mini van heaven
I've always been practical--for the most part. I live close to the hospital and after showering in the morning, I leave my hair to dry naturally just so I can sleep 15 minutes more. And instead of carrying around those cute little Gucci purses that hold just about nothing, I opt for a cheap Target bag. I think the purses my friends tote around are extremely cute (and expensive), but they won't hold a diaper, wipes AND my stuff. They also don't have a cool light attached that automatically turns on when you open it. How's that for practical?
I'm so practical I've decided to get a mini-van. Some friends of mine have told me that buying a mini-van was symbolic for "aging." But I really couldn't help it. Driving 5 hours to the in-laws is horrid when I'm scrunched in the backseat with the crying little one. The last time this happened, I got so nauseated from motion sickness and got a headache.
We drove out of town with the van during the MLK holiday and I truly enjoyed it. I could heat up the baby's milk easily via the handy dandy outlets located in the front and rear of the van and feed him while he was in the car seat. I could read, recline, stretch my legs . . .ahhh . . .and I didn't get nauseated.
when doves cry
So that my husband could also enjoy reclining in the mini-van, I drove for a while during our last trip. I blasted the music in the front (two controls for volume--front and back) and found myself singing all the words to Prince's "When doves cry." In elementary school, I used to buy those magazines that printed the lyrics to the latest songs. For that reason, I also can sing along with other 80s favorites like Billy Idol's "Eyes without a Face" and the Motels "Only the Lonely." I guess those magazines disappeared once the Net came about b/c now I just go to lyrics.com.
