Hello all! Welcome to my blog! If you've come to read about petroleum engineering or how to knit a scarf out of spaghetti noodles, unfortunately you've come to the wrong place (however I would like to become an expert on spaghetti knitting one day). If you've accidentally stumbled upon my blog, stay if you like to hear about funny friends, crazy family, delicious food, and lots of spiritual epiphany.
Now for a few words: Nitwit, oddment, blubber, and tweak! I applaud you if you caught the reference; if not, you're missing out on my all-time favorite book series featuring a boy with a lightning scar. Anyways, I will share with you a small story about my most recent flat tire (notice I said most recent and not first!). My right front tire had been going almost-flat for a few weeks. I don't know the cause, however, I suspect it may have something to do with my reputation for curb-checking and/or my less-than-leisurely style of driving I use in order to get to school on time. Mi padre took the leaky tire off then mi madre went to have it fixed. Then I had the privilege of putting the tire back on with help from my resourceful and ever-patient father. You might be wondering what the moral of this boring anecdote is. There are two morals: one, try to avoid violently launching your car up/off curbs, and two, be grateful for a father who is willing to not only change the tire for you but also teach you how to change tires (and teach you how to cut a canteloupe too!).
Keep visiting and I promise the stories will get more entertaining. But for now, I hope your satisfied with my flat tire story and the promise of many more to come! (Stories, that is.)
Love and fresh tires,