Yes, I said "Sweet Chariot"....

Someone is coming to drive my car home tonight. Her car, actually. She bought in Monday night, the same night we brought home our new (friggin' sweet!) ride. It's funny, because although I've bitched and moaned a fair bit about this car, the truth is that it was the best car I've ever owned.

Perhaps it was because I bought it on my own, after a nasty split from my first love. Maybe it was because it marked a whole new beginning for me, and that I was finally in the driver's seat in every way and didn't need to worry about towing around an extra 165 pounds of dead weight.


It also helped me pursue the makeup bit in that it could store a director's chair and 4 bags of makeup. It got me to Florida safely, caravaning behind my stepdad who had come to rescue me. It was great on gas. It was fun to drive. It was power everything.

It was mine.

Seven years later my life is so different. Husband, children, home, hearth. The car has been like a reliable old friend, one who would show up at any hour if I needed her. We took our first child home in that car, the ride a mother never forgets. She's shuttled us around on long Sunday drives with coffee stops and sippy cups and baby bottles and potty breaks. She's taken a beating with stains of every nature and a few bumps here and there.

So yes, she's a car. And out with the old and in with the new, right?

I guess so.

Adieu, sweet chariot. Thanks for the ride.

Loving This

UM.

Susan Powter has posted my video (below) to HER blog.

I know.

Me and Susan P

You probably should read the previous post if you haven't been here in a few days. Major happs.

That said, this could be one of the most horrifyingly funny and embarassing things ever. Just because. I think you'll understand.

Disclaimer: overuse of the words 'apparently' and 'SP!' was completely out of my control. I was high on the power of the Powter.

ps, Jared/Mower slide is completely out of order. It's supposed to be at the end of the video, but you'll notice that the music of the mower blesses the entire video.

Houston, We Have A Stalker

Most of you know that I read Susan Powter's blog. Obsessively. She's kinda crazy, too. Extreme. Intense. Self-indulgent.

But there is something about the blog that I just can't resist. It's all her craziness mixed up with good solid information about whole foods, or perhaps it's her nonstop makeup smudging. I don't know. I find her funny and irreverent. But not funny, belly laugh funny. I find her funny because I watch a ridiculous vlog and then can't wait to send it to my friends so they can laugh with me.

But, I'm getting away from the gestalt of this blog, today.

She called me. At home. On my phone. And we talked. (We=she talked. I listened and peppered in some stupid crap when I felt like I should have been participating).

And I videotaped it. My phone call with Crazy Susan Powter. So stay tuned.

(Dude, come on. I need to edit so I don't look like a complete asshat). But, I guess once you blog about a colonoscopy, a Susan Powter phone conference is child's play.