Lame-o is my name-o

So much has been going on here lately, I seem to have actually forgotten it all.  Really.  The brain is tired of remembering.

I have been thinking a lot about the boys' development this year and a half since their arrival here in the US -- can you believe it!  We're going on two years.  I've also been thinking about my mothering style, which I'm still fine-tuning.  I think I'm a little naggy and am trying to stop talking again.  I'm attempting to use the guide I remember a yoga teacher mentioning once about whether or not to say something:  Is it kind?  Is it necessary?  Does it improve upon the silence?  If you can say no to any of these, then you shouldn't say what you were thinking.  I find myself testing my thoughts in this way.  For example, when I'm glooming and angering over the events of last month with the in-laws, coming up with things I wished I had said, I apply the guide.  Generally, nothing I'm thinking qualifies, though it satisfies a vengeful fantasy.  But that's not what I'm supposed to be wasting my life with.  Right?  But it can be fun!  Better to apply myself to my immediate family.  They are much simpler.  

In other news, we bought a new-to-us/used vehicle this week.  My dad found it through a former student of his.  Chuck is one of his first students, who graduated in '68, when I was a year old.   He's got his own garage and fixed us up with our brown bomber, the 1989 Camry wagon.  That was a great car and lasted two years longer than we expected.  

Alex is embarrassed by our new vehicle, and I feel a bit funny driving it, too.  But beggars cannot be choosers, we tell ourselves.  The price tag was all we could afford without borrowing, which we do not want to do, and we drive so little, the poor mileage won't impact us as much as if we were heavy-duty commuters.

It's almost 15 years old, so it's a spring chicken compared to the Camry, and it's in great condition.  A senior citizen sold it to Chuck the Mechanic.  There are also four new tires on it.  To offset Al's embarrassment, I purchased a neon green peace sign car magnet for its rear end.  That definitely gives it an air of hippy-ness.  It still has a ways to go, though.  He also wants a bumper sticker that says "my other car is a scooter."  I thought it would be funny to paint all of our excuses for driving it upon the vehicle's exterior, to assuage our guilt:  "It only cost $2500, we only drive 5000 miles per year, barely drive over 55 and tend to carry lots of stuff at all times.  Our children have very long legs and our dog is hyperactive..."

The boys are over the moon about it.  The dog loves it.  Lots more room.  I like the fact that both the heat and the radio work!  Haven't tested the tape deck yet, but I'll let you know.  We still have radio mixes on tape, if that gives you any indication how behind-the-times we are.  

I'll keep teasing you 'til I can take a photo of it.  It's been raining non-stop since I drove it from CT, so no pics yet.  You'll just have to make a guess...

Until then, here are some Halloween pictures.

Yes, I lamely wore the same "costume" as last Halloween.  The red wig with horns.  I can't help it, I've always wanted red hair.  And horns.  

Comments

[Stacy]

VW Bus?

[Erin]

Some sort of old station wagon? Plymouth, maybe?

[Heather]

A giant SUV?

[Maia]

Hey! New posts!

You all looked awesome on Halloween! And I already peeked ahead - so I know you now own a SUV - but hey - I can't tell you how many times I've thought about how many kids/dogs/plants i could fit into something like that...

[Heidi]

I'm not even going to guess on the car. But does it have those fau wooden panels? Hmmm, maybe not, the peace sign wouldn't stay. Hmmm.
Those kiddos are VERY cute!

[Lisa]

Kelemua was a pirate this year, too!