I have a waiting room.  Some people know this.  Of course it’s a virtual waiting room, but still.  See, somehow it came to be that I qualified for many free magazines to put in my waiting room.  I don’t know the how or the why, but it just IS.  And I like it because I get lots of random, free magazines for my “patients” to read.  For FREE.  Some stuff is strange and useless to me like Baseball Weekly, Off Road Dirt Bike, Southern Boating, Road & Track, and some stuff is nice, like Interview, Spin, Woman’s Day, or Horse Illustrated.  It all gets read by someone in the house, because apparently my husband thinks he is a dirt bike rider and eventually we plan to sail away in a yacht.  They have come in real handy for school projects and collages.  I haven’t decided just yet what type of professional they-who-are-providing-these-free-mags should think that I am.  Should I be a doctor?  I could have an auto shop.  Or maybe a dentist?  Maybe I own a spa?!  That would be nice, but it would make the Dirt bike magazines even stranger.  If that’s possible.

Anyhow, I got my most recent copy of Woman’s Day and I was reading through it while dinner was cooking.  Everything is about doing more with less for Christmas this year.  

Shocking.  

Sorry, that was kinda sarcastic.  

Right.  Sorry.

One of the “on the cheap” gift ideas they had kind of caught my attention.  Not that I’m even thinking about Christmas gifts yet, because that would mean that I had thought ahead and did some planning.  Funny.  The idea though, was to create a journal in a jar for someone.  I’m not going to get into all the details since I already said I’m not looking for a gift idea, but at the end it said that there was a big ol’ list of questions online for you to set this up .  To chronicle your life in a journal.  I’m completely exhausted, but I still rushed to the computer.  I don’t need no stinkin’ journal, I have a blog!

So begins the great Journal in a Jar series.  You poor things.

Question Number One:  Have you had any interesting driving experiences?

Why yes, of course I have.  When I was 15 I bought myself a 197? Toyota Corolla from my uncle for $300.  It was brown, like my eyes, with rust spots everywhere.  It was a cute little two door hatchback with a manual transmission.  I wish I knew where I could find a picture of it (yes, of course I just spent 20 minutes trying to find one).  I loved that car.  LOVED IT.  It took LEADED gasoline.  It was small, and smelly, and loud.  You could hear me from a block away and it embarrassed my friends when I would come to pick them up, but I didn’t care.  Because it was mine.  And I bought it, all by myself.  It was rusty, did I mention that?  It had holes in the floor.  Four of them to be exact.  One for everyone, I used to joke.  Well, seeing as I had this awesome car and all, I would drive to high school.  And when it would rain, and my brother was being especially annoying, I would remove his floor mat and hide it.  His PROTECTIVE floor mat that covered his hole in the floor.  And I would look for splash opportunities on his side of the car.  Are you following me here?  I would splash my brother with rainwater on the way to school from inside the car.  And then I would laugh.  Because it was hysterical.  Oh dear God did I ever laugh in that little car.

There you have it.  Your first little taste of Journal in a Jar!  Maybe I should call it Journal in a Little White Box?  Journal in a Blog?  Oh never mind.  You know what I mean.