Looking at Life..ohhh.... awww

Do you ever take a moment to look back over your life and say “wow, a lot has happened to me”. I do that from time to time. I’m always impressed with how much I have grown or how much has changed from one year to the next. I always wonder if life will slow down a little but it never does. I can remember when I was a little girl and talking to my dad about wanting snow in July. My dad’s response was something along the lines of “that’s human nature, to want what they don’t have.” I remember it really clicking home. Ding.. life lesson learned, light bulb on. (I still want snow in July though. Just like one day a week would be great, thanks weather man.) I honestly can’t imagine what is going to happen to me next. It seems like so much is uncertain right now. I have two fairly steady things, family and the knowledge that I am capable of coming out of just about anything alive. Ha ha.. see I still have that childish mentality that I am invincible. Okay not really. What used to be a glowing beacon of gold truth is now a little tarnished and has see through spots. What is interesting to me at the moment is how family changes over time. How it grows and shrinks in so many ways. It is part of getting older I suppose. You learn to rely less on what you used to know and more on your self in the current moment. That whole circle of life business. Not only that but your point of focus changes from an old family to a new family. In this new family you have people your own age and you suddenly are the one having to come up with brilliant and wise answers to why people want snow in July but not in December when it is everywhere whether you like it or not. I wonder what it was like for my dad to watch his children go through the process of needed everything explained to suddenly being out of the house, out of the city and slowly having more and more ding, life lesson learned moments. Is it hard? Or does he sit back in his chair and smile to himself cause he knows he did a good job teaching little miss. Blueberry brain how to function in the big bad world. I wonder if I will ever get over that want to call up my dad and let him know that I did something adults do. He probably thinks that I am silly half of the time but I just have to tell him anyways. In reality I call my dad at least once a day. Generally in the morning while I walk to work, or class or just outside. I like to talk to family while I walk. Anyways back to this realization of family changing. I look at my sisters now. Both are married and Cora has two kids. Whaaa? When was she allowed to stop being the big sister that would punch me when my parents weren’t looking and start being a mommy? And what about Nikki? She and her husband are going to celebrate her one year anniversary soon. Whaaa??? Married? When in the world did we get to that stage in the game? Then there is me. Okay, I am still the baby of the family without kids and marriage but still...I am moving in with a man. Which since I think of home as where your family is, in a way I am entering into a new family situation. So there are all these branches on the tree now. It is very interesting to take a step back from your life and look at everything that has happened, how you have changed and grown. This applies to all ages, it’s not really a stage you ever get out of because every year you encounter something new. Meh.. food for thought I guess. This idea goes on and on in my head. I have decided a couple of things though that I don’t think will ever change. A: I’m going to enjoy the ride of getting older. I’m going to laugh when I do stupid things and I’ll learn from those times where I really, really mess up. B: I’m never going to hesitate to hold my dad’s hand when he holds it out to me. No matter how old I get I will always have that dynamic of daddy’s little girl. Yep. Firm rules to live by for Sara. J Now I am off to get in a quick walk and call my dad or mom up and tell them I love them just for the hell of it. I say thank you all the time to them for what they have taught me in life, but I doubt I will ever be able to really get across just how valuable I think they are.

Hamburglar alert!!!!

Joey and I have returned to the geoellipsoidal rectangle. This translates into Joey and I spent 15 hours being goofy in a car together while we drove home. Being in a car all day with someone teaches you a lot about them. For instance I have learned that Joey should never go inside a fast food establishment when he is on the road. He should strictly stick to drive through only. For that matter, I should not be allowed in them either. We could go one step further and have a sign made which they can post outside with a stick figure representation of me, joe and an image of car with a big red X through it. Lol, this discovery started on the drive to Reno last weekend. Joey and I stopped at Wendy's to order a couple of sandwiches. First I tried to take someone else's order, and then five minutes later joey went up and tried to do the same thing with a different order. The third time was a charm and we actually managed to take and attempt to consume our own food. This time we stopped at McDonald's for burgers. We were standing there waiting and everyone else was getting their food but us. Joey is eyeing some stuff on the counter but waits to make his move. Then a group of guys in baseball gear come up and take all of the food. I immediately return to staring at the guys cooking in the back and wondering if they would think it was lame if asked for my soda early so I could sip while waiting. Joey however started to fidget and pace a little. We joke about how antsy we get when waiting and how much faster fast food is in Colorado. When a couple that ordered way after us gets their food both Joe and I have the what the heck look on our faces. Joey draws the obvious conclusion. And I quote: "Those F&$#ers stole our food! I can't believe those F*&#$ers stole our food!" This is said in a very indignant, not so quiet voice, while he crosses his arms across his chest and huffs up to the counter and back again since everyone is ignoring us. He feels greatly wronged on a personal level. I am laughing and ask him why in the world they would steal our food, it's McDonald's for crying out loud who would want it? Our only evidence was the fact that the food included a happy meal, which was what I had ordered. He is pretty convinced and people are beginning to give him funny looks. Finally someone comes over to where we have been waiting. I'm a little worried Joey is going to vault the counter and start stealing hamburgers in order to get even with the counter people for letting someone else take our food. Joey asks very politely what happened to our order and we find out that they just forgot to make it. So no one stole my happy meal and life is good. Joey's face went from being a slightly pouty scowl to a little sheepish with a lot of blush. The moral of the story was never steal a cyclists food when he is hungry, or he'll huff and puff and blow your house over. Well that and we shouldn't be allowed to order fast food because it's just not fast enough us. The whole thing was hilarious to me, but then again I'd been in a car for 6 hours already so maybe you had to be there. :) The entire trip was a lot of fun and really didn't seem like it took 15 hours. Joey and I are just too entertaining when we are trapped in small spaces. I've never had more fun singing along to random music and head banging to Tenacious D. Ha ha, good times. We are special.

YES!!!! Redemption!!! As most of you know I flew back up to Reno this weekend to try out this whole getting to know Joey's family business without the flavor of my utter disgrace. It went really well this time. I managed not to fall over anything, set off any alarms, or crash into anything. SCORE! Things are looking up. I am pleased. :) The fun started Thursday night when the family and I headed up to Truckee to watch the cute boy race. It was a blast having a whole corner screaming their lungs out and ringing their cowbells whenever he flew by. And these were not just any old cowbells, these were hand crafted cowbells in the distinguished team colors of orange and purple to emphasize the fact that we were not there just to watch some little race, we were there to support our VC boys. It was a drastic change from my normal little whimpy "go joey, go!" cheer. Meaning that the he actually heard us and so did everyone else. Ha ha. After the race we all headed over to Aunta Mare's house for a spaghetti dinner. That was a great time with a lot of joking about how I needed to be careful with the butter knife since I am so clumsy. yeah yeah yeah, I am never going to live the scooter fiasco down. Oh well. The rest of the week was pretty laid back. There were a couple more races but mainly it was just hanging out with the fambly and getting to know one another. I really like them, they didn't kick me out so I think all and all this went pretty well. So now it is back to trying to figure out just what I am doing in my life. That is always entertaining. Like being stuck in a hedge maze with the Queen of hearts chasing you holding bills and responsibilities. "Off with her head! Down with her daydreaming!" :) I'm going to start by putting my new license plates on my car. # - PZB.... Pink'Z Babe according to Joey. I like it. I'll take it. On with the show!

This was the final race of Tour de Nez 2008


Chuck's butt, at least I think it is Chuck.. and Joey...go joey, go! (ding, ding,ding)

All of the guys after the race with one of the sponsors. There was a great dinner afterwards for all of the racers. This guy was nice enough to snag a wristband for me too so I could be a poser. It made me want to consider taking up racing, but the guys informed me that normally it isn't that nice. (Side note: I'm a lucky girl getting to date joey, he's not half bad looking. ha ha)

Momsy, Joey and me. I didn't do anything all day long yet I managed to look worse than the guy who had just finished a killer race. That takes talent on my part.

This is a picture of Uncle Rich and his fiancee. They are such a cute couple. Momsy is cute too. Aww... you can tell I'm not related. Derf....

Where I belong on a scooter.... I be da lame-o. :)

My brain is a little fat man with a bomb

So an unexpected turn of events. My life went from being relatively normal to KABOOM! in about 48 hours. I'm not sure how to take this so instead of stressing about it I am trying to relax and look at the positive. I did a lot of thinking yesterday and this weekend about classes I am taking and my education in general and I decided I need to take a break. No, I am not dropping out. I already have a degree for crying out loud. :) I just think it might be wise for me to take a few months off and get my life re-organized before I go full steam into my next degree. I graduated from college and two weeks later I started more classes for my other degree. That is not much of a breather for my brain. That is the real problem... my brain has kind of reached it's over load capacity. It is failing at simple tasks like scooter riding (ha ha) and remembering words like cat. It is very tired. Plus there is a lot going on outside of the educational world. Things like that whole being in love business, moving to a new city in 6 weeks, apartment hunting and buying a car....etc. So here is my grand plan in all of it's not really grand glory. I'm going to focus on finding a job I like in Denver, finding a home in Denver, and spending some un-stressful play time with Joey. (Trust me, trying to balance a serious relationship, work AND study for school gets a little hairy. Like cousin IT hairy only not as funny and cute.) I have to admit for me this is hard to do. I am used to going full steam ahead all the time until I fall down. Ha ha.. even after high school I only took 3 weeks off before I started college. Lol, the sad part is that I know I will probably still study a fair amount but now it will be more about learning because it is interesting and less about getting grades. Thus reducing a lot of the pressure I put on myself to be perfect all of the time. I am not really sure where in my head the throw switch was for all of this but some how it was hit. My mom had a good point last night, she said "what are you waiting for? a nervous break down?" It gave me a pretty decent visual of myself in a white straight jacket blowing bubbles at a shrink. While that is indeed a very tempting pass time I have to give her credit for hitting that one home. She said she thought it was impressive that I knew myself well enough to see that I wasn't doing so hot right now before I completely burnt myself out. I will spend years and years trying to come up with a good way to thank her for that. She didn't realize it but just that one little sentence validated my feelings and made me feel less like a quitter and more like I am really doing the right thing. For the last few months I have been telling myself that I just need to make it to the next test or the next class and everything will be fine. Obviously I had worn myself thin but I figured that if I kept pushing then I would make it. Not so much in real life. My grades were dropping, my sleep wasn't that great and my laundry didn't get washed nearly as often as it should. So really, if you look at the blaring clues I am tired and I need to slow down for at least a little while so that when I do go back I am going to do as well as I know I can. For some reason I seem to feel that I haven't accomplished everything I should have by this age. But really, I'm 23. I've got to take a step back and realize that most of the people I know are in their 30's or older and it makes sense that I am not in the same place there are. Besides which, some people can do this for years and years on end and be fine. I don't think I am one of them anymore. I need a short break before the next big challenge. I need to live life for awhile outside of an academic setting. You mean there is a world outside of school?!? Shocking theory. Ha ha. This week I am going to go home and spend some time with my mom and dad. I'll be a good kid and mow my dad's lawn and help my mom her fix fences or something along those lines. Kids are good for hard labor and hard labor is good for getting out of your head. Perfect combination. So, Blackie's brain is not here at the moment. Please leave a message and she'll get back to you as soon as she returns.I'm off to clean my room and pack up the car for my drive tomorrow. I'm not even going to take a text book with me. Maybe I'll read Princess Bride. :) That is one of my favorite books. Oh brain, let's be friends again.

Meet the Fockers, the lost chapter

The trip went great!!!!! I successfully managed to portray a wonderful, and well rounded individual. I was both funny (they couldn't stop laughing) and charming. They were very impressed with my intelligence, and considered me just a delightful individual to have around because I was so graceful and eloquent........ oh wait... zzzzzz... I must have fallen asleep for a second there.. I think I was dreaming. How the trip actually went:

"Hi, my name is Sara. I'm Joey's girlfriend. I'd like to take a moment and give you a disclaimer. In the next 24 hours I will be attempting to do everything humanly possible to make myself look stupid and/or cause physical damage to your home, your possessions and my personal being. Oh, you are still going to let me in the front door. What brave souls you are." That is what I should have said. It is only fair to give warning when Destructo girl enters your house. ha ha... Okay so here is the play by play of what I do when I'm really hoping to make a good impression. We get in Friday night around 7 and everything goes well. Perfectly smooth. I think to myself, yep.. I got this. I'm gonna do great. I fit in well here. We won't go into the slight hyperventilation in the car when we first pulled into the drive way... or the palms sweating, or the me saying "be cool sara, be cool" over and over to myself in my head. Anyways, great first night! They have a beautiful house, an amazing back yard that I would like to dig up and ship to myself so that I can have something that pretty to look at, and 4 really cute dogs to play with. Plus they are nice to me. They gave me hugs and laughed at my very corny, Sara is nervous so she is going to try and make you laugh, jokes. What more could you ask for? I fall asleep smiling in a comfy bed with a sigh of contentment.

Next morning: 8 am. Yawn, stretch... we slept in a little ooops. Oh well, no biggie. Time to shower. Angry BEEP BEEP BEEP...what's beeping?!? What did I do?!?! Oh fire alarm! Not good! Joey comes running downstairs to shut it off. Then reminds me that very sweetly that it is a sensitive alarm so I should probably open the bathroom window because of the steam. Oh yeah.. you warned me about that last night. Gotcha! That will be the worst thing I do on the whole trip! Promise!!! We decided to go to Lake Tahoe that afternoon because it is a pretty day and we are soooo close that I just couldn't miss out. I've seen pictures and wow! Talk about beautiful!
I'm all excited, we drive to the lake and it is gorgeous. I'm in 7th heaven as we wade around the shore and smile while we are silly, romantic and in love. Then just before we leave we are over by these large boulders and we are very carefully climbing out of the water. Joey has tender feet so I decided that I should go ahead and show him an easy way to some place where he can sit and put his shoes back on. I am trying to step from one boulder to another, when something shifts and down I go! Practically face planting on a huge boulder. I am wearing a rather short skirt and land with an umph on my chest and arm with my legs in the water. Graceful I know. Joey helps me up, and looking concerned asks if I am okay??? Yes. I am fine. I just feel dumb. I have bloody knuckles, a few bruises and a nice scrap on my now swollen forearm. Psshhhh.. no big deal. I'm tough! I'm a mountain girl. I fall down a lot. This will just be funny tomorrow. After a nice little lunch in Truckie we head back to the house. Doris is wonderful and helps me clean up my boo-boos. We hang out for the rest the afternoon and just have fun. Then before dinner, Momsy asks Joey if he'll go pick up some coleslaw from the store. "Go ahead and take the scooters! It will be fun!" Okay, sure. Sounds great! ( I'll give a cookie to whoever can guess what I do next ). So we go out to the garage. Momsy has a really spiffy little red scooter and Doris has a nice blue scooter. I like the red one, no big surprise there. So I put on the helmet, I start her up and get ready to back out of the garage. I think I should insert an important note here. I have never driven a scooter. BUT since I can dirt bike no problem, this shouldn't be a big deal right? Same thing without the shifting or jumps. Easy peasy lemon squeezie. I back out. Mary's car makes for some tight turning but I've got it. I back down to the end of the car. Joey's mom has come out onto the porch to watch us scoot off. Little did she know the show she was in for. Oh boy! So I randomly ask joey what I am doing, he says just hit the gas and turn. His mistake was in thinking I am an intelligent human being. So I hit the gas. I am headed straight towards Mary's car! CRAP! MUST... TURN!!!! I turn! YES! I have missed the car..... but now I am headed straight for the garage door!!! BAD WORD!!!! ANOTHER BAD WORD!!!! MUST TURN!!!!!! I turn with centimeters to spare, if even that, I might have actually hit the door... WHEW...but now I am headed straight for the 4 foot tall metal lawn scutpture/ bird thing! CRAP!!! BAD WORD!! BAD WORD!!! THIS CANNOT BE HAPPENING!!!!!! CRASH! Sara hits the lawn sculpture bird thing! Sara is down! The scooter is on Sara's left leg! She cannot move, she cannot turn it off... there are people running towards her! Joey turns off the scooter and man handles it off of my leg. I have lost a shoe and pretty much all of my pride. Doris, Momsy and Mary are all asking if I am okay. All of that happened in about a 30 second period of time and in less than 10 ft of space. I feel unbelievably stupid... did I REALLY just do that. Seriously? Can I have a do over? Please? Can I just shake your hand and pretend like I just walked up your drive way? "Hi my name is Sara. Nice to meet you.. what just happened here? Who is the dumb girl and do you want me to call the circus or John Ritter from Three's Company? She looks dangerous in a pathetically funny way. " But no... it is me.. this is my life. I really just did that in front of Joey's family which I was hoping to impress. Fantastic. They take the scooter away from me... they put it back in the garage. Where it, other life forms and all lawn sculptures will all be safe. By now we are over the shock and fear of me nearly careening into the highway or into apparently anything else I could possibly find to run into. We are all laughing, kind of. Ten minutes after we initially went to the garage to get the scooters I climb on the back of Joey's scooter and we go off to get the coleslaw. To be honest.. that is all pretty much a blur. I think I was still in shock. We get to the store, and I have to ask joey.. very quietly... did I REALLY just do that???? He busts up laughing and says "yes sweetie, you really just did that." I was afraid of that. We get back to the house and now there is LOTS of laughter. Almost the tears running down your face kind of laughter. They, bless them, think that I handled it all very gracefully. Aren't they wonderful people?!?!? While joey helped with some plants in the back yard I sat in the kitchen with Momsy and an ice pack and we laughed and chatted. So here is my new recommendation to anyone meeting someone that they hope to have a good impression with. Crash a scooter into whatever is readily available. It is a FANTASTIC icebreaker. You will be the life of the party. Everyone will laugh, you included, and you will feel like part of the family in no time flat. (this is because they now have embarrassing blackmail on you, just like all good families do). After we had dinner, Joey and his sister took me down to a nice big church parking lot and let me have at it with the scooter. It was easy, and a LOT of fun. I didn't hit a single thing, imagine that! I even rode it home just fine. :)

Sooo... I went to Reno and all I got were these stupid bruises and this amazingly embarrassing story which I will never live down. :) ha ha... Aka. I had an awesome time! I didn't manage to kill or maim anyone so I pretty much am writing this one off as a success. Lol, I am not sure if I'll ever be invited back, but they did say they were sad I couldn't stay longer. So I think they liked me. I'm mean really, how could you not like this horribly clumsy, slightly awkward, and often bright red girl? Now here is the kicker... read my blog the day I left for this trip.. how I was hoping that nothing like this would happen, ha.. funny! Oh my life. I'm really lucky that joey puts up with me. He is a brave and loving soul. AND I am beyond thankful that his family has a good sense of humor. Instead of this all going horribly wrong they just kind of took me in as their own and accepted me for all of my klutzy, graceless glory. I have to admit that I am a little sad that they only got to see awkward sara and didn't really get any exposure to the normal side that I have hidden deep within. Sometime... if they will have me, I'd like to return and maybe stay longer than a weekend. Then we can get all of this fun stuff out of the way and the rest of the time I can work on my impersonation of a charming person. I promise not to light anything on fire, and I'll do my best to avoid more "colorful" memories in the future. Ha ha... geez... that was classic. I wish you could have been there, you would have chuckled.

Heigh ho, heigh ho.. it's off to Reno I go, To meet the mom, and try to stay calm. heigh ho, heigh ho, heigh ho

Short blogger-log today. So, bought the car last night! Woot! Made it home without getting a speeding ticket, Double Woot! A 6 speed is going to get me in trouble I do believe. I mean, I of course NEVER speed.. who does that? I always go nice and slow. 10 to 15 under the speed limit..really. That's me. Okay maybe not. But I will have to keep an eye on my speed more than I used to. Partially cause my old little car couldn't really go much over 75 and partially cause the new car is just a lot of fun to drive so I kind of get caught up more in how much fun I am having and pay less attention to those white rectangle things with numbers written on them warning me that I have to pay money when I don't take their information into account. Meh...

Speaking of driving, tonight the pink panther and I leave for Reno to visit Momsy. We are leaving after he gets off of work and we'll get about half way before stopping over at a hotel. Then tomorrow morning we'll make the rest of the drive. I'm well prepared with tons of notecards to memorize and lots of bad music to listen to. Actually I like road trips so the time will probably go too fast for my liking. I'm nervous but excited to meet the woman I have heard so much about. Hopefully she'll like me and I'll manage not to be my normal clumsy, semi retarded self. If I drive fast enough do you think I can leave that part of myself in the dust in CO and instead be a suave, smooth, and intelligent person? It would be a refreshing change from the typical sara we all know and tolerate, kind of like you love a dumb puppy that walks into walls.... I wish I was able to stay longer than just the weekend though. Silly school getting in the way of real life. But it should be a lot of fun, apparently one of the big pass times are social meals and everyone knows me and food.. mmm food. Happy sara. Plus I just like getting out of town for awhile. I have that travel bug I can't seem to get rid of. *cough cough..must... cough... go to some place tropical..cough cough... with coconuts and volcanoes.

So I'm off to pack and sooth my bruised ego that resulted from the DMV. I think that frozen fruit chiller will do the trick. I would tell you about the DMV but it's not that exciting, they just kept skipping my number and I felt like the ugly step-sister with no prince to tell me that I was beautiful and DID deserve to register my new car. By the way have you ever noticed how everyone's ability to operate a vehicle decreases by about 50% when they are in the general vicinity of a DMV? I saw two almost accidents before I even got out of the parking lot. Yikes and Ahhh!

Ps. I have the dwarfs song from snow white stuck in my head now.... "we dig, dig, dig,....." concluded by "heigh ho, heigh ho.. it's home from work we go... " in case you wanted it stuck in your heads too.

Talkative today aren't we?

Two posts in one day? Suuuure she is studying. For the record I just returned from a very productive meeting with a couple of people from my anatomy lab. I have spent at least 4 hours today going over bones. I dream about them in my sleep. This means I qualify for the new nickname of Rover because surely no one besides pre-health students and dogs dream of bones. The reason for this post, besides procrastination, was because of the study session. I just have to comment on how much I enjoy being around other people who are interested in the same field as I am. Our conversations are completely random and probably would not make sense to anyone outside of the imaginary world we have built for ourselves out of text books and irrelevant medical terminology. Honestly, no one would want to listen to them. We are boring. But still it is nice to have found a niche where I am not made fun of because I spend hours and hours with only the company of notecards, text books, and online resources. Okay nowadays no one I hang out now with really makes fun of me for the whole studying all the time business, that was more of an issue I dealt with last year. Ah the suffering of the nerd. But I am a happy nerd and that is what really matters in the end. Right now if you were to take a sharpie and draw a line to mark the level of happiness contained in my person it would be right about at ear level. The rest the space is filled up by air and guilt for procrastinating. Okay there is a lot of air in there.. maybe we should move the line down some. Other thoughts before I go hit the books, again... (I keep hitting them but I must not be hitting hard enough, maybe I should get a sock and put some bricks in it....)

I haven't bothered to publish this painting yet, so I thought I would throw it up here so I don't feel like an artistic slacker. This is one of my latest watercolors/doodling and not doing homework pieces. By latest I mean I did it a couple of months ago.... bad sara not painting. No cookie for you! Shwa, I mainly put this on for you. :) I'll get you into watercolors yet.

Today's corny joke, curtsy of a non-melting Popsicle :

Q: How do you prevent your pets from getting ticks?
A: Don't let them wear watches.

ha ha ha... oh humor, you tickle me.

Can I go outside and play? Pretty pleeease

Today I feel like the orphan kid locked away in the tower watching all of the other kids playing in the street below but unable to join them. The bricks of the tower consist of my higher education. Aka... school sucks and I have to study right now because I have a test tomorrow over all of the nooks, crannies, crests, bumps and lines of every bone of the human skeleton. What I want to be doing is drinking beer and playing paintball with everyone out at Hutchison's house. I feel like a petulant child, I want to stamp my feet and say "no, I don't wanna" over and over again, then hold my breath until my face turns blue and I get my way. Sadly I think if I tried that I would just pass out because there is no one here but me. In fact the only reason I can't go is me. I am a very strict parent of myself. Actually that isn't completely true. Around finals this year I decided that I wanted to play instead of study like I should have and I bombed the final... that still kind of stings so here I am being studious and complaining about it. Meh, I guess I learned my lesson at least. See? She can be taught! Blah...

In other complaining and whining news I also couldn't watch Joey race this weekend which I think is one of the first weekends I have (semi-)willingly missed since we met. It is very strange not watching him go round and round in circles while wearing purple spandex. And dare I say, I miss it??? Curiouser and curiouser. I think I am addicted to the boy. I need a support group. We'll need coffee and another addiction to take the place of Pinkerton but I believe together we can make it through. One day at a time.

Okay enough complaining. It's not nearly as much fun or as releasing as it should be. I have good news! I found a car! I will be buying a 2003 Nissan Sentra SE-R on Monday. It is a 6 speed, with a 2.5 L engine. It goes fast, I like it. The comical part is that I am going from a teenage mutant ninja turtle green car to a razzmatazz blue car. So much for a subtle black or silver like I was hoping for. ha ha. Oh well.. that just gives it more personality. I enjoy things with wild personalities because then I come off as something closer to normal... (Note to self: when trying to come off as close to normal maybe don't do it in the same paragraph where you are explaining that your kool-aid blue car to be has an eccentric personality.)

This would be the car. It is car like. Four wheels, a steering wheel, headlights... yeah.. very car like.

I will probably have to name it something. Right now in all of my immaturity all I can think of is Stitch from Lilo and Stitch but that is a silly name for a car. I'll come up with something better. The color gives me a creative road block. It is a very girly looking car, but then again so was my Toyota. I think that since I'm a girl I can get away with it. It will look much more like my kind of car once I get a bike rack on it. Joey and I were having a conversation last night about cars having personalities. I was raised with the firm belief that cars have distinct personalities and that you need to be nice to them and treat them well otherwise they will get pissy and break. This was a lesson from my father the mechanic. I believe it with all my heart. Joey does not. He believes in the personality part but not the you need to be nice to the car (or the car will get back at you) part. I kind of hope that car karma bites him in the butt just to prove without a doubt that I am right about this. Even though I would not sink to the level of "Neener, Neener! I told you so" I would still enjoy being right. Okay, okay not really. I don't want his car to break. I like his car, it is fun to drive...for an automatic.

Well I suppose I should go do that bathing thing I have heard so much about. I have a study group at 1 pm and it would probably be best if I didn't smell funny for it. I don't want to have to sit by myself on one side of the room or hand out clothes pins to every one. So getting wet and using s-o-a-p it is. I'll even use that fluffy, puffy thing joey made me get. See, it's all about compromise. I use the fluffy thing and don't make fun of roadies and he gets to believe in car karma. Some one send him a memo or something. :)