2 Years Italian and Classic Cars

On August 26th, Jeremy and I reached 2 years together. So on Friday, we got all spiffed up and went out to dinner. He had made reservations at a great little Italian restuarant called Marzano's, where we ate way too much and didn't even finish our entrees. Seriously yummy and filling food. After that, we made a run for coffee at our absolute favorite coffee joint. It was a very nice, sweet evening together.


The next day, we packed up the babies and headed off to the annual LeMay car show! Once a year, Harold LeMay's widow (he died a few years back), opens up the gates to their properties and lets the public come in and take it all in. This year, Jeremy's schedule worked out fabulously so we could actually go!




There's alot of seriously cool stuff. He collected pretty much everything and anything that caught his fancy.




Some things are certainly out of the ordinary.



This is a car built on Monster Garage. They flipped a boat and made it a car.


And of course, there's a whole lot of classics.



1957 Pink Cadillac. (Come on, you know you want to start blasting the lyrics.)


1951 Merc Oh yes, mmmmmm, nummy.


Look at that Daimler. Look at those lines. Look at that paint.


And the Deusenberg. There's really nothing that needs to be said.


Seriously, I mean. How fraggin cool?!


He literally collected a little bit of everything. Including one of the cars used in the Flintstone movie.


There was also an auction for some vehicles that were of restorable quality, if one posessed the determination, know how, and moolah. Some really lucky guy got to take this wagon home. I'm seriously jealous.


Jeremy's dad had met up with us at the show. Bill told us that one of his first cars was like the one pictured below. This sold for $5000.


If you're hoping the interior looks any better....


What I really need, restored to freakin wicked of course, is one of these....


Bear really enjoyed himself. When he saw this car, he said Oh Yeah in a way that can only be described as purely male.


Potato did very well. Putting her in the baby backpack definetly helped. She even almost fell asleep.

1st Day of the 1st Grade (Some First Aid required)

Today my Pixy Chick started first grade. Last night she picked out her pretty pink dress, and I helped her coordinate stockings and hair clips. She went to bed on time, and without a fight. I organized her pencil box, backpack, and class supplies. I labeled everything with her name. Including each individual crayon. Ok, I'm insane. I like labels. They suit my OCD. I also wrote quotes, including one of my own I pulled seemingly out of nowhere, on the sides of her pencil box. She decorated her pencil box and folder with kitty cat stickers before dinner. Everything that could be, was thouroughly hers.

We arrived on time, checked the wall lists to confirm her teacher, and went in search of her classroom. Along the way we found a classmate from the prior year who was lost and tugged her along with us. Pix was thrilled to discover her two very good friends, the twins, also had the same teacher!
Twin C, Pixy, the Lost One.


We then went into her class to locate her desk. This was easy since the twins already found their desks, and Pix was seated next to Twin A.


Immediately, Pix started getting settled in. Jeremy and I might as well not have been there at that point. lol


This first day of school seems to indicate it will be a very good school year. For Pix and her friends anyway.

As we were preparing ourselves to leave our girl behind with her classmates and teacher, we heard the screams of a banshee down the hall. I peaked my head out the door and was a bit surprised to see what was going on. One little girl just was NOT ready for the school year. She was screaming and swinging in the corner with all she had. The principal, who is an amazingly kind, patient, and all around cool guy, had to pick this little girl up and take her off to calm down. He carried her very calmly and quietly, all while trying to avoid the blows this tiny imp delivered as she kicked and swung her balled up little fists. That man is freakin' saint.

I am so incredibly grateful for my children, and while sad to see them growing up, I am also incredibly proud.