Its Wendesday - time for a car story.

I know today is supposed to be wordless, but lately, everyday has been wordless and for the most part photo-less. There has been quite a lot going on over the last few weeks. I would venture to say that things have finally settled but... I have learned not to jinx myself that way.

The biggest news is that after seven long years we were forced to make the decision to send Poca (aka my lil' Civic) to the great big auction house where ever it may be. After having the old girl in the shop four times in 10 days (not to mention more than $2,000 later) and without a solid answer on the issue, we decided to trade her in. The frustration of Poca's problems were confounded after the third visit to the shop when we piled into our truck to pick up the supposedly now fixed vehicle only to find that the brakes were completely out in that vehicle. I am very thankful, however, that we discovered this in our neighborhood and not on the Interstate. So, another call to the tow truck, another visit to another shop, and another $1,000 later we found ourselves test driving Toyotas.

I am now the proud new owner of a Camry. Quite honestly its the nicest car I have driven (as my primary vehicle) since I bought my first new car in 1994. The boys love that it has four doors (and quite frankly so do I - car seats and two door cars are a royal pain in the...).

We have always had names for our cars. Maybe not the most creative names but names none the less. There has been The Tank (the Blazer), the Little Red Bird (the Integra), Fred (the Altima), Poca (the Civic), and the Beast (the Maxima).

So after a few days, we asked the Notorious MRA what he thought we ought to name the new car. He thought for a mere few seconds and said "Cupcake!". He also told us that the lady who tells us where to go inside the car's name should be Sprinkles.

So there ya go, my primary vehicles since 1994 have been The Tank, Poca, and now Cupcake. How can a car that feels so right, sound so wrong?

Woedless Wendesday

Wordless Wednesday

Wordless Wednesday

Wordless Wednesday

The Notorious Putt Putter

If you want to play putt putt, you need to play with this Notorious little dude.

This was his first time on the greens and while he did not quite master the game, he certainly mastered the art of direction. MRA was excellant at directing the order of play at each hole. But my favorite thing about playing putt putt with him is this: after my first putt, no matter where my ball ended up, MRA would find it and say, "No Mama, don't hit it yet. I'll get it closer for you," and then he would move my ball to within an inch or two of the hole and say, "Ok, now you can hit it into the hole."

Now I could get used to playing like that!

Happy Monday!