Tag Archives: Cars

Be Driving a Jeep for a Week

Growing up, did you have a dream car? Please let me know because I am genuinely curious about you.

My dream car: I have always wanted a Jeep, until last week. At my high school, there was young man a few years older than me who had a Jeep YJ. I can still imagine it ripping into the parking lot with music blaring every morning as I walked up the path to D.P. Todd Secondary. 

Ever since, I always thought that Jeeps were a “really cool car”. I wanted to own one until my car got rear-ended a few weeks ago and the rental company gave me a Jeep.

Yes, it looks like a “really cool car”, but it was a rough ride and remarkably uncomfortable. It’s amazing how you can take something for a drive and suddenly your whole life perspective can shift. I will never be able to look at a Jeep in the same light again.

Sidenote: Anyone guess the topic that I am using my Jeep metaphor to now talk to my boys about? Don’t judge things from an external vantage point, especially when choosing a partner for life.

Happy Thursday amazing friends. Love what you do.

xoxo Joanna

Be Living Through Bumper Cars in a Car Wash

If you have ever had this experience or know someone that has, I would like to know.

It was something that I didn’t even know could happen. I had never spent a single second of my 49 years here on earth thinking about this and I will admit I have thought of quite a few other catastrophic situations.

Yesterday, I had a very bizarre experience.

I had decided to take my friend’s daughter’s car to get a car wash and fill her tank up with gasoline for her birthday. (It was parked at our house for the weekend.) I filled the car up with gas and then was driving to the car wash. I was going to wand wash it, but was feeling lazy so I decided to zip into the new car wash with the double bays of fancy automatic, colourful, cleaning apparatuses.

The next part of this story makes me feel physically ill: As you are told to do, I drove the car into the track with my left tires perfectly place in the rollers. I put the car in neutral, took my hands off the wheel and enjoyed the gift of an automatic car wash. I may have even let out a sigh at this point.

I was in the soap cycle, with the colourful splatters of foamy soap hitting the front windshield and the big, floppy rollers whipping by the windows, when I felt a “thump”. It felt like I hit something. Then a few moments later I felt another “thump”. I immediately knew after the second thump that something wasn’t right. My heart rate went up and I was sweating. I couldn’t see a single thing. It wasn’t until I felt a “bump” from behind that I knew that something was really wrong. And then there was another “bump” from behind. I now put my foot on the brake to try to get all this thumping and bumping to stop. And then the car wash finally turned off.

The soap started streaking down the windows and I could see. I opened the window. The car in front appeared to have come off the track and wasn’t moving forward. The car behind was directly behind me. Three cars all within one section of the carwash.

Playing bumper cars.

No sight.

Just thumping.

And bumping.

In the hot, colourful, foam-filled car wash.

Apparently this isn’t called car wash bumper cars, it is called “a tunnel collision”, according to the car wash where this happened. The fault lies with the person who held up the tunnel and who caused the crash, even though we were all, hopefully, in neutral and running on a track that the car wash had created. According to the manager, the person in front may have taken their car out of neutral, grabbed the steering wheel or had done something else for us all to get jammed up and thus bumped around. But the car wash never stopped. We all keep moving along and thumping and bumping.

Our friend’s daughter’s car ended up with three scratches on the back bumper from the license plate of the car behind it bumping into it over and over. I found at that the car in front was an older gentleman had turned the wheel and therefore knocking his tires out of the track. He took off before anyone could talk to him.

I was given an ultimate wash to go back through the “tunnel” to get all the soap off. I did do it because I didn’t want to return the car with soap and streaks all over it, on top of the three scratches. I did make sure there was no one in front of me in the “tunnel” nor anyone behind me, but I will admit it was a stretch for me to go back through that automatic car wash, aka bumper car car wash. I am not sure this will be a service that I use again. I did ask the manager of the car wash, “How often does this happen in the car wash?” They handled the entire incident beautifully, but this question they didn’t answer. Hmmmm….

I will leave this to you, my beautiful blogging friends, to let me know if you have heard of this happening before or am I the first?

Happy Tuesday folks. Remember cars aren’t meant to be bumper cars and love what you do.

xoxo Joanna

P.S. Sorry again Bubba!

July 28th, 2023 Update ~ The car wash company had agreed to fix the scratches on our friend’s car, but the whole hard plastic bumper was going to need to be replaced. The car wash company backed out. They told us it is the fault of the person in front who went out of the track. We were all in neutral and isn’t it the fault of the employees who didn’t shut down the system when they saw me bonking the car in front and then got bonked from behind which caused the accident? We shall see what unfolds folks.

Be Astounded by Top-Down Wipers

I was 49 and 3 days years old when my son pointed out a Lexus with a back wiper that came down from the top.

Astounding.

Revolutionary.

Mind blowing.

Why don’t all wipers come down from the top?

The wiper was hidden up at the top under the overhang of the car. I didn’t even notice it! It wiped away the equal amount of the window as a wiper coming from the bottom, so why don’t all cars have this?

Imagine scraping the snow off the window in the winter without a wiper to contend with at the bottom?

Imagine not having that back wiper sticking out to grab onto an oversize sweater you are wearing?

Imagine less wear and tear on the wiper as it doesn’t sit in the snow/rain/hail/sun every single day?

I am guessing in the next few years that every single car will have a back wiper that comes down from the top, unless someone can tell me some negatives from this really revolutionary idea.

And that’s my random thought from this week.

Have a sunny, relaxing Sunday and love what you do.

xoxo Joanna

Be Finding Forward

Forward.

Moving not backwards.

Forwards.

Moving in a direction.

Which one will we choose?

Moving from the west to the east.

Finding the dance that takes you forward.

Into your dreams.

Into your spirit.

Into your spidey sense.

Presence.

How does one stay present?

Moving forward?

This is what I have learned and this is what propels me forward.

Taking peeks into the tiny, narrow, rear view mirror to pour gratitude into where I came from.

Gratitude.

Love.

Letting go.

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Looking straight-forward into my large, expansive windshield watching the exciting places I am going.

Joy.

Peace.

Light.

Eyes, wide open, looking for the gold thread of hope woven throughout my day.

Holding my empty hands of faith.

God’s goodness poured out over all our lives.

Into my hands.

Will we choose to look for it?

Will we choose to have open hands to receive it?

Moving forwards.

Dancing the dance of my life.

Trusting.

Fun.

Faith.

Forward.

Smooch, Joanna

Be a Dream Car

I fell in love with a car!

Way back in 2001.

I had the great privilege to commute with an amazing group of human beings to a small outlying “VIlle” to teach.  I taught  thirty-three grade six and seven students and had a third of the school in my class, even though there were 6 teachers on staff.  The school was declining in size!  I was fortunate to learn many new things, fall in love with my students and the staff and find my dream car.

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Is it weird that I had never had a dream car before?

Is is strange that my dream was a van?

Perhaps, God knew about the brood of boys that were coming into our life six years later.

I have fallen in love with how he prepares me for “events” in my life.

Day by day.

Person by person.

Story by story.

In 2001, we commuted in a brand, spanking new 2001 grey Honda Odyssey.   On those 5:45am pick-ups, this vehicle was luxury.  With its captain seats and personal water bottles, I thought that I had it made! And that was how my dream was created.

One day.

Some how.

I would own a 2001 Honda Odyssey.

Ten years later, in 2011, we decided to look for a Honda Odyssey as we awaited the birth of our third and three car seats would not fit in the back of our current vehicle.

Enter stage left, a beautiful grey 2001 Honda Odyssey that we could pay cash for and enjoy every day until last Friday.

She decided to stop on the side of the highway.

Just like that!   She sat there for three days while we pondered and prayed and wandered and wondered.

A few friends sat together in our wonderings.

And we are so grateful!

This van taught me how to dream, about cars.

Now she is reminding me how to dream in others ways.

Perhaps our life is meant to be with one car?

I wonder what will happen in the next weeks so that we could pay cash for a new car?

I am excited.

I am leaning in with anticipation.

I am dreaming.

I am so grateful for this dream car!