Do you name your appliances? I usually name my cars. Last night when I was getting ready for bed, I thought of a name for my treadmill- Lois. Lois Lane maybe? I don't' know why, I guess it just sounded fun. I'd like to go take a run on Lois. I don't know, sound catchy?
Well that thought got me thinking about the things that I do name, piano's, 'fridgerators, computers?. Cars. I had a bright orange pinto. I don't' think I named her, but I love the fact that I had a bright orange pinto. It was as old as me. But I don't' think I ever named her. My next car was a white '92 nissan sentra. I named her Marta. Marta kicked butt. She drove fast and was a sweet ride. Marta had a rack and pinion problem that cost me over $400. After that, Marta was just into driving for the money. She was a lady of the night kind of car, if ya get my drift. A two door kind of gal. So we got rid of her. And we got Reuben.
Now most cars are females, granted, because women always work harder than men. Obviously. But as we were in the car dealerships office, buying our 1999 kia, I had the distinct impression that this car was a boy. A pubescent boy with acne. Maybe that is just what the kid that sold it to us looked like. I don't remember specifics, just that he reminded me of the kid on the Simpsons, the dorky teenager boy. And his name was Reuben. Reuben the salesman=Reuben the car. The sweet first car we ever bought new and still have after 7 years car. Ah the memories. Yeah okay, so it is a KIA, it is blue and it is getting a little old. The sweet boy still runs well, and has become our main mode of transportation around town due to the insane gas prices. He has been in an accident, totally not his fault. He has had a few repairs here and there. Tires, wipers, that sort of thing. He works so well in fact it is a wonder. We actually got on offer on Reuben and we weren't even looking to sell. Some person left a note on his windshield for big d to find. How dare they? Reuben is a loyal and hard working family member. He can't just "switch". Yeah, he's loud, and his windshield needs redone, but all in all, Reuben has worked hard these last 7 years. And hopefully for 7 more, and another 7 after that, just to be sure.
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let's see if reuben can get his cracked windshield to pass inspection... i mean the crack is along the bottom, not really in your line-of-sight... (all the way along the bottom and up both sides...) yeah, i think that will have to be replaced this month. crap. oh well... at least reuben and i get along. my only complaint is when he gets moody and shuts the fan off. no rhyme or reason. fan works, fan doesn't work. and i thought after 7 years we'd be past puberty and it's mood swings.
oh, i almost forgot...
lois?!
lol Grandpa had a car named Betsy. She was a red BIG grandpa-like car. He used to rub her dashboard and say, "Come on, Betsy! Go, Betsy!"
I never have named my cars... probably because I couldn't get that attached before Chris up and sold it on me....
Yay! I name my cars, too. My fav was my tan Jetta--I named it Tanner Cooley. Our dark green Saturn was named Olive.
Our white minivan has no name yet. Sometimes it takes me years to find the right name.
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