Meeting Loretta...

She's a beaut and she is all mine. I love her down to her very last inch and cannot wait to show her off to EVERY SINGLE PERSON I KNOW. So if i know you, you should invite me somewhere, and then I will show up with Loretta and things will be grand!

Lovely lovely Loretta...

It is hard to tell, because I take pictures at night, but she is really a lighter blue than this.

The amazing Robert Kibbe- who did someone a amazing work both finding and  bargaining for this car has promised to remove the dealer sticker for me!

I love her, you should met her. Yes so so much!

I located that charger, now you can locate cuties!

My car hit 150,000 miles on my way to Grandpa Johnson's

Laura and her (and mine) nephew Charley!

The lovely Family (reach for it Charley, reach!)

Charley and I chillin at Em's 4th birthday (thank you Greg for capturing this)

Emily turns 4!

Ice and OCD: America's new epidemic

Let me just say I love kicking sludge off cars. Like if it were socially acceptable I would spend my weekends roaming around parking lots kicking sludge off of all the cars I could find. Seriously. It is like a dream of mine. The only thing that truly stops me are car alarms and footwear. I don't want to accidentally start any car alarms, and although I have spent a good portion of this winter trotting around in my fake ugg boots water still seeps through on occasion. Nothing is a buzz kill like wet socks.
Because of my little obsession you can easily imagine that getting to kick off sludge and ice from my car is one of the hi-lights of my winter season.
And. You. Would. Be. Right.
I also pretty much love when you can slip a huge chunk of ice off of a car! It really is the little things people, it really is. So Wednesday morning when Central Iowa was blessed with an ice storm I got beyond excited. My car was completed coated, but it really wasn't very difficult to scrap off enough for me to safely drive to work, I wanted to spend more time scraping away but sadly I also have an obsession with being on time for work, so I had to limit my fun.
But after work. Oh after work! It was like perfect. The car still pretty much coated, the rain had stopped, and it was warm enough outside to be comfortable combined with the fact I had no where to go but home. I spent far, far to long breaking and scrapping all the ice I could possibly reach off my car. Seriously not going to lie, a total hi-light of my week!
Sadly this is where my OCD kicks in, I could spend hours scrapping off ice, I mean HOURS. I want all the ice to go away. All of it. Which is mostly unreasonable. Plus rationally, I know it isn't going to matter if I have that little chunk from the roof or not, but man, oh man, would I like to get it off. It is one of those little things that people who have lived with me notice, like they know if we take my car someplace we don't drive until all the windshield and side and back windows have been cleared. ALL. The. Way. I never have been able to understand the people who just drive with the tiny little circle in front of the driver cleared off. How can they possibility stand that? Not only do I want to kick the sludge off theirs cars I want to scrap their windows too!
This is the cross I must bear, the need to clear off every ones cars.....

So it turns out I am bad at this....

I have been flaking my blogging lately. Which sucks, I know you miss me. But remember twitter- we will always have twitter. Which mostly means: Lynne you are lazy, and you have a neat-o little app on your phone that spell checks and everything (not that I remember to use it that often), plus it has a totally cute name that everyone gets to see- twitterberry- how can you not love that? But sadly 140 characters does put a damping on my clearly superior story telling abilities. For instance Sunday- Sunday was a beautiful day, I even decided to roll down my window, it was so nice out. This is sorta where things turned for the worst. My window decided that it did NOT want to roll up, right, hmmm, sorta an issue. This became an ever increasing issue due to the fact I was just outside of Ames and still had approximately 90 miles to drive, oh and it was starting to get cold out. So I am tired, driving, it is so freaking loud, I am getting cold. And what? I still have an hour plus to drive???????? Please- it totally sucked. Not to mention I drive by all of des moines waste on my way home. I have never noticed a smell before, but than again, I am generally not driving 65 miles per/hour with one of my windows all the way down. Finally I get home from Ames to good old Pella- I got to grab my coat and warm up! yay! but the window was still down, so I grab all my tools- which mostly consist of multiple screwdrivers and all the stuff that come attached to your disassembled bookcase or desk. This is the part where I get pretty impressed with myself. I was able to take apart the correct part of the door, and look at all the wires and thingies inside (yes I said thingies). But even with a little help via phone from Greg I can't get the window to decide to go back up. And because it would be unlikely that I would be able to take apart the rest of the door and force the window back up all by myself I have to take another cold drive, this time to O-town. My uber helpful brother Greg- was just the trick, he mostly just strayed a lot of dw-40 on it , but that window is working. I am also super scared of using it again, what happens if it won't go back up this winter????? But I also- love drive thru everything: It rocks to drive up to post office boxes, library drop offs, and food places. So I imagine I will be increasingly drawn to drive thru only to be to scared to use them. (and that Kristel is why I hate my window)

Film Friday

This week's pick: Gran Torino

Just so you are not confused- not actually a movie about a car. in. fact.

In general I was moved. The language and some of the violence is definitely jarring (especially if you haven't ever been exposed.) But really- Clint Eastwood, knows how to put together a fine looking movie.

Invisible Car

I must have an invisible car. It isn't like my car is sky colored or camouflaged. It isn't like my car is small and compact. I have a Chevy Lumnia for goodness sake! Plus it is dark blue to boot! But somehow repeatedly other drivers seem not to see me at all. Twice this week I have almost been hit by other drivers. So what do you think? Is it.... A) My stealthily driving is blending in to well? B) My car had a past life as a super hero's sidekick? C) It is the world that isn't see me? Vote and let me know!