Car Shopping, Blisters, Graves, Oh My!


I don’t think I’ve mentioned this tidbit of information on here but Juice’s old beat up commuter car has died.  Died enough that we just don’t want to fix it.

Yay new car!

Boo car shopping.

Someone I know knew someone who knew someone who knew someone that had a Pontiac Firebird for sale.  Juice’s eyes gleamed when I mentioned that.  Apparently, when he was a little boy, he had a matchbox car of that car.  It was (for him) the coolest car ever and he wanted to have one when he was older.

After he told me that, we had to go look at it!  So we trucked the kids out around the beltway and looked at the car.  Eh.  We thought it would be in better condition than it was.  PLUS, it only had 2 seats in the back so there was no way we would ever be able to fit everyone in our family in it.  Juice said that it’s just not practical right now.  And when we are old and have tons of money to spare, we’ll buy a newer version of it and drive it on the weekends or something.

So we’re still in the market for some kind of car.

Have I mentioned that we have a community garden plot this year?  No?  Well, I haven’t been the best blogger lately.  Too much going on…

Oh right.  Community garden.  We took the kids out there tonight to see what the whole things was about.  It’s behind a play ground and next to a very old and very charming graveyard.  We dug rocks and sod clumps out of the newly turned grass field.  Juice got a blister.  We are trying to figure out how to keep these kids from running all over everyone else’s garden.  The play ground is too far away (and behind a big clump of trees) for me to feel safe in just sending them over there.  I was thinking of some string and all these sea shells we have from the beach last year so the string would be visible.

We did a lot of planning on where things were going to go.  (I REALLY hope I got the right plot!)  We still kind of have no idea what to plant.  What’s easy to grow?  Butterfly wants to plant strawberries and sunflowers.  The boys want anything we say.  I’d love to plant a bunch of herbs, cucumbers, and Juice wants peppers and peas.

After we were done with our (hopefully right) plot, we took a walk in the charming graveyard it’s next to.  The graveyard is hidden in an old forest.  We spent a lot of time walking from grave to grave between the trees.  The ground flowers were blooming all tiny white and yellow and purple.  The earliest grave there was in the 1930s, and 2008 was the newest one we noticed.

Everyone had baths and will sleep well tonight!


Car Quirks


This week Juice has a class in Baltimore for some kind of training. He leaves early, gets home after the kids are in bed, and it’s tiring. He also took my car because his car is, well, old. Decrepit. A joy to drive, let me tell you.

Lucky for us (or unlucky…you decide) all 3 car seats fit in the back seat. So Juice had my van, and I had his car.

And his car is…quirky.

The back door on the passenger side doesn’t open from the outside. Ever. I’m sure it could if I wanted it too, but it doesn’t.

There is no radio due to the fact that there is no antenna. Stupid kids in our neighborhood broke it off several years ago. We’ve never replaced it.

The windshield wipers work, as long as there is no need to turn on the blinker. If it’s raining (like it did today) and you need to turn (like I did today) the windshield wipers do not work. They will quit mid-wipe. They won’t turn back on after the blinker is off either…you have to coax them into working again.

For a car that is 25 years old, I think this is a relatively short list!