Day 29: Chocolate isn't just a noun.

I am hurting! Physical exhaustive pain. But it's that happy pain. I have been pushing myself at the gym because I am finding what I was doing just wasn't enough. I added running into the mix so I am running (working my way to running) 30 minutes a day every day while doing weights and toning alternate days. We will see how it goes.

Exciting things in the future people!!

Oh, my friend Gina told me the other day that she was going to start praying that I find a husband....I need to tell her the specifics I guess. Hmmmmm could day dream about this!!! (Yeah, yeah...I am being girly..get over it...it's a rarity.)

Day 29 - car you drive ( and past cars too!)

I switched the last two days if anyone cared to notice. It’s been a long road and we are almost done.

The last day is about hopes, dreams, and my plans for the next 365 days which seemed to be a more fitting ending to the challenge then what kind of car I drive. So I have changed it.

My dad gave my sister and I a car when we were in high school. We had to share it which was ok. I, though my sister probably does, can’t remember the make of the car but for some reason topaz keeps running through my head. I have no idea why. My senior year of college they traded it for something bigger (think boat) and I can remember sitting in the parking lot almost in tears because the car was going away.

In college, my freshman year, I wasn’t allowed to drive because my sister hadn’t been able to drive her freshman year. Believe me, I drove anyways. Friends were always so willing!

Between my sophomore and junior year my sister got married and didn’t need a car anymore so I inherited a grey park avenue. Oh my gosh how I hated that car! It was a massive old granny car that I despised and I was such an ungrateful brat that I wasn’t happy that I even had a vehicle! That car had more than one problem: lost it’s fuel pump on a drive from Indiana to Maryland, it’s electrical shorted out and I sat on the side of the road outside of Fort Meade as the car’s horn honked and lights flashed and then in the pouring rain the trunk latch wouldn’t catch so some guys from the church dried it off the best they could and duct taped the trunk closed until someone was able to fix it. I was so happy when someone finally bought that car.

I was car-less until February of 2004, my senior year of college, when I bought, brand new off the lot, my car, my baby, my Proto. She is a 2003 Mazda Protégé with beige interior and sandy stone mica paint. She’s been dinged once or twice, has a few minor interior stains on the cloth, the floor mats are in ruin, there is a dead bug in my rear light panel that I can’t vacuum out and she has more than one “Ready Steady Cook” spill on the back seat. She wears her Heroes symbol proudly and just got a tune up curitoisy of my father. I learned what it means to rotate the tires, which is a family joke now, (goodness I hold a teaching degree and can debate politics but don’t ask me about rotating tires) and she has had her fair share of oil changes. Our next big road trip will push her over 100,000 miles. And the best thing about it? She is paid for, done with the last penny…so she is mine…all mine!