I'm done school...YAY YAY YAY YAY

I'm very happy to say that school is done...all I've got is a few more report cards and one staff meeting to go and I'm laughing...
Who am I kidding - I'm already laughing.

I love summer.

Trip to Korea
Summer course with a friend
Trip to Sun Peaks with Brad's work
Trip to Ontario
Processing Wedding Photos
Summer camp??


Some things I WANT to do (anyone wanna go with me??)
: Go to Bard on the Beach at least once
Go to Godspell
Go to Lion King

Can you tell I love theatre?

The Coronet Is On Its Way

I have the deposit in hand from the 'Net's new owner. She's planning on keeping it rough-looking. In fact, she's thinking of satin black, with an edge-to-edge mesh grill and some mag wheels. That'll look absolutely killer! She's promised to swing by when it's done. I definitely want some pictures of it after it's been paid some proper attention.

We're not loving the idea of selling this thing. Really not. But it's going to someone that's going to really cherish it (she's owned vehicles from Porsches to Jeeps), and who will have a total blast in the thing. That's so much better than the scrapyard we were forced to consider.

As she walked away, she told me she's going to try to get plates's floating the idea of getting plates put on it that somehow spell "Loud Toy" in memory of Aria. We'd be so honoured!

Well, it's a Sad Day Here...

We've owned our car for more than 6yrs. It's just too much of a project for us to tackle at this point, so we're trying to give a happier home somewhere else. It's the machine that Aria calls the 'Loud Toy', and we've all had some great times in it together.

A brighter moment happened today when somebody made a serious enquiry -- he'd be a great owner for it. He and his buddy had some great ideas about how to fix it up (and loved some of the ideas that I've had but couldn't pull off). But nothing's final yet. Except that we need to sell it. We've already bought it's replacement -- which is frankly what's prompting the sale. It'll be a fun car, and needs far less work, and we got a screaming deal on it, etc., etc. But it's no 'Net. Sigh.

Here's the current fleet. The closest is the 'new' Chrysler, a 1981 Cordoba -- it keeps the trend of every car I've owned being a Mopar.

Oh, I should share: the adventures with this car have already begun. I ran out of gas driving from the place I bought it to the gas station. Right at a major, busy intersection. A kind-hearted stranger helped push it across the street and into the station. And another primed the carb with gas when it wouldn't fire right away. It was a moment that I felt so close to the Langley community. The whole time Aria (buckled in her seat in the back) was going: "This is interesting! This is interesting, hay? The car stopped! This is interesting, hay Daddy...?"

Then on the trip to get it Aircared (it failed, which I expected), going around a corner the car quit suddenly -- no power, no power-steering, no fan, no radio. Nothing. I came to a stop, popped the hood, and saw that a lead from the battery that had disconnected. Apparently without that connection, nothing goes. I re-attached it, and everything came to life again. I was laughing pretty hard by the time I got back in. Car ownership is fun, as long as you can roll with it! (As a colleague of mine would say: that's a pun, not a joke.)

I can't believe how quiet this thing is. I'm not exaggerating when I say that if you have the fan on over half, you can't hear the motor. That's a big difference from the raucous glasspacks on the 'Net. It was a hilarious and poignant moment when I punched the throttle taking a turn, and the tires squeaked over the paint lines on the road. Aria said: "Almost a loud toy, hay Daddy?" Yeah almost, kid. Almost.