Zombie Wolf!!

12/29/11

After a long, and romantic night spent with my ladies and getting a decent rest in, I woke at around 8 AM, Kate and I would be taking off for Jasper Park today in my old 1978 Ford Bronco. We had loaded everything we needed in it the night before, also I had filled the gigantic 32 gallon tank (this was an option for the 78-79 Bronco, they normally come standard with 21 gallon tanks) full of gas as well. That had made my wallet squeal but if I did not hot rod it on the road, we could probably go between 300-400 miles on a tank of gas.
Both Kate and Katie were still asleep, I quietly got...

Today, I am going to be écriture a collection of short stories of some of the fun and exciting memories I have shared with Kate and Katie, not mentioned in précédant stories! I hope toi all enjoy!

So one time I was working on my Bronco out in the shop. It needed a minor drive train repair done, so I had it on the lift in the lift baie of the shop, and was working beneath it. Heaven forbid something on the lift was to ever fail, and cause the two ton SUV to come crashing down on me! It would basically be like an insect getting stepped on par a buffalo! I was not worried though; I knew how to lift...

A week ou so had gone par since that wonderful night Kate and I had shared on my birthday not long ago. I now realized it would be time to teach Katie how to drive soon, and not just "drive" as in getting in a car, starting it up, putting the automatic transmission selector into "D" and going. I was going to teach her the way my dad taught me, and the way I taught Kate. The true "art" of piloting an automobile started with 3 pedals, and a gearshift.
My silver Toyota Tacoma was the truck for that job. When I finally found this truck, me and my dad had searched all over the upper west, and parts...

(June 3, 2011)
(Scar here again. This was one of the scariest days in my entire life!)

Once Jon got us to the hospital, he parked and hustled all of us inside. The hospital was a maze of white linoleum, beige walls, and people in white uniforms. The whole combination scared the shit out of me.

When the emergency room people finally let us go inside and see him, I was 10 feet ahead of everyone else.

Inside the room, I hesitated. For the first time, I wasn't sure that I really wanted to see him like this.
Jon walked in behind me and crouched down suivant to me. "What's wrong, Scar?" he a dit softly....

(March 30, 2011)
(Scar here, this was a completely unexpected event here. Anyway, I thought I'd tell this one from my point of view)

I watched in amazement as he drove. He seemed so calm, so composed. He looked ready for anything.
I saw him take his hand off the car's steering wheel and drop it to a lever between us.
"What's that?" I asked, pointing to it.
"It's called a gearshift," he said. "It helps the car go faster."
"That's cool," I said, giving him a grin.
He grinned back at me. "Wanna see something cool?" I was slightly worried, but I nodded. He gripped the shifting thing and stomped on...