>>Brent singing “Milkshake” by Kelis.
>>”I’m bilingual. I speak Anglo and Saxon…” (after Brent claimed he could speak French by using a hybrid of his crappy British and French accents)
>>Random kids at the park playing in the water. Especially the one kid who would stand over the fountains, waiting for the water to spring up from the concrete. As soon as one spout rose, he would attempt to hit and kick it. ![]()
>>Watching Top Gun…oh, the good days when Tom Cruise was still on meds.
>>Eating Milio’s pizza. Really good take-out pizza, and we got to eat it in the park.
Oh, and buying a car! Yep. The Ford is finally crapping out, and considering it would now qualify for collector’s plates (if it ran better and were in better condition!), it’s about time to go. The transmission is lurching, and it’s just not worth replacing the transmission on an ‘86 Ford Tempo! I mean, it’s the exact same car as you see in the opening intro for Seinfeld episodes! So, we’re upgrading…
…to a 1991 Dodge Dynasty. Yep. That’ll be luxury–it’s a whole 5 years newer than the Ford! And just a couple years older than the New Yorker! It’s got 52,000 miles on it, power locks and windows, never been outside in the winter, never in an accident, and in great condition. 29-30 mpg over-the-road, one owner. So we’re rounding out our small fleet of grandma cars. Fortunately, the bike rack should fit on the trunk without any problems. So welcome to the family, Dynasty. It’s a helluva lot cheaper than getting a new car. We’ll have it paid off by just signing a check…
So we’ll be meeting up with my parents this weekend at my aunt’s house to get the “new” car, since they’ll be heading this way for my cousin’s grad party and can bring the car. Mom made sure they talked to the owner and sealed the deal tonight because she’s seen too many good cars disappear between dad’s 27th visit and test drive and the 28th trip to the dealership with the checkbook!
I’ll have to post pictures when we get it. hehehe!
Spokes and rims…
Chris and Shad took me out today for some more freshman hazing, aka mountain biking at their speed. About 1.5 miles into the trail, I found myself hopelessly winded. Oh well…can’t get better unless I push the envelope every day. I must have…