im not exactly sure why my punctuation and my words wil not be capitalized in this entry. but perhaps it is because im typing on my phone, and it reaaaaallllyyyy doesnt likw my blogger for some reason.
i actually havent posted in a few days, but its because ive been sooooooo freaking tierd. going to bed by nine fourty five, waking up at ten am. damn.
i also have yet to decide whether its my extream fatigue getting in the way of my creative writing and my unstoppable commitment to not let this blog die, or whthether its just my being equally as lazy...which.. may very well be the case. as proven above when i am now going to fail to correct my spelling errors.
well in brand new news... haha... new news...im getting a new car tomorrow. that statement would have an exclaimation mark at the end of it instead of a period but again...im apparently not allowed to use propper punctuation. damn android is going to get me in trouble with all those grammar nazis out there...x.x
but back to business. yes. a new car. not a cool car... not a new new car. not a sparkling sporty or dastardly dashing speedy speeding car. no. i love the car. its red... very faded. its clean, but very used. scratched and buffed on the outside. it looks like something my children have already gotten a hold of. maybe thats why i like it so much.
but im worried. its a minivan. yes. a minivan. i have hit the ultimate low in every very young parents life. shall i be known from now on to my equal in age single childless friends as soccor mom? the dreaded of all the spots fans.. big, white heavily sweaty women. with their visors or baseball caps. their lack of makeup or their over use of it. some times smelling like arm pit.. some times smelling like they took a bath in every single free sample at the perfume counters at JC Penny. usually blonde, almost always white.. bleach blonde hair cut short or pulled back into a sloppy ponytail that will jsut shake loose anyway as they move themselves up and down the side lines of that blistering hot soccor field like giant, aggressive whale sharks, screaming at the refferee like hes the new fat, deaf and mentally handicapt kid on the playground. forever their lives shall be carting everyones children like they are their own around in their gold, blue, white or black minivans or SUVs. yeah, thats right. they roll in SUVs now. im not even an updated version of the soccor mom. is this what ive really become.
no.
i vouch that my minivan is old, worn, looks like it may have lost a fight or two or been run through a field full of angry hornets, but it shall be the coolest van ever....and with it... i, the coolest van mom.
minivans not only are fantastic for carting the entire soccor teams smelly cleats and shin guards around while your children feast at cicis pizza with their best friends way more cooler mom after the game. but they are now the official party bus.... only a van.
think about it...tinted windows, awesome gas milage, great stereo system.. leg room to boot. im starting to think this minivan thing wont be so bad after all.. oh yes. i shall rock this new found minvan world.
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