My Car

So today was the day that I got to take my rental back.  I very happily handed the keys over to the rental company, glad to have it off my hands.  The lot attendant drove me back down the road and I slid into the seat of my very own freshly rebuilt car!  I know that we shouldn’t be overly materialistic, but man I LOVE my car!!   I drove to Bam’s preschool to pick him up, and his stunned look was to funny when he saw the car. ‘Is that OUR car?’ he asked. I could only laugh. Off to my Dr’s appointment, another result of the accident. Parked in the pickup line at Fred’s school later in the day waiting for him to see the car, I couldn’t wait to see his reaction.  He rounded the corner running as fast as he could without getting in trouble, he saw us right away.  He hopped into the car, and as matter of factly as anyone could possibly get he simply states, “So we got the car back.” And then he laughed.   I love how they are so completely different, yet so similar.  How can this be? 

 

And for my public service of the month, I will let all of you who are looking for a new car my thoughts on the Chevy Uplander. It sucks, don’t buy it.   There you go, public service #14834.

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A Love Story — Part 3

In December I joined the world of email. It was a joyous occasion, as emailing was still fairly new. At least to me and my school’s computer. I was glad to have a cheaper way to communicate with Jerk-boy. I was quickly realizing more and more that our relationship wouldn’t continue past graduation. I was all scheduled to ship off to AIT a few weeks after I graduated. I planned on saying good bye to Jerk-boy in June, and not looking back. But for some reason I kept the relationship going. If you could call it a relationship because he NEVER called me and NEVER wanted to spend time with me unless….. well you know. I was begining to hate our time together.

During the January drill our platoon leader wanted to make a contact list with emails. I was so excited because I had one to share, and wouldn’t you know, so did Jason. I gathered all the courage I had to ask Jason what his email address was. So we exchanged addresses, and on Tuesday when I got back to school I had an email from him. My heart stopped cold in my chest and my lungs forgot how to breath! I will never forget what that first email said, unless I get Alzheimer’s, and then I will probably forget. The subject read: ‘Testing’, and all the body said was ‘This is a test to see how well I can remember an email address.’ Pretty cute, ehh? I thought so. And that started my addiction to the computer and checking my email every single chance I got.

Still MIA… sorry!

This is what I’ve been dealing with lately……..

 

Not fun.  At all.   But everyone is OK.  Bam had a sore tummy, and I’m dealing with bruises and a very sore back.  Fred is just fine and I am so impressed with his ability t stand up and do what needs to be done in a crisis!!  Bam and I on the other hand cry during such moments.  LOL 

We were on our way to Fred’s soccer practice, driving down a road with a speed limit of 50 mph, which I was doing. The white car had a stop sign, which she did stop at, but didn’t see us so she pulled out into traffic. She did not get to far, as you can see.  You know when your mom always said to wear clean undies…. well I was, but I was decked out in my running clothes!  Nice and scuzzy looking on the side of the road waiting for Jason to come rescue me. I have 105 different excuses on why I can’t exercise, but ramming into a  car isn’t one of them. I now have 106 reasons to get out of exercising!!  I sooo wish I only had 105.

 

 My poor baby has some pretty extensive damage, but they are going to fix her!!  In the mean time I have a crappy rental that is roughly the size of a small aircraft carrier.  Seriously. But I’m not paying for it, and it’s getting me to where I need to be. So I won’t complain about that crappy crappy Titanic car.