May 17, 2012

The junk in my trunk.

My car does this awesome thing where it occasionally doesn't crank. It is usually at the most inconvenient moment: I am headed to a doctor's appointment; The car is filled with hot breakfast food for college Sunday School (life groups, whatever).
So my dad offered to take the Cricket to a guy he knows to see if a cause could be determined. Apparently this place is shady because Dad felt the need to clean every little thing out of my car--including my emergency dental floss and nail clippers.
He put everything into a box and delivered it to me.

lots of writing utensils and CDs

a waitress apron and server book, hangers, sleeping bag, and a kite

Look how cute my man is in that picture! What a smile.

I mean, seriously, look at the JUNK! I think some of my favorite finds are the foreign money, the power strip, and Scotch tape.
Please note the soccer cleats in the top photo. In those cleats I found a pair of dirty socks. The last time I wore those soccer cleats was the MC Alumni game in 2009.

Since I started this post, we have said goodbye to the Cricket. It was sad. I might have shed a tear or two, I won't lie.

Good bye, Cricket.  You were a good car (I mean, except for that whole not starting thing, and your driver side window not rolling down.).

And, heeeeeeelllllllllllllllooooooooooo, Glory! Woop Woop, van club!

May 4, 2012

Tea Kettle Giggles.

I was in the kitchen surveying the mountain of dirty dishes in the sink.  June was up from her nap a little earlier than I had hoped.  I was swaying back and forth as I looked around.
And she started giggling.  Sputtering and squeaking.  Giggling.
Then I realized she was giggling at her reflection in the tea kettle.  So I intentionally swooped her to and fro dramatically.
She loved it. Such a sweet girl.