Anxiety is a four letter word. Not something anyone that I know of enjoys. Unfortunately, I am prone to anxiety attacks like a Persian cat is prone to furballs. Recently I haven’t been having them but one attempted purchase at a new vehicle later and game on!
My husband and I are in dire need of a vehicle. We have one minivan that has seen better days and it is showing it’s age in the tires, slipping transmission, engine light that likes to pop up here and there plus a bounty of other symptoms. It’s always a crap shoot as to whether we will make it to our destination without breaking down.
After depositing several children at different activities and relatives homes one lovely Saturday, the husband and I headed over to our local dealer to check out the offerings. We were greeted right away by a very eager, sweet salesman. He asked us our interest, took some information and showed us a used but sweet minivan. I fell in love. The love was lost when the dealership told us the prospective price.
Five hours later we agreed upon a price per month that was outside my comfort level but do-able. We left with the new minivan but with an appointment to come back to sign the final paperwork. [Read more...]
As a 40 year old mom to three boys I have not seen many teen music sensations idolized in my home, as say, a mom to girls would. My oldest is into bands but doesn’t make a big deal about them. The middle boy, at the ripe age of 12, is a staunch Nickelback fan, as I am. My 4 year old thinks the Fresh Beat Band on Nick Jr rocks it. What I don’t get are women my age that have Bieber Fever.
