"careful" driver with a good record.

recently, i got a notice in the mail saying that our car insurance was being lowered because i have a good driving record.  well wait.  i might've just lied.  i don't know for sure that it said our car insurance was being lowered (i maybe just saw that on a commercial). if it didn't say that...it should've!  and even if it didn't, whatever.  i'm just so happy that the law (the law? the insurance company? i don't know these things) are on my side about me being a good driver.

you see, jeff thinks (and makes his thoughts known) that i'm a bad driver.  i always tell him, i'm not a bad driver i'm just a careful driver.  leave a girl alone.  i learned to drive in a small town with one four-way stop in the middle of town and no stop lights.  and you usually knew the other person at the four-way stop so you were too busy waving to be messing with turn signals and what-not.  see? he's just mad because i'm a friendlier driver than him.  plus, he should be glad i'm a careful driver since i'm always carrying around his precious cargo! :)

the day he got a jeep was just an all around good day for me.  when he had his fast little sporty car i'm pretty sure he thought he was Mario Andretti, and that didn't bode well for someone who gets car sick easily.  of course, now that he has a jeep - he thinks he's The Terminator...but i can deal with The Terminator i guess.  and actually, now that he has a jeep he's become a much friendlier driver, too!  when he was purchasing the jeep the salesman told him that he was now entering a super secret club that all jeep wrangler owners are in (i added the "super secret" to make it seem cooler, he didn't really say that).  i guess they all feel some sort of camaraderie for each other so they all wave at each other when they pass by.  he's totally embraced his new jeep owner status, and started waving at his fellow jeep owners right away.  i guess that's cool and all.  but sometimes it does get a little awkward when he forgets we're in the van.

so anyway.  when i got this notice in the mail saying i was officially a good driver, you better believe i started wearing that title around like a badge of honor!  now, whenever he corrects my driving i am able to remind him that we didn't see his name on the notice declaring him a good driver, now did we? (pretentious look) no, we did not.

i do realize i'm not a perfect driver.  i have recieved two tickets throughout my driving career.  although, one totally should've been excused or at least just a warning.  i got pulled over on the way to my bridal shower, where i was obviously the guest of honor, and i explained this to the police officer and he did not care (angry look), and then i was late (angrier look). i should've called his wife and told her what he'd done and she would've slapped him for me.  actually, he probably wasn't married.  yes, that must be it.

aaaanyway.  now that i drive a van, i figure i'm pretty much in the clear for getting pulled over.  surely, cops figure if a van is speeding it's for something important.  like someone's in labor, or a screaming child that's hungry or needs to go to the bathroom or something, right?  although, knowing my luck, as soon as i got pulled over my children would sprout wings and grow halos.

i do realize i talk about my mini-van alot.  but i can't help it! i'm obsessed with it.  it's seriously the best thing ever.  i feel like when i load up the girls to go somewhere, and we set out on our journey (usually target), that we can CONQUER THE WORLD!  i know most people think once you get a mini-van you've bought a one-way ticket to "lameville".  but too late, i was already there.  i don't see my mini-van as lame at all.  when i pull up to target and hit those double door open buttons, what you see.......

is this

but what i FEEL

is this!

so anyway.  all that to say...i'm a good driver.  the state of Illinois says so.  (or maybe just the insurance company, again, i don't know these things).