September 2001: My journey to Asbury Theological Seminary began on a sunny August morning in 2001. My father helped me load up my 1997 Turquoise Ford Pickup at 6 am and after several re-loads, I was ready to embark on an adventure. The bed of the truck was loaded to the max with everything imaginable: a small fridge, an entertainment center, a bicycle, you name it. Because I had to drive all the way from central Iowa to central Kentucky (a thirteen hour drive), dad tied a bright blue tarp around my belongings with yards of rope to ensure a safe journey. There wasn't a cloud in the sky. After a hug from mom and dad, I was off (I pulled out of the drive way with the Doobie Brother's "Listen to the Music" blaring).
An hour or so later, I met up with my fellow journeyman, Jackson, at our rendezvous in Eastern Iowa. My parents had supplied us with CB's so we could radio back and forth to communicate necessary bathroom breaks, point out particularly ridiculous vehicles to one another, and generally entertain ourselves with humorous observations and banter. We grabbed some breakfast, took some pictures so as to document the adventure, and got ready for the second leg of our journey. I needlessly checked the ropes my father had secured the tarp with (the man can tie a knot like an eagle scout), and made sure everything was in order, which it was...well, wait a minute. There was a tiny bit of fraying in the middle of the bright blue tarp where the corner of the microwave had left it's mark. Not to worry. Dad had supplied me with half a roll of duct tape just in case. After patching up the minor inconvenience, Jackson nodded his approval and we were off.
To be continued...
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Yeah - I know where this is going. We found bits of blue crap in our stuff for months!
Don't give away the ending! Oh, wait, you're the only one reading this.
Not true, Craigeroo! And as long as you're writing the seminary diaries, you must at least mention me somewhere along the way. I am sure that I'm a part of some fun stories eventually. Alas, we're only on 2001, though...pre-Julie! :)
And then in year two, the villian is introduced - a seemingly shy young lady who, once she opens up spews her vehemenous vile and calls one of our young heros a "Boner."
Excuse me...villian?
Villianess?
Whatever, Boner.
- Julie (aka - Carol Seaver)
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