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A Letter to My Cars

Dearest Honda and Sweet Prius,

I have a confession to make. After years of being faithful to you, I've found someone new. I am infatuated with Matt's Subaru Impreza STi. In fact, though it may be too soon to tell, I think I'm in love. I can't be with the STi forever - it would never work (since I'm only borrowing it) - so I plan on staying with you for the family. But from now on, every time I drive you, I won't be able to help thinking about the Subaru. I'm so sorry.

I don't know if it's the snazzy blue color that I can't seem to stay away from (like my brother's Audi S4) or the fact that it has a 6 gear manual transmission, Brembo brakes, firm suspension, and more than 300 hp, but something about it just makes me shiver.

I know that I'm right now addicted to the excitement of the speed and acceleration and that one day I would miss your warm, safe embrace of familiarity, but I will never feel the same way about you again. Honda, you have always been there for me, no matter what. You have been a welcome dose of normalcy through turbulent years of change. Prius, you are at once quirky and sensible, and your oddness is endearing. I will always hold a special place in my heart for everything you stand for and all you represent.

But neither of you are fast enough for me. Neither of you has suede racing seats. Neither of you have a throaty exhaust that tickles my ears as I accelerate away from stop lights. I can't count on you for the thrills I desperately need in my increasingly routine life.

I love you both and always will, though you're more like cherished friends after so many years. I finally have they keys to a car that makes me feel sexy. I want to get dressed up to drive the STi. It's just hotter than you... and I'm so sorry.

Sincerely,
Melissa

Back in Action

So we're home from what was an incredible visit to Colorado (hence the huge lapse in posts!) and these are a few of my favorite pictures from the trip. My brother and I together took over 600 pictures, so there are way too many to post here, but some 50 of them are going to end up on the baby website by the end of the day if you'd like to go check that out...

If you don't have the username and password, shoot me an email and I'll hook you up. They're cute pictures.

Later on, after I've finished uploading all the pictures to the baby page and updating that, I'll spend more time on this blog. I've got LOTS of catching up to do today around the house and whatnot, but things will settle down!

It's good to be home, but we miss family already!

Snail Storm

It "snailed" today. I don't know if it was really small hail where there was so much that it accumulated to 3 inches deep or if it was really big snow... either way, it was accompanied by thunder and lightning and it made me feel like I was dying of hypothermia.

That's right, I'm in Colorado... they have "winter" here, even in the spring. Probably should have brought a pair of shoes other than flip-flops.

It's supposed to stop shitting around and actually snow tomorrow - I'm so excited for Jack to play in it!

F*uck That!

Jack said "Fuck that" in the tub yesterday. Not really, but it sounded like it. He was making an "fffffffffffffffffffffffffff" sound because I had just rinsed his hair and he was clearing the water from his lips when I handed him a boat. (We've been working on throwing a ball, so when he does, usually he'll chuck it and then point at the ball and say, "uuuka AT!" which seems to mean "look at that"...) Well he took the boat from me and threw it into the water and and interrupted his "ffffffffff" with "Uuuuka AT!" Together it sounded very close to "ffffffffffffffffffffffffffffuck dat". It wasn't, but it made me roll on the floor laughing. Especially since he did it as he was throwing the obviously unawesome boat down.

Why not skip "Mama" and "Dada" and the ol' standards of baby talking? Why not move right into swearing? And why not start with the Granddaddy of swear words? Atta boy!