We feel like we live out in the country. We live about 20 minutes outside one of the major US metropolis areas (Atlanta) but we are far enough out that it still seems like the country. We live on the outskirts of our town and we still have to dodge the deer and other critters occasionally while driving. Unless you’re like #3 and you have to dodge the curbs, but we’ve already gone over that before. We especially have to be careful around dusk or dawn. For some reason, it seems like ALL the critters want to cross the road around those times: deer, fox, rabbits, squirrels, chipmunks, cats, dogs, you name it.
When #3 was born my husband was downsized from his job less than a week later. Talk about bad timing. He got a job with another restaurant chain that wanted him to train in Virginia in a town that just happened to be near (by country standards) my parents. PERFECT! I had never been around family when we had any of our children so that was a real treat. We stayed with my parents (yes, me, hubby and all three of our kids) for about 3 months while hubby trained with his new company. After his training they assigned him “permanently” to the store where he had trained. So we ended up moving lock, stock, barrel and three kids from Georgia to Virginia when #3 was almost 3 months old.
At the time we had a mini-van and a 1984 Buick Skylark (it was 1991) that we called the “poo car”. Bless its heart but that car ended up EARNING its nick name more than once.
This car looks MUCH better than the poo car. Shortly before we had moved, hubby had a little “mishap” with the car and we only had liability coverage so it wouldn’t cover our damage. He had bought “parts” at a junk yard but we hadn’t gotten around to getting it painted yet. The car was originally white with Burgundy interior. So, I guess we were being sorta cool since the hood was now Burgundy… but the bumper was navy blue and one of the fenders and I think the driver’s door were more of a primer color. Yeah, buddy, we were stylln’.
First off, when we moved, we came back to Georgia and hubby packed what he could (that he was gonna need immediately) in the POO car and drove back to Virginia with our black lab Lucy while I stayed in Georgia painting, cleaning carpet, packing up the house AND taking care of three kids (aged 7½, 6, and 3 mos). But I think I got the better end of the deal considering that poor Lucy got carsick on the way to Virginia and Hubby had to clean up the mess that was running out of both ends of poor Lucy. Not a pretty sight I’m sure, not to mention the SMELL. I TOLD you it earned its name…
Anyway, we moved into an OLD house out in the country. When I say we lived in a small town… I mean it, literally. Seriously, the town sign (you know those green highway signs that tell you when you enter and exit a town?) was on BOTH sides of the same post. We literally WERE the town. The house we lived in had been built in the early 1900’s and it was attached to an old store that used to house that town’s post office. It was a neat place to live but we WERE in the boonies. We lived on the one straight stretch of that highway that I think existed. It was a main artery for truckers between the town my hubby worked in and a few towns “over the mountain”. You could hear the 18 wheelers gearing up and down and they would roll by flying. So we had to dodge the 18 wheelers as well as the critters while we lived there. Pulling out of that parking lot was always an adventure.
One day hubby got off work early (around dusk… the evil hour!) and was headed home when a “kitty” darted across the road in front of him. He said he could have sworn he hit it but didn’t see it so he slammed on the brakes and backed up to check to make sure he wasn’t gonna have to take it to the emergency vet or something. He finally saw it on the edge of the road so he pulled over closer to it and rolled down the window and was calling out “Here, kitty, kitty. Here kitty, kitty.” This is what the kitty looked like:
You guessed it. “Kitty” got him but GOOD…. I think I SMELLED the car before I heard it that night. Seriously, you could smell it from inside the house. With the windows shut. We used tomato juice, vinegar, all the home remedies that we could find to get rid of that smell. And eventually it did subside but it never was the same.
Yeah, we kept old POO car a couple more years. Heck, we had three kids… we couldn’t afford another car! We ended up moving to TN about 6 or 8 months after the “kitty” incident and poor hubby had to ride from Virginia to MEMPHIS (YEP, CLEAR across the whole state of TN) with Lucy. And she did have one accident on the way but not nearly as bad as the one on the way TO Virginia. We were smart enough that time to get something from the vet to relax her for the trip but hubby said every time the poor thing passed gas(the dog, not him) he was afraid to look over his shoulder!
WE moved back to Georgia in 1993 still with POO car and ended up selling it a couple of years later to a friend’s teenage daughter for like $100 who drove it for several years. And she still called it Poo Car. She was stinky (the car, not the friend’s daughter), but she was good…