When I was a little girl I used to tell my mom that someday I wanted to drive across the country in an “old junky convertible”.
She always asked me “Why does it need to be junky?” That still makes me giggle. At 10 years old, I already dreamed of being on the road.
Everyday that childhood dream gets a little bit closer.
Sunday was my birthday and I got a BEAST of a present. It’s not junky. It’s not a convertible. It’s not really even all that old.
Our new to us 2007 Chevy Silverado diesel, long bed, crew cab truck. (That’s a mouthful.)
I can’t believe I own a truck.
(It really belongs to Brent and I but since we got it on my birthday we are calling it “my birthday present”.)
Confession, it doesn’t feel like “me” and I’m terrified to drive this beast.
I have no clue why I decided to sit on it.
I’m trying to “own it” but it feels like playing make-believe. Let’s see…I’ll pretend I’m a cowgirl working on a ranch.
I drove it once yesterday and ended up parking far far away so I had plenty of room to swing this bad boy around into a space. Then it took me 10 minutes to back this beast out. I’m going to have to take xanax every time I drive it. Wait. That would bad. Very bad.
Now we are trying to decide if we should do a veggie oil conversion. Brent’s all for it. I’m on the fence. It sounds fantastic but I’m wondering if the reality would be more trouble than it’s worth. If anyone has any experience with “going veg” we are all ears!
love and laughter,