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Friday, September 25, 2009

Rhonda the Honda

My husband is gone on a motorcycle run. Baby Girl is at Grandma's, Again. I took Little Man and his best friend to get burgers for dinner tonight. While eating, his bf asked how many car wrecks have I had. I probably should have shaded the truth some, but I didn't. I honestly can't remember the number of wrecks I've had. Dad G gave me a brand new, black Dodge Daytona for my 16th birthday. I guess my first wreck was not long after that. I was on a road, it turned and I didn't. I raced straight through a barbwire fence barely missing sleeping cows. You can only imagine what my car looked like afterwards.

Wanting to spread the love, I wrecked Dad's (G) car too during my first semester in college. It was a beautiful day. I remember, I had the windows down, good music blaring and then BAM, I ate the back end of a vintage Volkswagen Bug. Did I mention, it was my college professor's car, I had just left his class. His whole bumper came off, it wasn't pretty nor was my grade at the end of the semester.

Although not technically a car wreck, I shorted out the electrical system in my Daytona by using the ashtray as a piggy bank. While on the cruise strip with my best friend riding shotgun, the radio would start scanning when we'd hit a bump in the road. To stop it on the desired song, she'd have to open the car door and give it a good slam shut. Yes, she would continually have to open and shut the door every time I hit a bump or if a bad song came on the radio. It's a miracle she never fell out.

When dating my husband in high school, he refused to ride in my car because he couldn't see the floorboard from all the trash, clothes and stuff. I practically had to take my shoes off to ride in his car, a restored Plymouth Duster. It was a nice muscle car and made great background prom pics.

Oh, I forgot to mention, Dad G leased the Daytona. Mom says she'd given anything to have seen the faces of the people at the dealership when he pulled up to turn in my poor car.

My next ride was a Honda Civic, lovingly referred to as Rhonda the Honda. Dad M brought her to me after a few weeks away in college. Rhonda was a repo Dad M bought from the credit union. She was in "like new" condition when I got her but that didn't last long. Although now I don't remember all the mishaps, by the time I was done with her she had been hit from all sides. Okay, I usually was to blame, but there was this one time when it wasn't my fault. I wasn't even in the car. My roommate and I were hanging out one afternoon watching a Stephen Stegal movie when we heard a crash come from the street. Looking out the window, we saw someone had rammed into the back of Rhonda the Honda. She was a young mother who had turned away for a split second to tend to her baby in the backseat. She was so upset, I felt sorry for her. The wreck didn't really bother me. I got fishing wire and tied my bumper back on, good as new, sorta.

Again, not a wreck but after a long night of studying in college, a friend of mine came by my house to check that I was up for class. When I opened the door, he said he didn't think I was home because my car wasn't in the driveway. I argued that it was not knowing how he could have missed her. Rounding the corner, sure enough, she wasn't there. Half dead from studying all night, I wasn't sure what to do. I called Dad G and said, "I think someone has stolen Rhonda the Honda." Between laughs he told me "No one would steal that car and advised me to go check around the neighborhood." What the heck! Is he serious, check the neighborhood! He thinks I left her somewhere and don't remember. Giving up on him, I called my mom. She laughed even harder and said, "No one would want that car!" Finally, I called the police.

I guess, word was spreading around campus because by the time the cop showed, a couple of friends had come over. As I described her to the cop, "She's a gray Honda Civic with a green KD tag on the front. She's got a cracked windshield, has been hit from every side and fishing wire is holding up the back bumper." As I was finishing my detailed description to the cop, my fraternity big brother had arrived for moral support. Being the observant guy that he is, he pointed out a car sitting far off in the distance in the field across from my house. He asked, "Isn't that your car?" Looking at the police report, the cop said matter-of-factly, "Fits the description." Okay, either someone played a really good joke on me (no one ever fessed up) or I left her out of gear, she rolled across the street, steered perfectly between a utility pole and it's grounding wire with only a few inches to spare and came to a rest in the middle of a field across from my house. The cop let me keep the police report as a souvenir.

Intrigued, the boys asked me whatever happened to Rhonda the Honda. I explained the importance of motor oil and what happens when it runs out. Dad G and Mi Mi were with me when she left us on the side of the road in the middle of nowhere. Dad called a local mechanic who observed smoke and water coming out of the tailpipe as I tried to start the engine. I know it's not funny, but then again it is. The mechanic had a hair lip and while watching smoke and water pour out the back he said, "Tat not uh goot tign!" We still laugh about Rhonda the Honda and the hair lip car mechanic. He was really sweet, good at his job and resurrected my poor Rhonda the Honda.

I eventually sold her for $800.00 to a retired couple who drove a Winnebago. Rhonda the Honda is probably still on the road somewhere between here and Abilene, Texas. Who knows, maybe you've passed her on the highway.

The boys were entertained but I'm not sure it was the best lesson of care and responsibility. Lord help me when they get their driver's license!

Saturday, September 12, 2009

After reading writtenwordlover's post about a survey she took on facebook, I decided to try it. It was the one, What book of the bible are you? It said she was the book Numbers. She wasn't thrilled with her result, not exciting enough. It said I'm Ecclesiastes. Here's its reasons why;

You're a hardheaded realist burned once too often by the flaws of others and the emptiness of what society calls "success." Your wisdom comes from the school of hard knocks, which makes you a great advisor. You can't stand fake sunniness and social climbing; you're true, even if you're a little blue. Your eyes are clear, so without denying the reality of evil, make sure you also look at the goodness that's taking place around you.

Sounds like I'm depressed, maybe so.

Thursday, September 10, 2009

Busy Again

Forgive me, it's been over a month since my last post. Seriously, I've always wanted to go to confession. I'm not Catholic but I did go to mass a few weeks ago. It was cool, just not my thing.

This past month has been crazy. Summer left without warning. I really thought we had more time, until we didn't. Although I couldn't be there because of work, the kids started school a couple of weeks ago. So far so good. Baby Girl loves the 1st grade but is not at all happy about homework. Suggested by her mother, Babygirl joined a soccer team. They are the Strikers. I know nothing about the sport but she's having a blast. It's pretty time consuming with practice every Tuesday and Thursday and games on Saturdays. Their first game is this week. I also gave permission and even encouraged her to join the Girl Scouts. She is extremely excited about camping out next month. Hubby and I are excited that the meetings take place at the school (after school) so we don't have to drive her anywhere. Hubby reminds me daily how I broke the 1 activity at a time rule.

After the first week of school, Babygirl shared a "secret" with me at bedtime about some friends in her class. Okay, stay with me . . . this gets complicated. She said that her friend Reece likes her new friend Kinsey. She clarified that Kinsey only likes Reece as her friend but Reece wants to be her boyfriend. Giggling she went on to say that Reece does whatever Kinsey says, EVEN when he doesn't want to. Wow, it starts early doesn't it! Anyway, she then said that her brother, Little Man, and his friend keep making fun of her saying that Davis (a boy in her class) is her "boyfriend". She promises me that she only likes Davis as a friend, not a boyfriend. Off the subject, I mention that we might have one last pool party before it gets cold, who would she want to invite. Guess who was numero uno?

DAVIS! (Hmmmm, could it be love at the age of 6 years old). I'm friends with Davis' mom and of course told her all about our talk. We decide they're a perfect match! Our work is done, it's arranged, they will wed, date tba. Isn't he a cutie!

I've stopped going to church and decided to fly solo for a while. My friend advised me to be still and quiet to hear God's voice. Okay, I'm not so good in that department so I'm taking meditation classes to become better at still and quiet. I'm really enjoying trying to meditate. When going to my last class, Babygirl asked where I was going? I said meditation classes. She asked me why and I said to find peace. Her face lit up as she said she knows how to find peace. Her directions to me were to sit criss-cross applesauce, fold my hands in prayer and say OMMMMM, OMMMMM over and over. Little Man's advice for peace was to read a book. They're better than Dr. Phil.

The other day at home Baby Girl asked, "When are we going to go to church?" I said, "I think we'll have church right here." Puzzled, she looked around the house and asked, "You mean, everyone's coming here for church?" Now that had me laughing out loud.

Little Man has had a pretty exciting start to 4th grade. He was asked by the counselor to be a member of the Bucket Club. It's a group that meets every Friday before school to discuss problems, concerns and ideas left anonymously by fellow students. These messages are put in a bucket located in the school and are discussed every Friday, thus they are the bucket club. Cool idea!

A couple of weeks ago Little Man came home from school wanting to run for Student Council. I wasn't excited about the idea knowing how these things usually go to the popular kids. I, of course, didn't tell him no but warned him how school elections are more like popularity contests. How's that for adult insecurity? It didn't phase him, thank goodness. Writtenwordlover's hubby gave us a great slogan, "Chase your fears, Fleming is here." Hubby put it on a t-shirt that he wore the day of the election.

He had a wonderfully talented professional write an amazingly, persuasive campaign speech, wonder who that is? This same talent was planning an ambush to knock out each and every student who didn't vote for said candidate. The votes were cast and Little Man WON! He's one of this year's 4th grade representative. Grandparents came over to celebrate the victory with pizza, cake, and a congrats balloon and card. It's not every day you win an election! He had his first council meeting today and loved it. He told me all about their discussions and getting to vote by saying "I" and "Nay". Little Man has also joined a bowling league, something he's been hounding me about all summer long. He's on a team of 3 and bowls every Saturday. I guess hubby and I will have to take turns going to his bowling and Babygirls soccer games.

I've discovered facebook over the past month. It's dangerously time-consuming but tons of fun. My sister and neice came to visit over Labor Day Weekend. We had so much fun. Check out the pics.