Jumped My Car
Jun. 29th, 2010 04:56 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
wwcitizenIt's been about 6 months since I drove my car. Yes. Six (6) months. Reasons being:
1) We had two, no, three blizzard-quality snowstorms between January and March.
2) Matt's car was always in the front (we have tandem parking spaces, which gets annoying).
3) Matt's car is bigger (he IS Italian; Italians always drive bigger cars).
4) Matt prefers to drive because it's - apparently - more calming than riding with me (not that he's a control freak or that I'm Mario Andredi on the road...).
5) I like having the freedom to do what I want to when Matt drives - like take pictures.
6) Eh.
When we returned from one of our nights of Pride fun in NYC (the last 4 nights, mind you), we found a note on my car about painting the lines on the floor of the top deck (I like big decks, don't you?). We had to move my car out, which meant we had to jump it and take it for a spin.
We drove 20 minutes to Mahwah for sushi with Matt's sister's family and we had a lot of fun. It's so nice that the kids want to talk to Uncle Steve and share things that's going on in their lives, while Matt gets to catch up with his sister.
Samantha, the oldest and 11, told me about her beading classes, her friends, her brother's girlfriend (next story), and other things. It was really sweet. Her little brother - about 20 months younger - Michael of 9 years, told me about his drum lessons coming up, his girlfriend (I noticed later his t-shirt said, "She's Into Me" with a big yellow arrow pointing left), and his recent braces and Mohawk.
The youngest, Gianna of 3 years, sat between Matt and me and we made sure she got her food and ate. Throughout dinner, this was our conversation:
Gigi: "Uncle Teeb. Uncle Teeb. Uncle Teeb. Uncle Teeb!!"
Teeb (me): "Yes, sweetheart?"
GiGi: "Nothing. Never mind."
Teeb: turns around to engage Gigi's dad (also Matt)
1 minute later:
Gigi: "Uncle Teeb. Uncle Teeb. Uncle Teeb. Uncle Teeb!!"
Teeb: "Yes, sweetheart?"
Gigi: "Tickle, tickle, tickle... Tickle, tickle, tickle..."
Teeb: "But Gigi, I'm not ticklish!" holding up my hands in feigned confusion.
Gigi: "Why aren't you ticklish, Uncle Steve (she can say my name, she just knows it makes people laugh when she says my name wrong.)?"
Teeb: "Well, my daddy taught me not to be ticklish."
Gigi: "Why'd he do that?"
Teeb: "So that pretty little girls wouldn't tickle me, like you!"
And I tickled her. She giggled and went back to eating for about 2 minutes and the cycle started anew, unless she was playing with her sister's iPod.
Now, I wonder how long the new charge on my battery will last. The sushi was good.
1) We had two, no, three blizzard-quality snowstorms between January and March.
2) Matt's car was always in the front (we have tandem parking spaces, which gets annoying).
3) Matt's car is bigger (he IS Italian; Italians always drive bigger cars).
4) Matt prefers to drive because it's - apparently - more calming than riding with me (not that he's a control freak or that I'm Mario Andredi on the road...).
5) I like having the freedom to do what I want to when Matt drives - like take pictures.
6) Eh.
When we returned from one of our nights of Pride fun in NYC (the last 4 nights, mind you), we found a note on my car about painting the lines on the floor of the top deck (I like big decks, don't you?). We had to move my car out, which meant we had to jump it and take it for a spin.
We drove 20 minutes to Mahwah for sushi with Matt's sister's family and we had a lot of fun. It's so nice that the kids want to talk to Uncle Steve and share things that's going on in their lives, while Matt gets to catch up with his sister.
Samantha, the oldest and 11, told me about her beading classes, her friends, her brother's girlfriend (next story), and other things. It was really sweet. Her little brother - about 20 months younger - Michael of 9 years, told me about his drum lessons coming up, his girlfriend (I noticed later his t-shirt said, "She's Into Me" with a big yellow arrow pointing left), and his recent braces and Mohawk.
The youngest, Gianna of 3 years, sat between Matt and me and we made sure she got her food and ate. Throughout dinner, this was our conversation:
Gigi: "Uncle Teeb. Uncle Teeb. Uncle Teeb. Uncle Teeb!!"
Teeb (me): "Yes, sweetheart?"
GiGi: "Nothing. Never mind."
Teeb: turns around to engage Gigi's dad (also Matt)
1 minute later:
Gigi: "Uncle Teeb. Uncle Teeb. Uncle Teeb. Uncle Teeb!!"
Teeb: "Yes, sweetheart?"
Gigi: "Tickle, tickle, tickle... Tickle, tickle, tickle..."
Teeb: "But Gigi, I'm not ticklish!" holding up my hands in feigned confusion.
Gigi: "Why aren't you ticklish, Uncle Steve (she can say my name, she just knows it makes people laugh when she says my name wrong.)?"
Teeb: "Well, my daddy taught me not to be ticklish."
Gigi: "Why'd he do that?"
Teeb: "So that pretty little girls wouldn't tickle me, like you!"
And I tickled her. She giggled and went back to eating for about 2 minutes and the cycle started anew, unless she was playing with her sister's iPod.
Now, I wonder how long the new charge on my battery will last. The sushi was good.
