The world as we all knew it has changed. It always does. The world is constantly changing. Not always for good, but always changing, nevertheless. Ask your grandparents or your parents about what life was like when they were kids. Think back to when you were a kid. How much has changed in just a few short years?
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Lost Talents
Posted in blogging, cars, driving, first car, friends, goals, grammar, humor, Jansen Schmidt, laughter, money, reading, success, travel, tv, vacation, watching tv, weird, weird facts, words, writers, writing, tagged antiques, auto mechanics, automobiles, autos, cave drawings, cave paintings, caveman, cell phones, changing a tire, classics, directions, emojis, good old days, grammar, lost skills, lost talents, phone numbers, proper grammar, shoe laces, shoes, tie a shoe, Velcro, vintage on April 5, 2021| 9 Comments »
I Just Don’t Get It – A Photo Journey
Posted in blogging, dogs, Family, Fiction, first car, friends, humor, Jansen Schmidt, underwear, writing, tagged boxers, Corvette, dog strollers, hitches, jeans, pants, pretty girls, ripped jeans, sexy, tattoos, thong panties, thongs, trailers, underwear on February 13, 2017| 14 Comments »
I consider myself a reasonably intelligent and caring person, open to new ideas, non-judgmental and a variety of other adjectives. I see and hear things that make me go, “hmmm,” and I see and hear things that make me go, “what?”
And then there are things that make me produce the expression on Steve Harvey’s face above. (more…)
Heading North by Cruise Ship
Posted in beach, blogging, bucket list, Caribbean, Carnival cruise, cruise, dancing, drinks, Family, first car, friends, Hawaii, Holidays, humor, Jansen Schmidt, Mexico, vacation, tagged Alaska, Carnival Liberty, cruise to Alaska, cruising, Dancing, photo bombing, silly video, Texas, Youtube, zaffer on August 18, 2014| 23 Comments »
So by now you’re all sick of me talking about Texas so we’re going to give that little outing a rest. It’s time to start focusing on my upcoming cruise. That’s right, in September I’ll be sailing on the deep blue sea, headed north to Alaska.
I don’t know about you, but I love cruising. Only on a cruise can you be in a different port every morning, miles away from where you were yesterday and not have to pack your things and move to a new hotel. On a cruise, your hotel goes with you. Stellar!
Now, I’ve been on several cruises, to several glorious destinations: Eastern Caribbean, Western Caribbean, Mexico, Hawaii, but this will be my first journey to Alaska. And the bonus? I can check another thing off my bucket list. You see, it’s a goal of mine to visit every state in our great nation before I meet my maker. So far, with the exception of Alaska, I’ve been in every state west of the Mississippi River and all but the far north eastern corner on the east side. I’ve been as far up as Virginia but that’s it. Some day I’ll visit that last corner of the US.
But, I digress. I’m gearing up for my journey north and in so doing, I’ve been doing some on line research. I don’t want to miss any of the important stuff when I’m in port. Whilst surfing the web, I came across this silly video about cruising that made me giggle. I wanted to share it with you. It’s short and hopefully will bring a smile.
And so I leave you with this question: Have you ever danced behind someone without their knowledge? Would you ever? I think I just might have to give this a go when I get on the ship in a few weeks. Stay tuned for my report (and with any luck a video).
Word of the Day: Zaffer (zaffre)
Fun fact about me: I have owned 9 cars in my life; all but the very first one were brand new when I bought them.
Original post by Jansen Schmidt, August 2014. Original photos by P. Rickrode. Video courtesy You Tube.
What Haven’t I? – Birthday Edition
Posted in awards, blogging, driving, first car, humor, Lake Tahoe, Nascar, rain forest, roses, theater, theatre, Uncategorized, vacation, writers, writing, tagged ballet, birthday, bull riding, circus, Corvette Stingray, Dom Perignon, flowers, jungle, Los Angeles, San Diego, San Francisco, scuba diving, zip lining on March 13, 2013| 26 Comments »
Well, it’s that time of the month again – time to play What Haven’t I!
This month, in honor of my birthday on the 24th, I’m asking for your guesses regarding my previous birthday activities.
Before we jump into any situations to ponder, let me say congratulations to Tameri Etherton, our February winner! Congratulations, Tameri!
If this is your first visit, the rules for participating are simple – write your guesses in the comments section below, check back on the 2oth to see if you’re a winner. Every month I will award two prizes; one to the person who gets the most guesses correct, and the other for the first person who left a comment and checked back regardless of how many guesses they got correct. You can’t win if you don’t play.
And now, without further ado, here are the questions:
1 – What haven’t I received as a birthday gift?
a) – Really Expensive Jewelry; b) – A car; c) – Flowers; or d) An ugly sweater
2 – What haven’t I attended for my birthday?
a) – The ballet; b) – A bull riding event; c) – The circus; or d) – A Nascar race
3 – What haven’t I eaten for my birthday?
a) – Steak and lobster; b) – Chinese food; c) – Reuben sandwich; or d) Turkey
4 – What haven’t I enjoyed on my birthday but I really want to?
a) – Bunging Jumping; b) – Scuba diving; c) – Swimming with dolphins; or d) – Zip-lining through a jungle
5 – Where haven’t I been in honor of my birthday?
a) – San Diego; b) San Francisco; c) Los Angeles; or d) Lake Tahoe
So? How well do you think you know me? I’d love to read your guesses in the comments below. What have you experienced, or not experienced for you birthday, but you hope to enjoy some day soon?
Word of the Day: Squarrose
Fun Fact about me: I love to color. (I even have color books and crayons, but don’t tell anyone.)
Don’t spill my beer!
Posted in baja bug, beer, blogging, driving, first car, humor, stick shift, writing, tagged baja bug, beer, driving, first car, humor, stick shift on February 1, 2012| 40 Comments »
At the end of last year, blogger extraordinaire, Ginger Calem, blogged about memories of her first car. There were many responses to that post, one of which was mine. (See http://www.gingercalem.wordpress.com). I’ve been thinking about that post ever since and those thoughts were the brain child of this month’s blog topic.
When I got my first car, I had my driver’s license and had been driving independently for over a year. I learned to drive on my parents’ Plymouth Volare. I know, you’re all insanely jealous, but alas, we did live in the lap of luxury so we could afford those extra little creature comforts. (Yeah right.) But, that’s not the real issue I’m discussing here. My first car was a rebuilt 1969 Volkswagen beetle. It was being used by our neighbors as a chicken feed storage bin and was infested with cobwebs and black widow spiders when we towed the thing home with 4 flat tires and a broken windshield.
This whole dream car thing started when my family and I took a little camping trip along the Northern California coast the summer before my senior year of high school. There were a lot of people having a lot of fun on the sand dunes, including a boy – a really cute boy – who had an awesome baja bug! It was love at first sight. Not so much for the boy, although he was dreamy, as for that really cute, totally cool car. My parents were over-the-top pleased that my heart’s desire for a “first car” was a Volkswagen. They’d lucked out. My brother wanted a brand new turbo-charged Mustang (which he got by the way) and I only wanted a cheap, used, inexpensive-to-insure, beetle!
That started the search for my dream car and my dad’s new project – building a baja bug! As any awesome dad would do, he made my dream come true. He transformed that feed shed into my very first cute little car. About a week before school started, it was ready. Bright and shiny and purring like a kitten. One problem – I didn’t know how to drive a stick shift. Dad to the rescue again. Below is an almost verbatim re-telling of my one and only lesson for learning to drive a stick shift:
Sunday afternoon. Not a cloud in the sky. Dad drives us out to outer Mongolia where we’re sure not to encounter another living person, pulls over to the side of the road and gets out. I adjust my new driver’s seat, buckle my new seat belt, adjust my new killer radio and sparkly new mirrors (in that order) and place hands on the steering wheel at 10 and 2. I look to my dad for instructions. He cracks open a beer and says, “Well drive. And don’t spill my beer.”
Now, please understand, I am NOT condoning this method of instruction. Nor is this particularly good parenting. However, I understand now my dad’s redneck way of getting me to learn to drive with that extra pedal on the floor. The one thing my dad loves more than almost anything is beer. To waste even one small drop by allowing it to spill is nothing short of sacrilige. I didn’t want that hanging over my head. And, heaven knows I didn’t want my new car smelling like beer. I was only 17 years old for crying out loud! Let me tell you, I learned quickly how to ease off that clutch. We jerked down that road exactly one time in each gear before I got the hang of it. Dad held the beer can out the window just in case, but it only took that one lesson and I was driving like a pro! According to my dad, it was a one-beer lesson. I think he was a little disappointed that I caught on so quickly.
Anyway, suffice it to say, I haven’t had an automatic transmission vehicle since 1981. I not only learned how to drive a manual transmission, I fell in love with the manual transmission.
So there you have it. My drinking and driver’s education trip down memory lane!
Now tell me, what’s your “learning to drive” story?
Word of the Day: Demurrage
Fun fact about me: I’ve never had a broken bone! (knocking on wood now)