This month marks four years since we got the kidmobile. It’s still running great, I still love the kickin’ stereo system I got for Mother’s Day the year we got the vehicle, and it’s never given us a bit of trouble. *knocks on wood*. But it still is, and always will be, a minivan. I’ve thought about getting some fancy pin-striping done on it and maybe some sort of window decals that make a statement (of what, I have no clue), etc.. just to help it not look so ‘mom-ish’ but I don’t think it will matter. A minivan is a minivan and there’s not much you can do to make it cool.

Zipping around town in a little sports car. That would be cool. I’ve always been attracted to fast cars. It likely got started when I dated a guy in high school that had an old beat up but totally awesome mustang. That car was the coolest thing ever. I don’t remember the exact year for sure but I think it was a ‘69. All I know is I loved to go for rides in it and I always pushed him to detail it and clean it up. I don’t think he realized what a gem he owned!

You’d think as I got older I’d get over this little obsession. But I swear it just gets worse. Maybe it’s the part of me that never grew up. Maybe it’s because I’ve come close to owning a cool car (I had a rare ‘71 Buick Apollo once…). Maybe it’s a mid-life crisis. Nah. I just turned 29 so it can’t be that.

Maybe it’s the fact that having diabetes constantly reminds me: you only live once.. I try really hard to live this one life as happy as I can.

So yeah… I do see myself someday driving to the grocery store in something that will turn heads like a car with a fancy Corvette exhaust system. Maybe a true candy-apple red mustang convertible with my hair blowing in the wind. I think it was meant to be. Someday.