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Summer 2014

The summer started & ended on all kinds of crazy. Well depending on your definition of crazy. In May I finally got Nationally Registered for my EMT certification and promptly applied to Schlitterbahn (Hottest Coolest Time in Texas!! Don’t lie you sang the tune when you read that.) to be First Aid in the park. It helps when your husband is on his fourth season there & can at least get you an interview. I got hired on the first week of June & started working that weekend. My main goal was to get my feet wet in the field until I could land a more permanent position somewhere in the EMS industry. Also because it’d be nice to get some extra cash to pay off some debt since student loans went into repayment during the summer as well. Yaaaaaay. *sarcasm*

I was still working my full time 8-5 as well as Mike working his full-time department. The only FULL day I spent with him was Father’s Day. When I say full day, I mean wake up next to each other, enjoy a cup of coffee in bed while we scroll through our respective facebook feeds, shower, clean house, make lunch, rent a movie… you get the idea. The rest of the time its see each other at 9 or 10pm when he’s getting home from wherever, I’m already in bed, he kisses me before turning my light out & putting whatever book I’m reading on my nightstand. We finally had a WHOLE weekend together mid-August where we go to enjoy some time together and try some new restraurants. It was just what we needed.

Did I mention he’s also in night classes twice a week for AEMT? Yup. That too. So depending on if he is on shift the next day (classes are held at the station), he will just spend the night there to save on gas and get a decent night’s rest. LoL we really don’t have social lives. Over the years I’ve noticed we thrive on this kind of schedule though. The times we do see each other ALL. THE. TIME. it kind of turns deadly & resorts to mumbling “When the hell is he/she going back to work? Shit.” Haha it sounds horrible but its how we work.

Thank God Schlitterbahn is finally closed for the season. It’ll open back up in the spring and we’ll apply for the 2015 season. For now though… I’m looking forward to Wurstfest! It’s a yearly birthday tradition since we moved out here and it’ll mean Mike is done with his AEMT class too!! So close. So close. Stay tuned for more adventures!

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*Pretty much how we saw each other all summer. Texting pictures to each other while on opposite ends of the park.*

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Our Only Summer Weekend Together

Remember the post I wrote about Our Crazy Summer? Well this is about the ONLY weekend we got to spend together this summer. I mean full fledged had nothing schedule except the seat of our pants. on Saturday, I had made an appointment for my eye doctor to get an Rx for my contacts and some back up glasses. On our way into San Antonio, we stopped by the new Dunkin Donuts in the Stone Oak area. Because obviously. America runs on Dunkin and all. Geez I wish they would put one in our town. In our town none of the Starbucks have drive-thrus and Einstein’s coffee is ehhhhhh. Hopefully one day.

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So we made it to my eye appointment and then swung by Mike’s optometrist to see if there were any glasses he would like. Somehow we lucked out recently with badass vision insurance at his job and it would be fairly inexpensive. This man has had the same glasses since I met him in 2007 and the cat chewed the rubber pieces off by the ear section. Sometimes he could clearly see out of them other times not so much. He ended up with a nice Nike pair that make him look even more sexy than he is already. I decided to try on a few pair and naturally gravitated to the Coach section without realizing it. (My current pair in the Dunkin Donuts picture are Coach.) Mike says it’s because I have champagne taste on a tap water budget. Pshhhhh whatevs. I tried this red pair on about three times and couldn’t stop thinking about them. As I was taking a picture of these to remember when I come back later to purchase them… this happens. Yeah that’s my manchild photobombing my picture.

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After all that we did a little shopping. I was looking for a particular item that caused us to take advantage of a “Buy one, get one 1/2 half off” sale at a shoe store so we got new tennis shoes. We went by a few other stores but those were definitely a need after tearing up ours from working at Schlitterbahn all summer. By this point we are starving. The one place I was really excited to try for lunch was closed so we tried Freetail Brewing instead. It’s a microbrewery on the North Central-ish side of San Antonio. It was actually fairly good. We’ll definitely try it again.

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For Sunday I surprised Mike by telling him that we were going golfing and I would let him teach me how to golf. (When I say TEACH me, I mean that in the physical sense. I know enough about the GAME of golf that I can hold my own in a conversation with someone. I just get super frustrated when I miss that stupid little ball and it’s still sitting there post-swing.) I swear the look of excitement on his face was so cute. After brunch we were going to go to a local place but it looked like rain so we did a little shopping and headed to Austin. My BFF mentioned Top Golf and we decided to try it. Luckily we got in right before noon and got the half price special. I will say that it was a smidge pricey if we hadn’t gotten in at half-price. It’s a great date night idea, especially if you can get a few friends to go and share the cost of a bay.

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Mike of course was able to whack it all the way to the back but he’s been playing for YEARS. He set me up with the basics and I then proceeded to down two beers to help me get through this rough experience. It was frustrating. There were many a times I said “Your turn!” because I was about to throw the damn club into one of those nets. (LoL I have anger issues with that little ball, don’t judge.) Mike teases me that I’m a perfectionist, well yeah I’d like to do it properly so I don’t pull something and then limp like an old person afterwards. How many times did I swing and miss but never took my eyes off the ball? Several. How awkward was it to keep my arms in the same place and only use my hips. Tremendously awkward. But as soon as I got into a groove… WATCH OUT! I hit fairly straight too. *When I do hit it* 😉 By the time we finished our hour, we were all kinds of sweaty and gross. It was beyond humid that day. Then we headed home.

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All in all it was a fun weekend. It was nice to FINALLY spend some quality time with my long lost husband. Even though by that evening we were asking each other “When do you go back to work again?” (That’s our teasing way of saying “You’re being a pain in my arse.”) Two full days together is sufficient for us. LoL I really do love him. Or I wouldn’t have put up with him for 7 years.

OH! I started looking around online for a set of golf clubs that I could piddle around with until I got good enough to buy a nice set. Craigslist? Bust. They (multiple posters) wanted like $300 for clubs from the 80’s that probably haven’t seen the light of day since 1995. Really? No. Dick’s was still a little pricey for my taste. I got on our local facebook trade group and posted an “ISO” thread (In Search Of, for those over the age of 40). A guy messaged me saying his wife wanted to sell hers & I could have them for $100. I sent the picture to Mike and he said to take it! OOOOOOK. I met up with him, got the clubs, and showed Mike. He says they are actually a nice brand. I’m more worried about the thrown up pepto look all over it. Ugh. So. Much. Pink. Whatever they will serve a purpose. Now that I finally have my own set, we are on a mission to scope out local driving ranges to practice on. I’ll keep y’all posted.

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The Great Debate: 50 Shades of Grey

Alright let’s get all this out in the open. Let’s talk. If you are uncomfortable with reading about sex, BDSM, or trashy romance novels, then you definitely should keep reading this. Why are we still treating this as taboo?

The Facts:

  • I read the series last summer. I felt it was poorly written, especially grammatically.
  • I have no desire to see the movie. Realistically, to capture what happened in the books and for it to be worth the time, the movie would need to be NC-17 or a porno.
  • I read oodles of romance novels, some very graphic, others tame, and still get it on with my husband very frequently. I’ll go more in depth about why I brought that up further down.

*Sex/BDSM*

Here’s what has been circulating since this book crossed the pond into the radical Christian nation known as America. *shaking my head* Unfortunately, because our country is so hung up on making sex a taboo topic it’s hard to talk about things like 50 Shades of Grey (the good and the bad) without someone condemning your for your choice of literary works. Yes, I read the series. No, I didn’t care for it. Yes, I have read WAY better BDSM books than that junk. *I can loan you a few if you’d like.* While reading this series, I had to put it down several times because it made me ragey. To the point that I would be mad for days before I could pick it back up again. (If you didn’t know already, I am a survivor of domestic violence so I can vouch between abuse and BDSM.) The character of Christian Grey is an abuser. I loathe him. Mr. Grey is nothing like my husband who is a Dominant in many aspects yet has never HURT me in an abusive manner. My husband has never followed me in secret nor controlled what I do or who I hang out with, unlike Mr. Grey to Ana. My husband has NEVER disrespected me. Ever. The way 50 Shades is written, Christian Grey coerces Ana into being his victim. She is not a submissive. She is essentially an escort being bought by Mr. Grey with a flashy car, the use of his helicopter, and all of his wealth. For the longest time I couldn’t put my finger on why I didn’t enjoy this series. I knew it rubbed me the wrong way but I was lacking the vocabulary on why. Then I came across this from the Canadian Victims Rights page. It finally all made sense. Christian Grey is my ex-husband. An abuser. A traumatized man. Someone who needs serious help. I stayed away from BDSM themed books for a long time. I just couldn’t wrap my mind around it. Even though I dabbled in it with my ex and enjoyed it, after he tried to kill me, it made me question every decision I ever made with him. Was I forced to be restrained? Did I actually enjoy it or was it coercion? Am I the screwed up one? So many questions. Until I read the Rescue Me Series by Kallypso Masters a few weeks ago. Oh. My. God. Talk about someone who does their research. After finishing Nobody’s Perfect (#3) I finally realized that I did enjoy some BDSM aspects and that it is therapeutic for me, much like for Savi (main female character). 

So no you can’t accurately compare BDSM with 50 Shades because Mrs. James blatantly disregards the first rule of BDSM (Safe, Sane, & Consensual) throughout her story. Trust. Communication. Honesty. Those are my three in my sexual relationship. I trust that my husband will keep me safe. Communication that I am in the right frame of mind at the right moment to enjoy our encounter. Lastly, honesty that I’m going into that particular moment willingly and of my own accord. Once people can start to understand these aspects then they can distinguish crap like 50 Shades and real BDSM relationships.

10446073_10152156208791512_5786054985954811125_o*Marriage*

First off it is none of your damn business what goes on in anyone’s marriage but your own. The fact that all these Christian bloggers, ministers, and whatever else are going around telling people what they can and can’t read because “God says so” need to reevaluate their own priorities. The part that irks me beyond anything else is that “they” (the overtly religious) ASSUME that no one can have a healthy marriage while reading romance, and *gasp* BDSM too. In fact, for some, it can help a marriage. For us personally we are secure enough in our marriage and our own self-worth that we use romance novels and “porn” as tools to keep our relationship alive and heated. Sometimes I may come across a scene in a book that sounds like fun and try it out on my husband, and he loves it. Or the day he read an article in a “men’s magazine” that gave him an idea to bring to the bedroom. I was pleasantly surprised and willing. While reading yet another blog post chastising a spouse’s choice in reading material it dawned on me that many people have huge insecurities they can not get past. It seems this very way with Mrs. Haley Smith in her post The Problem with 50 Shades of Grey while she thoroughly paints a picture of a man doing what the secular woman would by fawning over a fictional character. Then she ends the scene with this:

“Imma tell you right now. If that ever happened to me, The Man would wake up by a punch to the throat and see that he doesn’t have any eyebrows left cause I had shaved them off in his sleep. Straight up! Some of ya’ll are thinking that’s violent and crazy and that I need Jesus. You. Are. Right.”

Oooooook. First off this tells me that there are some underlying self-esteem issues within yourself that you are irate and jealous over a fictional character. Someone who doesn’t exist. Reality check honey. There is a real someone out there better than you. It’s just a matter of whether your husband would meet said hypothetical person in his lifetime. Here’s a tip. As long as you keep him happy in bed and in your marriage, I doubt he’ll go seeking comfort elsewhere. You don’t think children fantasize about different parents because their own parent is being “mean” or “unfair”? That’s life. It’s what we as humans do.

THE BEST response I have seen to date on this discussion was from a “Lissa” on PureFreedom’s I’m Not Reading 50 Shades of GreyThis is Lissa’s response:

@Dannah Thank you for your well thought out response. I appreciate how much time and effort you put into these responses. But I’m not happy with your condemnation of the term “BDSM”

Your thoughts on what is commonly referred to as “BDSM” are intensely skewed.

I am far from a feminist, but I DO believe that God looks at me as a beautiful child, a person of worth, worth sacrificing a great deal for. If I for one moment felt that this aggressive style of relations (note that I did not say “relationship”. It does not define our marriage.) made me less of a person, or if my husband thought less of me during these interactions, it would cease to happen.

I don’t really expect you to understand, because unless you have natural tendencies toward this, it is easy to see it on par with abuse and rape. That is exactly what it is NOT. My point was only that scripture doesn’t even come close to addressing the issue, and so to condemn it is ridiculous. I am well aware of the example our Lord set for us when He walked this earth. I find so many of those qualities is my husband – his Christlikeness was what drew me to him in the first place. And none of the verses you quoted about him relate to BDSM in any way.

Bondage: My husband does not capture me and tie me up against my will. The bondage of sin ,which Christ freed me from, is not at all comparable to being tied up for pleasure.

Dominance: What essentially happens in our bedroom is that I hand over power to my husband for an amount of time. But in the end, I have the final say over what happens. Anything out of my comfort zone doesn’t. Period. It is commonly known as a “power exchange”. It is an illusion. My husband does not become a tyrant.

Sadism/Masochism: These words are not as black as you make them sound. In a rapist, yes, sadism is a dark word. In a consenting marriage, they go hand in hand, and are not ugly at all. My desire for pain and his willingness to give it to me (in a safe, controlled environment) bring us both pleasure. It is beautiful, not evil.

BDSM is NOT rape and torture. That is a common misconception amongst people whose tastes do not turn that way, and that is unfortunate. You don’t have to practice it. Just don’t condemn it.

But again, I don’t understand how you can put a limit on something that is so beautifully intimate between two people. Why can you decide that what is pleasurable for both a man and a woman inside the bedroom, what is consensual, what is monogamous, and what is often precedented or followed by prayer and thanks for the gifts God has given us, is wrong? I’m not exactly certain how that is different from early missionaries telling converts in heathen society that certain sexual positioning is unpleasing to God, or that sex is purely for conception of children.

When it is done correctly, BDSM can be a very healthy part of a Christian marriage. It is clearly not for you or your husband, but that does not make it wrong.

Lissa”

I apologize for this long winded post but I was so sick of people telling me that because I chose a particular way to enjoy my life that is not harming others and that is agreed upon with my spouse, that I am going to hell or eventually getting divorced or feeding the problem. When you have actually been sexually and physically abused you find whatever you can to help you get through the traumatic memories. For some of us it’s through BDSM, while others it’s drugs/alcohol/religion/etc. I’d rather have the BDSM thank you. You can keep your perfect God fearing marriage with your vanilla husband that you probably only use the missionary position for and I’ll keep my protective Alpha-male who rips my clothes off and makes me feel like a princess yet is willing to explore anything new to keep our love strong. If your relationship works for you that’s fine but keep your damn mouth shut about mine. If you don’t want to read a book or watch a movie or whatever that makes you feel icky then don’t but please stop telling everyone else what they need to do with their life.

Yours Truly,

An Abuse Survivor Who Thrives on Adrenaline & Pain While Reading Any Romance Novel I Can Get My Hands On 🙂

Blender Bottle Beast Mode

You see what happened was…
I went a little “beast mode” on the blender bottle before going to the gym yesterday. We had to switch things up and go after work instead of in the morning like usual, so I took my preworkout/ protein powder mix in my lunch bag for later. All the blender bottles had been washed the night before and this one was fresh from the dishwasher. I pull up to the gym and am about unscrew it to pour my water into the bottle when my hand gets caught on it. Then I look closer and there’s a frickin crack in it!!! Like if I had shaken it, preworkout mix would have been ALL OVER the car. Mike said it was a new bottle. I think it was a knockoff one. Piece of junk. Mike was on his way to meet me at the gym and luckily when I called he hadn’t left the house yet and brought me a spare lid. YAY! 
He got to the gym and I showed him what happened. His response? “You shouldn’t have gone all beast mode on it and we’d still have nice things.” Hmph. Whatever. I still got my workout in and knocked out my sets like a champ. Even if I whined a little bit during dumbbell flyes and the lying tricep extensions. (I always feel like I’m going to drop/whack myself in the face laying down.) 
I posted the picture on instagram with #blenderbottle. I was sifting through the hashtag and came across this picture. I laughed. Yeaaaaaaaaah we’re so on our way to being that couple. Now if I can get Mike into the habit of not hoarding the bottles in his truck and bringing them inside to wash then we’ll be good to go. I swear it’s like finding matching socks to get a blender bottle around here! 

I’ll be shopping for new fancy girly blender bottles today after work. LOTS of pink and orange may deter him. HA! Who am I kidding he sports a Thirty-One red fru-fru bag to carry all his protein powders in. Oh well. I think if we have 14 bottles one for each of us for each day of the week, we MAY be ok in that department. Stay tuned for more beast mode shenanigans!!

My Second Tattoo… I’ll Never Tell

I guess you are finally catching on that I live my life by movie/tv quotes. No seriously. When Mike & I carry on a conversation at least every other comment is a quote thrown in there for good measure. Not sure why we do it but it just happens. Anyways, when Sharky (tattoo artist) asked me what my tattoo represented I replied with “I’ll never tell…” She asked if it’s coordinates to a dead body somewhere? HA! Wouldn’t you like to know? *wink*
CALM DOWN!!! It’s the coordinates to Concord, Massachusetts. Back in 2010 Mike and I went on a week long vacation to Boston and the surrounding areas to visit his family.  Before we left, we decided to get married while we were there so his 90 year old grandmother could be a part of it. Only his mom knew before we left so she didn’t cut us out of the will. (Just kidding. Love you Jan!!)
Back to the tattoo. I had been wanting some kind of connecting tattoo to Mike if God forbid anything happened to him. We talked about possibly getting matching/complimentary ring tattoos since he doesn’t wear his at work for safety reasons. (See this image for why. Disclaimer it’s gross.) He liked the idea but wasn’t sold on it. I also liked the idea of a tattoo in his handwriting in white ink on my wrist so I’d always have a reminder of him to look at. One of my BFF’s suggested that may work against me if I ever try to get a job in the corporate world and I concurred and kept looking. I ran across a few fire wives who had this piece of a firefighter and his woman, which I really liked but felt that it would be a horrid reminder if he died or was injured on the job. Nixed that one. Then I came across this one of a girl who tattooed the important places in her life. OHHH now we’re onto something.
I’ve decided to use coordinates that are significant to Mike & I, now of where?
  • San Antonio was definitely out. Too many sketchy memories in that city for us.
  • Maybe New Braunfels? Ehhhh we’ve only lived here for 3 years, nothing too exciting.
  • Well Concord was at the top of my list because it was our first “real” vacation, where we eloped, and the start to OUR chapter of life. I liked it. No. I LOVED IT! Sold.
Now onto Location, Location, Location. 
 
I’ve very much against visible tattoos when in the work place so arms, legs, neck were out. Definitely not on my stomach since I haven’t had kids yet and there’s no telling how awful that’ll look after the fact. (A waste of a couple hundred bucks is what it would be.) I’m very much against tramp stamps because I LOATHE when my shirt rides up my back and you can see the top of my pants. Hip was a possibility but wasn’t keen on it for some reason. Would rather save that spot for a big gorgeous piece later down the road. I joked with Mike I was going to do it under my boob and he said absolutely not. Ok. Ok. After all this I decide on my left ribs. The left side is the side of my wedding ring, and long thought the side of where your heart is. (Right hand, left side of chest on heart for National Anthem? Get it?)
Part two of my decision of my tattoo came the week of my appointment. It totally dawned on me like a frickin lightbulb. *CLICK* Why not have Mike write out the coordinates? So it’s OUR location with a piece of HIM!! I’m a frickin genius. Go ahead. Say it. Man I amaze myself sometimes. WOO-HOO!! Now I’m excited. I’m in love with this tattoo and I don’t even have it yet.
*Sharky*
I had already researched a few different places and came across a local tattoo shop in San Marcos. All of the work displayed on their website was beautiful, intricate, experienced looking. (Meaning they weren’t newbies.) I had a date set aside already to hang out with my BFF and she reminded me I should probably make an appointment to insure I got in to get the work done. Gave them a holler and one of the artists said they would have a guest artist from New York there and asked if I would want to get it done by her? Sure! Why not. I googled her of course before going in. She had some really amazing work on instagram @beforethewrathcomes. We set up the appointment and then my nerves started getting hyped up until Saturday rolled around.
*Coordinates finished*
My BFF and I arrived about 30 mins early because 1)we ran out of quick things to do before my appointment 2) figured I could get started on paperwork until my time was next. Luckily Sharky wasn’t working on anyone when we got there so she said we could get started early. I handed her the papers with all of Mike’s scribbles and we picked out one that was the clearest and straightest. She blew it up just a little bit so it wouldn’t be too squished together and cause the ink to bleed later on. Then we went to the back and got started. (After all the obligatory signing of the release of liability and “no-I’m-not-drunk-or-stoned-or-pregnant” paperwork.) Blah, Blah, Blah… lay on the table… lift your shirt… turn this way… scooch up… scooch over… I swear it’s like being at the doctor’s office for your yearly. LoL
HERE WE GO!!!! 
 
I tell you what if you ever want practice for labor, get a tattoo. I’ve totally got that breathing through the pain thing down pat. Inhale right before the pain starts and exhale while it’s happening. Even though I had gotten a tattoo three years ago, this one hurt in a different kind of way. I’m not sure how to explain it. It was just different. Really irritating though. So we got done and this is what it looks like!!! I’m so happy with it! I couldn’t stop looking at it. EEEEEEK! And then…
*Coordinates up close*
I decided to get another while I was there. Well not really but technically. Like I said I had a purple ribbon from a few years ago that I had gotten as part of my healing from surviving Domestic Violence from my ex-husband. (1st Tattoo story here.) It had faded drastically in the three years I’ve had it. Not sure why until I met Sharky, she gave me the low down. But that is not my expertise to tell so I’ll just say that she fixed it for me and did a marvelous job!! I was expecting just a touch up but she redid the whole thing and says it should “stay” for at least ten years and if not to call her.
Well I may be calling her for more later on anyways but that’s neither here nor there at this precise moment. 
 
*Sharky working on the ribbon*
I tell you what though… WOW. The ribbon hurt like a sum beach this time around. Couldn’t tell you why but I was doing a helluva a lot of breathing through this one. Until about the last 15-20 mins and then it was kinda numb. All in all I was there about an hour and a half to two hours from the time I walked in the door to the time I walked out. I also absolutely love the new ribbon! It’s awesome and  I’m thrilled I took a chance with Sharky. Hopefully one day I’ll get some more work by her. My BFF texted Mike pictures of the finished pieces and his response was “Looks awesome.” Man of little words. LoL but he really does think they look good and that’s important since they are in places I can’t see anyways. hehe
Now he’s claiming he’s going to get the coordinates in my handwriting on him. HA! I’ll believe it when I see it. Until then I’ll keep admiring mine in the mirror. 😀 Love em. I simply love them.
*Before & After*
**I would like to give all photo credit to my BFF who went with me. She shall remain nameless because she has this super fancy high security corporate government job and well… she’s just special. HA! Fancy bitch. Love you though!! And thanks again for going with me!!

Nicotine Free House? Oh God…

Last night as Mike & I were driving home from running a few errands he dropped a bomb on me. Ok not in a bad way but still a shocker. He tells me he has an interview with one of the local hospitals to be an ER Tech but it requires him being nicotine free.

DUM DUM DUM!! 

My man, the 20 year nicotine fiend, is gonna kick the habit? I can truthfully tell you I’m a little nervous. He can be a serious grump when he’s out of dip. Kind of like me right before a meal. Deathly. Anyways, I told him I’d support him anyway I could and that he is  perfectly capable of doing this.

Coincidentally at this point in time I’m was two days caffeine free and REALLY wanting a soda or coffee or chocolate. ARGGGGGGGGGG! This is our journey together. We can do this. As long as no one pisses us off at our jobs. Seriously. Also, buying oodles more coffee for him at home for me to resist. Shit. This sucks.

Keep us in your prayers. We don’t have bail money.

Mah NEW CAR!!! 2011 Nissan Rogue

Pictured below is my very first car I bought all on my own in 2007. I picked it out, I test drove it, I financed it by myself. At the time I was separating from “Sparda” and wanted something fun that I could play in. I didn’t need four doors since it was “Me, Myself, & I” for the time being. I bought some off-roading tires since it was a 4×4 and I played. I had a lot of fun in that Explorer. UNTIL it started acting like a Ford. You know, “Found On Road Dead” or “Fix Or Repair Daily”. Yeah not thrilled with putting money into a car you are still making payments on. So Mike & I finally had enough.
*2003 Ford Explorer Sport 4×4*
We had been car shopping in theory for a year or two. Thinking ahead to when we have kids what would be safe and easy to get car seats in and out of yet gas efficient while I’m still in school. We really had our hearts set on a Volkswagen Jetta TDI. The Jetta is safe, the diesel gets AMAZING gas mileage, it has four doors, BUT was definitely out of our price range. Even the 2-3 year old models would put us over our budget. (Although knowing they hold their value so well was another great selling point.) We kept looking. 
We talked to my mother-in-law, since she knows EVERYBODY, and asked her for a trustworthy dealership. She recommended San Marcos Auto Outlet, apparently a few co-workers had some great experiences there so that’s where we headed. Took a gander at their used car inventory online and I really fell in love with the Nissan Rogue and Murano. Granted I’ve always thought they were pretty SUVs and Nissan has a more expensive appeal to it. Not quite Cadillac but not Pontiac, ya know? 

Now I’m not the person to put my pinky up when it comes to cars. I drove a 1997 Dodge Ram 1500 for pete’s sake before I bought my Explorer. LOVED that truck. 
I really like the shape of Nissan, wasn’t boxy, wasn’t too big or too small, wasn’t too high or low off the ground. (Geez it sounds like a 3 Little Bears story, right?) Now came the fun part. I started researching so I could back up my infatuation with the Nissan. The gas mileage was superb at 22/26 (later I was told by the sales lady that she had people say they got up to 22/28 on theirs). It was obviously four doors so that was a check on the list. 
Tinted windows? Check.
Power locks, windows, mirrors? Check.
Automatic? Check.
(All the mandatory essentials were taken care of.)
Would I have loved a sunroof? Absolutely! 
Would I have loved a 3rd row seat option? You bet! 
Did I REALLY REALLY REALLY want it in orange? OMG yes! 
Were any of those do or die? No. We narrowed it down to the red Rogue, a white Rogue, and a silver Dodge Journey. (The sales lady wanted us to at least look at the Journey just in case. I didn’t like the gas mileage at 17/22 so why would I even look at it?) Anywho, we started the process and made an appointment for 9am on a Saturday. By that time the white Rogue had been sold. Oh well. We filled out tons of paperwork, test drove it, and of course I fell in love. 
Mike just liked the fact that it was red. I’m assuming in hopes that I’ll not speed as much to avoid tickets. Pshhhhh yeah right! Also, I think so it’ll feel like he’s driving his engine all the time now. 😉 
After 5 hours at the dealership, and countless signatures later, we drove off the lot with my “new to me” Nissan Rogue!!! It’s so perty huh? I really do love this car. Now it’s being referred to as the “Mommy Mobile” even though I’m kidless for now. Weird. Whatever. Go ahead gawk at the pictures! I’m still in awe every time I get into it. 

*The trunk is much bigger than it looks*
This next set of pictures is from when I loaded the car up after shopping for my work’s Christmas party. This little suv holds a TON!

*View from the driver side back seat*

*View from the passenger side back seat*

*A LOT of beer* 
-24 pack of Bud light x 2
-12 pack Miller Light bottles
-12 pack Coors Light bottles
-12 pack Shiner Bock bottles
-6 pack of Stella Artois x 6
-6 pack of various wine bottles
-12 pack of soda x 4