When I was in Kindergarten, I rode the bus to school. There was a special bus specifically for Kindergartners. I hated the bus driver. We could not make any noise, including talking, while on the bus. There was a kid on the bus that I didn’t like. I remember he had warts all over his hands, and as a kindergartner, I remember thinking he was really gross. One day, he sat in the seat behind me and my best friend, Sara. He reached over the seat and was trying to touch me. I tried to get down on the floor so that he wouldn’t be able to reach me, but he kept getting closer. I screamed. The bus driver stopped the bus. He asked who screamed, and of course, I pretended like I didn’t know who did. But another little kid told on me. The rule on the bus was if you made a noise, you had to go sit at the front of the bus, while everyone on the bus sang Rock-a-bye Baby. As I got up to make my way to the front of the bus in tears, Sara leaned over to me and said, “I promise I won’t sing.”
In 7th grade, in between classes, I made my way to my locker, like any normal middle school aged child. I really didn’t like the people that had lockers around me. As a 7th grader, they just scared me. But I really didn’t like the kid who had a locker right next to mine, another 7th grader (yes, I still remember who it was, and yes, we continued to go to school together until graduating high school). When I got to my locker, he was at his, and so I had to move his locker door a little bit so that I could get to mine. He didn’t like that. He slammed his door back open and smashed my hand. I leave, in tears, without actually ever getting into my locker.
I don’t know why I remember these experiences. I know they really affected me at the time. Maybe these two experiences altered my entire self-image. Maybe I am weaker because of them. Maybe I am stronger because of them. I have no idea why these two small incidents are on my mind today. Except for maybe we should all consider that our bad day could completely change somebody. Or maybe it won’t. But they may remember it forever. And how awful to be remembered because of something that you did because you were probably just having a bad day.
Look how happy I was the day the I bought my car! What a beauty. But its good that this car has finally been put to rest. The poor thing has suffered through a short and painful, but fulfilling life. Its taken me on multiple roadtrips to Arizona, Vegas, Yellowstone and to the Midwest (twice). And many other wonderful adventures. 
And I may or may not have cried on Saturday when we went to go clean out the car and turn over our keys. Don't judge me. 
Here is our replacement car. A Nissan Rogue. We love it! We absolutely had a miserable car buying experience, but in the end, we got the car that we wanted. It has all the fancy stuff, including blue tooth which causes me to wait to call people until I get in the car just for the fun of using it. Hopefully this will wear off quickly.
Then we decided to head up to Edmond, OK, since Mike starts work this week and I have never been there. We went and ate at Flat Tire Burgers, which was pretty good and then Mike took me to see where he will be working. (This is a picture of his new office.) We got distracted by a new little community right across the street from the law firm. We were driving through looking at the new homes when a lady pulled up next to us. She was the real estate agent in charge of the area and she invited us over to the model home. We figured it had been such a spontaneous day anyway, and we had time so we followed her over. I fell in love with the model home. It had nothing to do with the furnishings. Just the home itself was beautiful! I wanted it. All the homes in the area that were up for sale were unlocked so she told us to go and walk through them at our leisure. So we did. We had so much fun. I love the idea of some day moving into something that has never been lived in by someone else! Anyway, obviously we aren't buying a home right now, but it was fun to pretend anyway. 
