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Cars out the wazoo

As you might’ve read on Jbird’s blog, we have recently attained an impious amount of vehicles lately.  Why not add another to the collection?  Okay, he says.

This time it’s a 1977 Mercedes 300 SD Turbo Diesel (not that I know what all that mumbo jumbo means).  To my understanding, the thought of converting a car to run on vegetable oil really tripped his trigger. 

I guess he’s not too proud to drive around town leaving behind a Del Rancho-scented puff trail to mark his path.  Come to think of it, I’m pretty sure there’s a verse in the Bible about automobile greed.  I’m not sure where it is, but when I find it I’m gonna highlight the smack out of it and conveniently place it by my hubby’s pillow. 

Next up: OPERATION SELL CAR COLLECTION.  Wylder had to give the Saab one last final spin before putting it on the market. 

This black beauty will be missed by all.  I’m getting a ginormous lump in my throat just thinking about it.  Okay…now it’s gone.

As for the 1980 Mini Cooper, I’m still holding out for a pack of clowns and/or Mr. Bean to arrive immediately with large bag of cash.  Be praying.

I’m not even going to talk about the 1990 Toyota Camry.  It’s too much for my tiny emotions to handle.

Two days with Dana

Jason’s cousin, Dana, drove three hours to spend labor day weekend with none other than us ol’ Smiths. It was so fun getting to see her. It took Wylder no time to start loving on her and entertaining her with his new dance moves. Even though we see Dana about two or three times a year, she had never been to our hometown.

Now, Jason is trying to get her to buy his Metropolitan Scooter. (We have recently accumulated more vehicles than members of our family and there is something VERY wrong with that.) He thinks she’s the perfect candidate since she is single, fun, and only one mile to her workplace.

I think it was “all systems go” until Jason and Dana’s granny got wind of the idea. I think her threat to actually kill Jason if he made the deal might have put a damper on the process.

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Good news, eh?

Here is an email I just received…

Hi there,

I’m Sarah Boesveld, a reporter with The Globe and Mail, Canada’s national newspaper. I’m writing an article about how many parents are making their own pregnancy time lapse videos and posting them on YouTube - a kind of next wave of the ‘ultrasound as Facebook profile pic’ or as just another way to celebrate and share a pregnancy. I came across yours and was hoping you’d be keen to chat about it - why you filmed it, who you shared it with, why you posted it on YouTube, whether you watch it from time to time. I saw you posted it to promote your business SmittyBaby - would be great to hear more about that.

I’d love to connect at your earliest convenience before noon ET on Friday (my deadline). Would be great to do it by phone - I can be reached at the number below. Or I’m happy to call you if you can provide a number.

All the best and hope to hear from you,

Sarah Boesveld
Reporter, The Globe and Mail

I got to speak with Sarah and she interviewed me over the phone.  My understanding is that The Globe and Mail is to Canada as The New York Times is to the U.S.  Exciting, huh?

After all this time…

I finally found someone that truly enjoys my mouth trumpet.  In my thirty-one years on this earth, I would’ve never thought that someone would be this intrigued.  His eyes narrow, his mouth drops, he stares at me in awe.  He loves the soft, melodic vibrations of my upper and lower lip.  He’s not embarrassed.  He’s not annoyed. It’s almost as if he’s envious of this rare talent of mine.

I’ll give him about two more years.