That's a Lot of Heavy Metal.

Today I woke up and did my hair first thing (see? I can do my hair more than two days in a row. ;p), then I ran down to Farmington to get my food handlers permit so's I can be that much more useful at the concessions booth (they're required to have at least one person in the tent at all times who has one, so my not having one yet wasn't that big a deal. But now I have one, so all's well), and then I did some enumerating (two hours last week, two hours so far this week, and already I'm nearly finished again . . . *sigh*), and then I went on a walk and took one of the dogs. Tada! I only spent one or two hours today doing something unproductive, namely watching t.v. and chilling outside for a while, watching Kyle sell our p.o.j. Lumina. Yay! Admittedly, this relatively productive day didn't really get started until around noon . . . ;)

Speaking of selling cars . . . we've sold our ages-old Mormon Assault Vehicle, aka the 15-seat Ford Club Van, and today we also unloaded the Lumina. Next up is Sammy's Oldsmobile Ciera, and then the Chevy Silverado. Dang. That's a lot of vehicular turnover goin' on. We've got a new truck lined up already to be Dad's new toy (a GMC Duramax), which will be able to haul more and better than the Silverado, so the Big Boys can go on their next Big Toys (ATV) tour without worrying about the transmission, which apparently has gotten all messed up on our current truck because it just wasn't strong enough for what we used it for. It'll also have a bigger back seat. Thing is, the new truck will be off-limits to . . . well, pretty much everybody, I guess, except Dad, who won't be driving it much while he's off in Iraq . . . so it'll just wait here for him for a while. :P

Meanwhile, Kyle plans to buy a Chevy Blazer with the money from the Oldsmobile, which he can then modify and mess with to his heart's content. So we're selling four vehicles and replacing them with two, leaving the family with a total of . . . uh, four? (Impala, Geo Metro, Duramax and Blazer[?]. Yep, four.) Oh, and I guess we still have Sammy's other old car, the Ford Contour, still chillin' in the Red Neck side of the yard . . . we're waiting on Sammy to get the title to us for that thing. Apparently it got lost along the way somewhere, so he has to be the one to get a new one before we can sell that one, as well. Or save it for when Meagan learns to drive . . . *shrug.*

It'll be kinda weird, actually, having only three cars in the driveway and none on the street in front of the house (the Duramax might chill in the side yard where the van used to live . . .). I'm so used to having a million cars sprawled every-which-way all over our property, and most of them in use, too. But with Caryn and Bethany both down in SLC at the UofU without cars (Caryn and Sammy have a new one to share), we don't have quite the overload of drivers that we used to. It's just me, Mom, and Kyle. And Meagan in a year or so . . . and Becci two years after that . . . at which point I guess we'll buy another cheap car or two again. Goodness. Hopefully by then I'll have either bought the Geo, or handed it down to one of the girls because I've bought something better. Which would be contingent on me finding a steady job . . .

Dang. That's nine cars that we either own, have recently sold, or will own shortly. That's ridiculous. (All the picture links are random ones I found online to help those like me who can't tell one car apart from another unless it's one I've personally driven. They look more or less like the ones in our driveway, except for the to-be-purchased ones, for which I don't know the color.)

Is it any wonder I kept juggling cars in college? Which, if we get into that, would have to bring in the other Lumina (which Michael and Shantel now own) and the Malibu, which was intended to be officially mine upon graduation, but then I had to go and total it . . . *sob/sigh* Poor Shiv . . .

Which takes our car count to eleven. And that's only stretching it back about two years. Take it another year or so back from that and you get another Lumina and another Malibu (making thirteen) that met their ends at Michael and Caryn's hands, respectively. This is turning into a sad story . . . ;P

Long dead metal friends aside, though, to recap: we're selling five cars (counting the Contour) and buying two, for a final total of four. Sheesh.

And the Geo's mine. Mineminemine. And I won't crash it. Promise. ;D But I do need to fix that durn AC . . .