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My life would suck without you.


I know, I know... I have been very delinquent in my writings. I can use the old excuse that I have been too busy, which I do, but really I think the problem lies within the fact that I am never home! I find myself on the road travelling to and fro and if I could simply dictate my thoughts and have them delivered here to you, you would be up-to-date on my goings on. Which, let me tell you, really are not all that exciting. And on second thought, if I were to dictate while driving you may get more than you bargained for, hearing exactly how un-classy this mouth of mine is. Believe me, I can throw it down with the best of 'em!

Speaking of driving... Here is what has inspired me to get back at these keys and give you something to read. For those of you who know me, you know that I have been driving what I have referred to as a "Clown Car" for the past 8 months. A car, that while sitting in, I felt like a giant, all 5 foot 3 inches of me was crammed into this little beast.

I think my sister, Harmony, may recall a certain incident in the driveway on December 31st 2012, where we all (by all I mean, Harmony, Gus (#1 Son), Ethan (1 of my 2 Favourite Nephews), Rocco (20lb Wonder Dog) and myself) tried to take a drive to Orangeville with Harmony's suitcase, my overnight bag, ok - it isn't the smallest, but sure as heck isn't a full sized suitcase, and 2 backpacks.

Let me tell you, Harmony heard her share of colourful language, while my boys watched in horror as their Mom/Auntie; respectively, threw the biggest adult temper tantrum ever. Suitcases were flying, Eff bombs were flying, it was all hanging loose right there on old Church Crescent for all to see. It was a spectacle to watch me wrangle our personal belongings and children to get us to Orangeville.

Let's just sum it up by saying, the boys each sat with some sort of case of alcoholic beverage on their lap while a dog sat atop a backpack between them. Inappropriate? Yes, probably. Necessary? Sadly, yes.

I suffered through 5 more months with my minuscule wee vehicle, right through hockey season, where I wrestled with Hockey bags and battled snowy roads. And I thought I might be ok. I thought I might make it in my little car. That was until soccer season hit. When I went to put my most loved soccer chair into the car... and it didn't fit!!! WHAT THE HECK!? It is a fold up chair. I either had to put the seats down, slide it in the backseat or angle it in just so to the back and listen to it rattle against the window while driving.

This was pushing me precariously close to my breaking point, but I was battling through it…. For a couple of weeks. Then one sunny afternoon, Gus & I decided that I had neglected the little Nissan for long enough, we were going to give the stupid thing a thorough cleaning. During which time, I nearly managed to concuss myself multiple times while trying to maneuver the vacuum around the car. That was it! Gus and I packed up and headed to Hanover Chrysler Dodge Jeep, I was feeling a need to be reunite with my true love… JEEP.

My favourite car salesman EVER, Mitchell Fletcher, had to do a bit of work, but he did it, he got me out of the Nissan and into a beautiful, dark silver, JEEP Wrangler Sahara Unlimited. She is truly a thing of beauty.

I was stupid for telling the Jeep goodbye. Maybe I was wrong to trade her in. I know I have issues.  But that trade in was pretty messed up too. Either way I found out I am nothing without you…
Cause we belong together now!

I am completely head over heels in love with my Jeep. She is so pretty and she looks absolutely FAB in my driveway.

Forever united here. You got a piece of me. My life would suck without you.

I love you Jeep. 

Comments

  1. Anonymous27 June 2013 at 10:29

    LOVE that colour and as far as salesmen go... good pick girl! Mitch is awesome :)
    Welcome back to JEEP!
    Completely agree... LOVE LOVE LOVE my jeep!!!

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    1. Tasha28 June 2013 at 05:42

      Once a Jeep girl, always a Jeep girl!!! ;)

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  2. Unknown28 June 2013 at 05:25

    The cute kid at the service counter is pretty awesome too :O)

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  3. Tasha28 June 2013 at 05:43

    Must be a Moorey! :) I will have to say hello next time I am in!!

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  4. harmony28 June 2013 at 17:20

    haha, It was like a scene out of the circus! I never thought that we (you and i) would be too big for a car! ;)

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