Blogging is great, don’t get me wrong. The problem with it is the pressure to update your blog regularly (which I don’t) and have something either meaningful, interesting or funny to say can become a little overwhelming. Honestly, it can be a little much for a woman who takes her bra off to do near fucking impossible simple tasks like breathing lately. Enough whine. I know.
Right now I am sitting in a Safeway grocery store stealing their pretty damn snappy WiFi signal (and drinking decaf Starbucks, Stewart makes WAY better coffee at home. Starbucks although better then Tim Hortons is still a complete FAIL). Yes, I have WiFi at home but my car is in the dealership getting some work done and those cheap-asses do not provide complementary WiFi for their customers who just spent all kinds of ridiculous money on a new car.
Speaking of the car. Stewart and I finally had to say good-bye to our beloved GreenMachine (who in real life was known as LillyBubble Greatest Car Ever). The simple fact was that as far as having a family goes this car just was not practical for two kids (yes, I understand that a VW Beetle isn’t a “practical car” in any way shape or form, but hot damn I look cute in it). When using a rear facing car seat you lost one front seat entirely, which was fine with one child since someone could always sit in the back with the kid. With two children it meant no one could go with us anywhere for a year while the front passenger seat was being pushed into the dashboard to accommodate the rear facing car seat.
I am going to miss seeing children punch each other at the bus stop when I drive by.
I am going to miss little kids waving from their mini van windows.
I am going to miss having a car that is shaped EXACTLY like me right now.
Stewart in his infinite wisdom started pushing for a new car when I was pregnant with The Dictator. I won round one of the NO NEW CAR fight but conceded in round two. Do you want to know what is really cool? Stewart bought it for me. Never, in my life has ANYONE bought me a car before. Even as a teenager I bought my own cars (and lent them to my parents…) and I have almost always had a car payment to make (until I paid off the Beetle anyways). It is such a weird feeling to know that this new car is mine, and all I had to do was blow apart my vagina for it be the best girlfriend/Mom in the world for it. Heh.
So for four weeks I have been tooling around in this:
It is not a Van, technically it is a CAR people!
And DUDE I have rims and not hubcaps!
Do I feel like I sold out to the yuppie Mom side? Sure some days I do. In all seriousness though this car is the shiz-nit. Seats 6 in a pinch and gets better gas mileage then my VW ever did. It was the first car on our list to try out and although we initially wrote it off the list (we test drove one with a touchy gas pedal and cruddy wheels) we came back to it after finding too many problems with other vehicles. I really wanted a Volvo V50 Wagon (small back seat area but it was sexy as hell) and we almost bought a Jeep Patriot (like so close – I am thankful we walked away from it) but we also considered a Kia Rondo (uh NO), a Honda Fit (a little too small) and the Nissan Rogue (not our style).
Today when I went to the dealership I drove around looking for LillyBubble, but it appears she is off to a new home. I hope someone loves her as much as we both did (the day she was traded in there was tears from me, The Dictator and glassy teary eyes from manly Stewart). But, we have moved on and BlueSteel has been a very worthy replacement.
***edited to add***
WTF??? I sat for 3 hours (thank gawd for free WiFi) waiting for a 1.5 hour job to be done and when I get home I find out that the unit they installed is defective? Gah! Back again I go to get it fixed. Seriously I love this car, and I know the defective Mazda-recommended aftermarket part isn’t their fault but so far everything about this purchase has been a total gong show. And the idiot who installed the Home-link and self dimming mirror managed to add a rattle (which I think I fixed myself) to the front roof line of the car. So they have to deal with that too? Did I mention I had a squeaky shock in the back end and they need to replace the shocks as well? When I called them back I actually asked them to have someone who knew what he was doing deal with the car next time I came in because this was getting to be too much already.