Well I'm back from my Grandma Westons house. It's wasn't exciting or anything, since we make the same trip every year. We went yard saling, got me a Pet Taxi... 3 bucks, so cheap. Went to the bagel fest the next day. It was okay. I would have rather stayed home.
Well, on to better news. MY CARS HERE.. MY CARS HERE... *cheers* YAY!!!!!! I now have a gold Taurus. It's so pretty, with power seats, power doors, and a little blooper (the thing that unlocks the car from 4 feet away). It even has a number lock on the driver door, for when I lock my keys in the car. The only back thing, it got rolled so dad has to fix it. And no I didn't roll it... he bought it like that since the guy he bought it from pretty much had all the parts for it. The only thing that he hasn't gotten yet is the fender. Oh well, I'm so excited about my
new car.
OH, while I'm talking about my car, I'll tell you about my parelle parking incident. Well I was parking between the garbage cans, for practice, and I was doing pretty good in the Monte Carlo. Mom was watching me and when we went back out at 2 to finish, Mom decided she wanted to show me how to parelle park. Well she couldn't and I ended up knocking the trash cans over just about every time after that. She was like "Let me show you how it's done." Then she whipped it in there, smacking right into a trash can. It was so funny. She tried 3 times, then pulled it out and said to whip away those images. I mean I was laughing so hard and I've been giving her a hard time about it since. Parelle parking practice is fun... man, that's a tongue twister.
Well I'm gonna head out, read the other diaries and prolly log on to messenger for a little while. later
love always,
brittany