A New Era

Isn't she lovely?

It's 2005 and I have a baby in my arms and a baby in my belly.  I desperately wanted a brand new minivan....it has automatic doors!!!  We went to the dealership and 8 hours later left with a prize.  Because of the automatic doors and gadgets, I started getting paranoid now that it is 6 (almost 7) years old.  Soon those gadgets are going to break...how much will that cost me?!  Carmax gave me exactly what I wanted for my trusty ride and I decided it was time for her to go.  After all that we had been through we had come to the end of our road.  As I cleaned it out (the Stow N'go) I found all sorts of memories.  Toys we obtained at various places and trips, our dog's leash (RIP Lilo), a Dsi game, broken crayons, etc. all of these oddly brought tears to my eyes.  This is a machine, not a pet!  I needed to let it go.  So with great sadness I say to my old friend, farewell.  You were good to our little family, and the times we had in it were comforting.

Loved the big back windows!

Good times in the front seat.

Who Needs the Fancy?

Fatso.  My foot is there so you can see the fatness we are dealing with here.

A lot of people are crazy about their pets.  I am a dog lover, but my Mother keeps cats and dogs at her house.  Her inside cat, Fatso, is on the plump side and is a bit spoiled.  He always has a plush cat bed, and drinks out of a running water cat bowl.  One day Fatso found that he likes to lay on a box instead of his bed. The plush bed is gone and when the box gets worn my Mom has to buy something that will come in a good "bed" box for Fatso.  Who needs the plush temperpedic bed?  Not Fatso.  It's the simple things that are comforting.  Let's hope that the next box will contain something for me!

Not comfy

Comfy

Dominican Republic (Not USA)

My travel buddy

When one of my oldest friends called me eight months ago and asked if I wanted to go on a vacation with her and her family to the Dominican Republic my response was "YES PLEASE!"  The D.R. is what I imagine Hawaii would be like if it weren't a part of the U.S.  The resorts were beautiful and full of happy employees ready to pour coffee in the morning, but the surrounding areas were very poor.  Even the "nice" towns weren't nice according to me.  It made me a little sad to think that my dogs have a better life than some of the Dominicans, but that isn't fair considering they have better lives than some of the royals.  With this being said the Dominicans were some of the most happy people I have come in contact with in my life!  Why are the poor, Dominicans so happy and Americans are always stressed or depressed about something?  I will admit I am guilty.  I will say I came out of this trip relaxed and ready to live a happy life.  Being happy in a clean country is comforting!

We are OLD friends!

Sweet, happy D.R. children

My house is across from the school....so is this house.