I used to *talk * to cars. I used to pretend I was the Queen of all cars, and when they met me on the roads, they’d pay homage.
Yes, I was a lonely only child.
omigawd! How 60’s can you get? I had those stickers all over my bedroom furnature, and my mom copied them for the Volvo Flowers
I still talk to my car. And my cats. And my coffeemaker. And the hair dryer, if it gives me a problem. And most of my furniture, and my keys when they get persnickety about fitting into locks and the television remote (usually “Hey, remote, where are you?”)
Can someone tell me more about the Sweet Adelines? I miss being in a chorus and would definitely be interested in joining once I move to Minnesota.
my first car was my sister’s '80 VW Jetta. My dad refused to teach me manual transmission (he was all ready none to happy I had a license at all) so one of his friends did. My ex-bf named it Jenny. I drove that car into the ground. Long story that ends up wiht me ignoring the oil warning light and seizing the engine.
Then I drove my mom’s '77 Chevy Nova - 8 cyl, RWD, gas guzzling, dark orange colored monster I had named Rusty Pumpkin. If it had 8 inches ground clearance that was a lot (well, perhaps I exaggerate, but you get the idea) That one died a slow death.
Then I got a used '88 Ford Taurus, that I had to put a lot of work into, but after that it ran like a dream. Then in '99, I decided it was time for my first new car. So because it was the end of the sales year, I got a very good deal on a '99 Taurus. I have a short commute so I barely put 10K miles a year. But it’s a good car. And I’ll probably drive this one into the ground Unless I suddenly come into a sheetload of money.
Oh you will LOOOOVE it
here is a list of MN chapters.
What can I say? It’s fun. There’s a lot of work, but a lot of commraderie. And you get to wear glitzy costumes. Email me (from my profile) with any specific questions. I’ll be happy to answer them.
Drae -I was hoping that roomie wouldn’t be nice or of good family…that is always so boring!
I think in addition to the Pact you have made, that you should agree when an unwanted person calls (like a soon to be ex, your mother or similiar), the roomie should turn her back on you and state into the phone, “Nope, I don’t see her” to CYA.
Worked for me and my roomies in college, I tells ya…
I am being bad and not doing my app to grad school. Must do so after lunch.
Maybe I should name my car? I talk to it all the time (these mechanical slaves need lots of direction), but I have never named it. It’s a black station wagon with gray interior, sun roof.
Maybe Mariah…heh.
Drae -I was hoping that roomie wouldn’t be nice or of good family…that is always so boring!
I think in addition to the Pact you have made, that you should agree when an unwanted person calls (like a soon to be ex, your mother or similiar), the roomie should turn her back on you and state into the phone, “Nope, I don’t see her” to CYA.
Worked for me and my roomies in college, I tells ya…
I am being bad and not doing my app to grad school. Must do so after lunch.
Maybe I should name my car? I talk to it all the time (these mechanical slaves need lots of direction), but I have never named it. It’s a black station wagon with gray interior, sun roof.
Maybe Mariah…heh.
oops!
Could someone fix that? (do mods ever come into MMP?)
I don’t think the CYA is necessary–we lie to save each other all the time. 
I got a call from her last week saying “I called in sick today, and if you happen to talk to my brother, tell him I’m coughing up a storm.” And she once backed me up on a highly improbable story (that could be true because these kinds of things happen to me) involving a tiki torch and the sudden disappearance of half my hair just so my mother wouldn’t find out I’d cut it off myself while sleepwalking and send me to some sort of dream clinic for the deranged.
I think it might be like the Grinch. Their little hearts would swell to six times normal size from all the love, manners and good natured fun. Then they would go shooting down the mountain with their dog flinging presents and food. Then they would all quit moding and we’d be screwed, so hush.
*Are * there any mods that participate in the MMP, ever, or regularly?
I think Lynn Bodoni showed up once or twice, long ago…
Face it, we’re that boring and uncontroversial.
Thanks for the info. Your profile says your email’s not available. Email me and then I’ll email you. 
I am shocked shocked shocked I tell you! That meeting I went to was actually a very good and informative thing. Everyone enjoyed my talk and asked lots of questions. I got a lot of great feedback from folks telling me my presentation was well done and made sense. I made sense! Whoda thunk it! Lunch was from Chick Fil*A which was ok. Hey, I don’t complain about free lunch. Never complain about free lunch is my motto.
welby, see, the jacket is no longer in my possession. It has now gone into the Room Where All The Auction Stuff Is Stored. The RWATASIS is hallowed ground upon which noone but the Keeper Of The Auction Stuff may enter. I am not the KOTAS, so I may not enter. So, you’ll just have to take my word for it on the jakeiness of the jacket.
You say that like it’s a bad thing. I, for one, am glad to lie low. If I want to flame, I’ll attend a pitting, thanks very much.
Guess what? It’s raining! Isn’t that just a huge change from the last, oh, I don’t know, 28 freakin’ days? Seattle got a brief reprieve on Sunday, but technically, it did rain here in Puyallup, so I’ve gone 29 or 30 days with rain now. Blech! I think I’m turning moldy or rusty.
My first car was a sorta of limey, sorta metallic green 1967 Ford XL. (A fancy Galaxie as far as I can make out). That thing had a 390 engine in it and could really go. Unfortunately, some dumbass lady rear-ended me and my car was totaled. I had to drive it around until I could afford to buy another car. That’s what I did with my first two months of salary after going to work on Ft Lewis. I bought a 78 Mustang Ghia. Yes, it was a “girl” car. A little four-cylinder, four speed, car. It was white, with a red half top, and red interior. It was definitely girly, and definitely gutless. I finally got rid of that thing too. I had fun with it, but it sure couldn’t race or anything.
That’s your opinion. I think it’s bad enough that the other end has a mouth. If the beaver talked, I’d never get any rest.
I named my first car also. It was a 1970 Chevelle, and it cost my dad $50 to buy and have towed home. We then spent four months rebuilding the engine, transmission, drive train, body and floor. I paid for all the parts/materials, insurance, gas, and had to be there with my dad as he did work on it. I thought it was a fair deal. All of my other friends in HS shared a car with siblings or borrowed their folks’s car - I wa the only one of my group that had his own car.
And mika, Yea For You And Your SEWING Projects!!!
I’m watching the non-liftoff of the Pluto probe today. T-4 minutes and holding. It keeps getting puched back because it’s a blustery day at the Cape.
I’ll let it go this time. . . but next time you’re in HOT water young man!
Speaking of hot water, we made an interesting discovery on Sunday night–there is only enough hot water at any given time to fill the bathtub once. Then I waited an hour and a half and tried again–ran out halfway. That tub is deep. I’m still waiting for the opportunity to take a luxurious bath 'cause I told Roomie she could take a nice relaxing bath first, while I organized the pantry. Then I get no bath. 
Maybe I’ll do that tonight.
I went to Target at lunch, naturally. It’s like a compulsion, these days. Do I have ten extra minutes on my hands? I’d better get to Target. I got a mirror for my bedroom (one of three things that were always on the list for any shopping excursion this weekend yet never got purchased), ice cube trays, tupperware (which we discovered a need for last night when I overdid it with the pasta), a space heater for my bedroom (with a timer on it so I can make my room warm before I go up to bed–I suppose I could accomplish that by simply taking a trip upstairs an hour or so before bedtime, but it’s got a timer and a remote control!!), toilet paper, and the second season of Lois and Clark on DVD, because I happened to walk past it and couldn’t not buy it.
Total for this trip: $127.46.
I swear, I think you’re me. You must be me.
And thank you, Sean! Wow, what a pretty color!