You see, I'm a little cynical (I guess a nicer way to say this is cautious but whatev) about just what exactly makes my car safe. Fortunately, this is referring to my old car. The one about which my mechanic said, "I think you would have at least another year in this one." HA! Yeah right. But thanks anyway. That car has given me enough strife, and scares, and debt. Goodbye '99 Honda Accord. You were so good to me. And I am now so done with you.
I am the proud, and in debt, and in-awe owner of a brand-spankin' new (4-door....I can't even imagine only having 2-doors) Honda Civic. Atomic blue metallic, if you must know. At first I was a little blinded by how bright it was, since the cute little color square in the cute little book didn't really truly depict how bluey the blue really is.
So the outside is all cute but the real kicker? The aux connection inside so I can pump up my iPod jams. No longer will I have 2 cute little white speakers behind my head. They served me well while I had them, but I have no use for them anymore. Wow, if the old car and the old speakers had feelings, I'd be a real jerk. Anyway, I literally cried out of excitement when I first connected the iPod to the stereo. My wonderful father was in the passenger seat when it happened and we were laughing and crying and I can't imagine a more beautiful christening of the awesome iPod connection.
So I've had the car for almost 2 weeks now and it has NOT gotten old. The new car smell is starting to disappear and I actually don't think I mind. I thought that I loved the new car smell, and don't get me wrong, I do, but if I could switcheroo new tennis ball smell in there, I'd do it in a heartbeat. I'm pretty sure I like that smell better. Oh man, the first burst of tennis ball smell when you crack open of can of tennis balls? HEAVENLY. You'd think that alone would have inspired me to play tennis. But no. I'm actually quite bad at it. Plus, if I took up tennis I'd probably just stand there in a really cute stylish tennis skirt, hoarding all the tennis balls and smell them all. So, after further analysis, maybe it's just better that I took up basketball instead. Basketballs don't smell very good. They're just good for getting into the basket. But NEW SNEAKERS? Thank goodness I run. Also, they have running skirts. Of which I own at least 3, maybe 4. I can't remember...but I'll be bustin' them out soon! WEEEEeeeeee!!
I keep thinking about that night when I was headed back from bible study and the ball joint decided to just break, and in turn the tire axle broke. If I hadn't carpooled with those great ladies, I would have been on 95, by myself, going at least 30 miles an hour faster, probably in one of the middle lanes and probably surrounded by other cars going the same speed. I am so thankful that God wants me around for longer. I really like my life and the people in my life a lot:) I don't mean to be extreme, but I've been thinking a lot about the possible outcomes of that night!
I don't have a ton to say about the car, other than I love it, I'm thankful for it, and I'm thinking about names. I was thinking naming it after my car salesman since, although he was overly excited and in my face and uber enthusiastic, Jeffrita is a fun name. Frita for short? But then I think that's stupid, and I'm just not good at this name thing. Any help would be lovely:)
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