Category: Jenny is a nerd

Yesterday my life as I know it changed for the better. And for the convenient. And I am absolutely giddy with excitement in a totally geeky way that I am now a minivan mom! I suppose these are words that I never thought I’d say, but ever since this shoving-three-kids-in-the-back-of-my-sedan thing started (and immediately got OLD), I have been lusting after a minivan.

Since we are Toyota people, Bobby and I really wanted a Toyota Sienna.  We also wanted to pay cash, which meant USED.   And, we wanted leather seats (because, really, Joshua has thrown up in my car about 8,000 times and if it didn’t have leather, I’d have to wear a HAZMAT suit just to DRIVE it) and at lease ONE power door.  (Whoever invented the power door is a geeeeeeeeenius and should be given the highest honor the country of his or her birth bestows upon civilians.  Anyhoo.)  Also, we were hoping for a 2004 or newer because that’s when they last changed the Sienna significantly.  SO -we were being very picky!  We really began searching about a month ago and we called on a couple but they were always sold – these babies go fast!

Then, Tuesday, I saw one that was slightly out of our price range but not too far out.  And it was nearby, and had everything we wanted.  So Bobby said, “Let’s go look at it!”  We pulled into the JANKIEST car lot I have ever seen.  The first letter was missing from the company sign, it was about the size of a gas station and the lot was packed FULL of cars!  Nevertheless, it has the perfect Sienna.  It was pretty dirty on the inside but the outside looked great.  Since Bobby is a mechanic, he wanted to take it into work to look at it thoroughly, and the car salesman said that was ok.  After looking it over the next day, Bobby thought it was a no-brainer.  So we made them an offer, they took it, and yesterday, we brought this baby home!

We are calling her Yoshi.  A good Japanese name for a good Japanese car!  It’s a 2004, with leather, two power doors, and pretty much every option you could get back then. It’s like, the finest in minivan luxury from 7 years ago!! SCORE! Bobby took it to work today to get it detailed (it really was dirty on the inside – the previous owners left all kinds of stuff in it including several hair bands, some earrings, and an Nintendo DS game!) and tomorrow I will get to click open that power door and put my three kids in it without wanting to shoot myself and go for a spin!! I can’t wait and I’m so thankful to have this new-to-us-car!

Yippee! Minivans rule!

Can I just say how much I loooove Netflix?  We get it through our Wii, and it is SO awesome.  I don’t know why anyone has cable anymore when you can get live streaming Netflix.  Unless you want to watch sports, or news, or something DUMB like that. Heh.

Bobby and I are rediscovering some old shows on Netflix – some not too old, like say….all the past seasons of “Psych” which we love (WHEN is the next season coming to Netflix? WHEN WHEN WHEN?  I cannot get enough of Shawn Spencer and Burton Guster!) and just this past week, we’ve been watching season one of our childhood favorite, the Cosby Show.

Which is HYSTERICAL.  It is still as funny as it was when I was seven years old. AND I cannot believe how much of these episodes I REMEMBER!  I mean, I have three children, I can barely remember my own phone number and yet, every memory of Denise making Theo that hacked-up Gordon Gartrell designer shirt and Vanessa’s hideous clarinet recital are instantly restored as soon as I hear the Cosby theme song.  And RUDY!  OMG, RUDY!!! Has there ever been a cuter, funnier child?  I almost want to trade one of my own for the 5-year-old version of Rudy.

And remember how EXCITING it was every season to see the new theme song/opening of the show?  They always did something SO great.  I already can’t wait to watch season 2 just to see the opening.  But I am controlling myself.  The best things come to those who wait.

So, if you want a nice laugh, and TV with the effect of comfort food, dial up your Netflix and  join me tonight.  Put on your favorite Cosby sweater and join Bobby and me as we chill with Cliff, Clair, Denise, Theo, Vanessa, Rudy, and sometimes Sondra.  Or, just for funzies, share some of your favorite Cosby memories with me in the comments!

They just don’t make ’em like they used to!

P.S. This is not a Netflix commercial.  It is just freaking awesome. But seriously, Netflix, call me.

I swear to you I am not completely obsessed with my birthday, I mean, this is my second post about it in a weeks (*cough*it’sSeptember5th*cough*) but this year I have a new reason to be obsessed about it.

I’m not going to be home.  I’m going to be away from Bobby, who always fusses over me and makes my birthday special.

Instead, I am going to be with EMILY, who makes fun of me and puts me in my place.  So you can imagine my apprehension.  We are going to spend labor day weekend with our kids and no husbands (don’t rob our houses, our husbands will be there!) at my parent’s place in Virginia, for funzies, because Em’s never been.

And there on top of the mountain, with only dial-up internet, miles away from distractions, I am going to carry out the threat I made MONTHS ago and force Emily to watch my favorite movies, Anchorman and Hot Rod with me!  And since we’ll be at my parents’ she’s not even going to get to drink any alcohol to lift her spirits.  (Though we WILL have Mountain Dew!) Nope, she’s just gonna have to have some good, clean FUN with me. Well, if you can call those movies clean.  Some good, PG-13 fun!

And she’s offered to bake me a chocolate cake!

And since neither of us  have a car big enough for both our families to fit in, Chevy is loaning us a sweeeeeeeeeeeet Traverse to drive on the trip!  (Which is awesome because last month when we were in Virginia you may recall we had to COAST our broken-down car down the mountain!)  So who knows, we might get crazy on chocolate cake, Mountain Dew, Will Ferrell, and Andy Samberg, and go joy-riding down the mountain!

All I gotta say Berry, is, no pressure, but that cake better be good! Just sit back, relax, and enjoy the big 33.  And be glad it’s not YOURS, Forever 31.