Drivers License (story #11)

Last week I went in to get my drivers license. I was tired and stressed on the day of the test because my mom and I had to stay up late trying to fill out paperwork, which is not my strong suit. The next day at the DPS, I sat down in a cold blue plastic chair, and faced a sheet of plexiglass with a lady smiling out from behind. She took my paperwork, looked at it and then looked up at me asking “Did you fill this out in pencil and go over it with pen?” I replied “yes”. She said that wasn’t what you were supposed to do. She looked down again and then looked up and asked ” Are you sure this is your correct Birthday?” She held up my paper which said I was born in 2007. I said “No. I don’t know how I did that.” I fixed the mistake. It actually made me feel a little better because I thrive in awkward situations. The DPS lady looked down again and then looked up and had me fix several other mistakes. I told her sorry and that paperwork wasn’t my strong suit. Even though she was correcting me she seemed to like me a little bit because she said “good luck!” unfortunately I didn’t pass that day.

Today I went back and got my drivers license! I passed this time, but will still spend some time practicing with my parents before I drive much by myself.

The Convertible

Tonight I drove my grandpa Wilson (on my dad’s side) to go pick up a part to repair his Dodge van, which has turned out to be pretty dodgy. He got me dinner and we got to talk. He told me even more stories about his childhood, which I will release at some point. To start with though, I am going to tell you about his convertible.

In the 60’s after graduating high school, my grandpa bought a convertible. He used to drive his friends around in it and they would sing at the top of their lungs. If they spotted a group of girls walking or driving with the windows down, they would pull up and sing for a while, then say “We’re the road show! Want to join?”

Other times, his best friend would yell out inappropriate and offensive insults at random people. One day his friend yelled something especially bad at a man parked in a parking lot. The man started chasing them all over town. He wasn’t letting up and my grandpa’s gas was starting to run low. By this point everyone was laughing, even the guy chasing them, so my grandpa stopped and said “I’m out of gas.” The guy flipped them off and then drove away without doing any serious damage.

Sheep Sheering (story #10)

Today a lady came out to our farm to sheer our Awassi sheep. The Awassi sheep have long thick wool. Today after they were all shorn our lamb could not recognize her own mother, because they look much different without their wool. The lamb walked around crying for it’s mother and the mother ewe walked around crying for it’s baby. They were very confused because they recognized each others voices but didn’t see each other anywhere. Finally the lamb came up and sniffed it’s mom’s milk bag. The ewe slightly annoyed by what appeared to be another sheep randomly sniffing her milk bad, gave the lamb a slight nudge to back off. The lamb continued to sniff and listen to the ewe and finally decided that it was her mother.

Cunning (story #9)

One year, two of my sisters decided to share a birthday party because their birthdays’ were in the same month. The party was themed tea time, and to match the occasion my brother and I dressed up as a butler and maid to serve the refreshments. All of the little girls thought it was so much fun to order us around. They were sassy and started to take on airs. To keep the whipped cream from running out, my brother and I carefully administered small doses on each girl’s desserts. One of the especially sassy girls smirked, “Why don’t you let us get our own whipped cream? We are old enough.” With a cunning smile, my brother who is quick on his feet, calmly replied, “Okay, but we are going to start in front of you, and go around the table allowing every girl to take what she likes, and you will get whatever is left over at the end.” The girl frowned. She had been creamed at her own game.