Welcome to my little ol' blog. I'll be upfront about it: I don't blog very often any more. If you found your way here because you read my book "Trailer Life," have a gander! But it's easier to keep up with me on Instagram or on my Facebook page. I have this long, drawn out theory on why I'm a terrible blogger, but that is a story for another day. Enjoy the ramblings of my life from the last 8 years or so.
Monday, April 21, 2008
After watching this auction on TV, I have decided that for my 50th birthday, I am going to go and buy myself a car. This car will be something I buy completely for fun, Frivolous. Absurd. Non-necessity. The reasoning behind my scheme is this: By the time I'm 50, I want to be in a financial place where I can go throw down up to $100,000 cash for a car. And not think twice about it. I am not a car person. I currently drive a 12 passenger Ford van. (That I happen to love. It's very off-roady looking.) I don't dream of having a linoleum floored garage filled with cars I don't drive. But I do want to be so financially stable and secure that I have a sporty little car that goes fast and handles well around curves. By that time in my life, Kacy will be 24, Will-23, Ed-21, and Jessie 19. And I will be 50. And maybe a grandma. A grandma with a frivolous hot rod. Right now I'm thinking a 1950's model corvette. In 20 years I might be able to afford a 2008 Porche Turbo Carrera. I'll park it next to my van. Oh,the possibilities.