It wasn’t until I arrived home after driving all over the place that I found out today is Super Hero Day at Krispy Kreme! I was disappointment at myself until I realized (DUH!) I’m wearing my pink Superman socks. Whew! Crisis averted. Now to go find a Krispy Kreme for a free dozen donuts!….
A few months back, we caught a few minutes of Finding Nemo, specifically the part where Nemo “touches the butt.” So naturally, we walk around talking about touching the butt. At a house warming party today, we noticed a squirrel just chillin’ about 2 feet away. Of course, Bret touched the butt. Three times. And by butt, I mean tail. 🙂
I can’t believe we’ve been here a week already! It was just about this time last week that I got the keys and started the task of moving everything in. So what have I learned since being here?
– The porch is worth any additional amount we had to spend. We LOVE it out there. I can’t wait for this cold to pass so I can spend more time out there again.
– Living within minutes of Wal-Mart is a blessing and a curse.
– I’m not sure why I haven’t walked to Dunkin Donuts yet – seriously, it’s SO close.
– Sleeping on the floor has been fantastic.
– Our neighbors seem great so far. You can tell they care about the place. In some ways, it feels like a suburb neighborhood and not an apartment complex.
– I thought I got rid of a lot of stuff until I started unpacking. Thankfully, I have a lot to get rid of and plans to get rid of more.
– Living light means (to us) having what is important to you and not just keeping a bunch of stuff. Case in point, we bought a TV. A huge 40″ TV. I can plug in my laptop to play movies (hence no need for a DVD player)…this also means that I can do my work on a 40″ screen. I did in fact spend about 2 hours doing just that yesterday.
– I am so thankful for God’s timing and how it is not our own.
Being an adult to me, means that if I want to wear Micky Mouse ears all day and in public, I will. I will not apologize. I will also be thankful for a husband that loves this and doesn’t think I’m silly. 🙂
In my early driving years, I had several “hand me down” vehicles. My oldest and most memorable, was an ’86 Dodge Ram van with about 1500 stickers, inside and out (I counted). People still talk about that old van. I drove the rest of the vehicles into the ground, because they were so close to “the end.” When my last “previously owned” car kicked the bucket, my dad advised me to get a new car. When we arrived at the dealership, the salesman asked what I was looking for in a car. I joked that I wanted a car that started every time (the last car would start about 30-50% of the time), the ability to open the window with one hand (the last car needed one hand to hold the glass and the other to press the button), a radio that worked (I was using a boom box) and air/heat that worked (it wasn’t in the old car). The guy didn’t laugh at my joke, which I still think is pretty funny. Ah well. People not laughing at my jokes is something I don’t take personally, I’ll just laugh at them for the both of us! 🙂
We finally walk out to the lot and that’s when I met him. Sam. I didn’t know his name yet, or that he was a he, but there he was. Black with blue sparkles and a tricked out stereo (and windows that went up and down with one hand, heat and air conditioning that worked, and it started on the first try). I hopped in and the speedometer read 112 (or 105ish…), all of my cars up to that point had well over 100,000 and some close to 200,000. I took a 5 mile test drive. We signed the paperwork and I drove my new friend away.
It took a few weeks to name it Sam. I introduced Sam to a friend and said he….and then said, oh, hey, I guess it’s a he!
Since that day, Sam has taken me cross country multiple times, to Lake Placid and on my honeymoon. I had my first serious conversation with my husband in Sam’s comfy seats. I have cried and prayed with friends in Sam. I have taken several day trips and short overnight trips with Bret with this little guy. I was driving him when I called friends to share that I was engaged.
I love this car. Sam is my dream car.
Yesterday, Sam had a big birthday. He is 200,000 miles old. Bret was driving to school with Sam, so I missed that birthday, but I’m ok with that. Because to me, Sam’s real birthday is when we met, roughly around 109 miles. Today, my dear friend turned 200,109. Happy birthday pal, here’s to the next 200,000!
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