyways after all the frantic screaming and worrying was done we drove away and not to far away is where I got kicked out of our road trip mobile. So in my evil devious mind I was thinking how I could get back at my dad for kicking me out of the car in Yellowstone Park. The first thought that came to my head was hike into the woods and hide behind a bush and camouflage myself and watch the circus begin, meaning they would end up calling the cops and there would be a search and rescue team sent out at my expense. What a sweet revenge and oh how it could have backfired. But I chose not to go down that road. One of the few times I chose the right road. We all have roads to choose. I usually chose the gravel, pot hole, canyon roads.
I can already tell I am going to like this a ot more than tweeting.
