M'Car M'Car

It's 4:22 am and I'm up - been up for an hour thanks to menopause and poison ivy.  This is the worst I've had it - it's next to my eyes, my mouth, my forearms and ankles are covered.

I have no pity on myself, nor should you -  I knew full well what I was getting into.

Apparently stubbornness is not preventative medicine when it comes to poison ivy.

In a vain attempt to get some relief from the oozing blisters, I went to a tanning bed yesterday - I have no idea where I got that cockamamie idea - but now I have bulb burned buttocks to boot.

Onward....

It's funny how some things from movies just stick with you.

M'car - m'car from 'It's a Wonderful Life' does that to me.

George Bailey, after meeting Clarence and 'never being born', asks the old guy in Pottersfield where his car is that smashed into the tree - 

"You know...m'car, m'car".

I thought I'd show you my new wheels.  The Jaymemobile as my cousin Jim calls it.
Glenco just smiles at me and shakes his head.

Without further adieu - here are my new wheels.

It's the first car I've ever owned from this decade.

I don't think this vehicle would be good for any surveillance type of work.

: -)

Truer words have never been spoken.

Making things comfy for back seat riders.

A little reading material for riders.

Hippie stickers galore.

Fun keychains sent to me by blog readers Lisa and Kimberly...thanks guys!

Fun pins...I think I have 12 or 13 of these all over the roof liner.

And of course, chicken feathers instead of flowers!