My Cool Factor Just Went Down A Notch

Okay, maybe two.

Do you ever have those moments when you think to yourself:

“Five years ago I never would have seen myself HERE!”

Well, that’s the story of my life.  It always pans out a little differently then I expected.

Now that statement rings true again.

Get the picture, here…

I was probably the biggest loather of minivans.  Yes, I said it.  I loathed them.  How they looked.  The crazy soccer moms that drive them – going 150 mph down the road like they were on the Autobahn and don’t have to abide by any traffic signs or laws.  You know who you are.

Minivans signify ‘stay at home mom’. 

Not that it’s a bad thing, because I.AM.ONE.

But…

You know.  A minivan.  How uncool.  How suburban-ish.  How boring.

(Hey, I’m just being honest here!)

I’d much rather drive one of these:

 

I mean, seriously.  

Driving one of these I have to make sure I’m looking good when I leave the house, because everyone stares.

Yes.  Stares.  At the blonde headed STAY.AT.HOME.MOM gliding through the city with 2 kids in the back seat of this monster piece of machinery – like I.OWN.THE.WORLD.

I could run over most people with my car.  They may be staring because they are scared I’ll demolish them.  I could.

It’s kind of cool.

Even the guys stare.

Ooooh, does this bug Hubby.  It drives him up the wall.

But they still stare at the ‘Cool Chick’ (Hubby’s words once for a girl riding in a lifted truck) driving the Green Disco with 35” tires.

Oh yea!

Bring it on.

But now that must all end.

It’s hard for these words to come out of my mouth, but I’ve joined the ranks of the minivan clan.

Yes. We bought one.

(this photo is not of our Town and Country, this is courtesy of cyberspace, and ours is white.  We will be picking up our new wheels this weekend).

And strangely enough I’m so E.X.C.I.T.E.D.

Because of how cool it looks?

Um. No.  Really?  Compare the Green Disco to the Town and Country. 

It’s not because it looks so cool (although, ours does look pretty cool).  No way.

It’s because my kids no longer have to sit by each other when we’re driving.

Can you say F.R.E.E.D.O.M ???????

They don’t have to touch each other.  They don’t have to look at each other.  They don’t even have to acknowledge they’re in the same car.

No more screaming. Hitting.  Yelling.  Sticking feet in each other’s mouths.  Yes, this happens in my car.  I look back and somehow without  Bella knowing it her feet are in Scout’s face and her toes end up in his mouth while he’s screaming his head off slapping her head the best he can while strapped into his car seat that’s more like a seat in a space shuttle!  And since I can’t reach back far enough and slap them upside the head, we just have to let this sort of behavior happen.

But NOT.ANYMORE!

So, my cool factor may have just gone down a couple notches, but my sanity factor just raised about 10 notches – so I’m all over the minivan ownership!

Hey, this is what happens when you become a parent.

You see things differently.

Much differently!

NOW I NEED YOUR HELP!!!

We need to come up with a name for our new WHITE kid-mobile!  Me and Hubby name our cars (as well as most our material items). We’ve had the Green Disco, Red Rover, Purple Grape – but this one is proving difficult.  Every name I can think of for white is foofy and wimpy.  Cotton Ball.  Marshmallow.  We can’t have that!  Could you please help me come up with a cool name for my new wheels?

When we finally bring it home, I’ll take a photo in front of it and post it for you all to see although I’m sure I won’t look as cool as I do in front of the Green Disco!

*SIGH*

ps…Jerry Bean would have so enjoyed this new car.  He went almost everywhere with me.  It would have been a dream come true – a car with so many places to sit and sleep and oh, all that walking room for him!

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