Sunday, January 27, 2013

Goodbye to a Good Friend



Hey friends! It has been forever.  Again, I know.  Sorry.  I swear, it's just because my kids this year just aren't as funny as before and I don't want to bore you.

However, I have had a major life change and I thought you all should know about it...

Part of my identity has been ripped away in the form of a certain bright blue eyesore who didn't so much like moving down the road anymore.

It's true.  I traded in The Whale/The Bubble/The Barbie Car/The whateverothernicknameyoucalledit and got a new car,  which has all the nice things that I'm not used to...like a radio.  (see here)

I won't lie to you, it was a very emotional experience.  I might have shed a tear.  When I step back to think about it, that car has seen me through a lot! I've driven it since I was a senior in high school.  It has seen 4 different boyfriends.  It has also seen 4 different boyfriends who all hated it with equal gusto, not to mention every other male who ever saw it.    It was not a very manly car.  It was the taxi for all my friends in high school and college because somehow I always ended up driving.  It saw me through some great times, and it saw me through some really sad times.  It also saw me through some really mad times when she wasn't behaving like she should.

She drove me to my first day of my senior year of high school, my first day of college, my first job real job interview and the first day of my teaching career. She watched me cry all the way home from my college graduation. She got me home safely when I had to drive home suddenly from Michigan because my grandmother had passed away.

I ran her into a bush, smacked her into a brick wall and parked her so badly that people have commented on more than one occasion.  But she didn't care, she wasn't a judger.

So here's to you UK blue 2003 Suzuki Aerio.  I consider you the essence of my adolescence and your trade in (and let's be honest...they gave me WAY more money than they should have for you) marks it's end and my retreat into the land of an old lady who owns a cat.  You were the best.  I will not soon forget our time together.