Memories of a fun morning (for me anyway)

Sunday, September 18th, 2005,   My 1st year anniversary was a very memorable morning.

My friend got married the night before.  The reception was at the hotel less than a mile away, so as a surprise to my husband, I got a room for the night.  I informed my sons, then 19 and 15 that we would not be home that evening.  It was the first time we were going to leave them alone in the house over night.  Of course I did tell them NO PARTIES!  They didn't listen.

Sunday morning at around 7 AM, hubby was still sound asleep. I decided to run home and get him some clean clothes.  (Remember, he didn't know we were staying there).  As I expected, I walked in to a disaster.  Kids sleeping on any piece of floor they could find. Beer cans everywhere.  My youngest passed out on the love seat, puke on the floor. It looks like somebody attempted to clean it with a towel.

I grabbed Bob's clothes and headed back to the hotel.  I woke him up, told him what was going on in the house.  Then the evil plot began.  We showered, dressed and were ready to go for breakfast.   It was now 9 AM, I called the kids, "Good morning sons! You have exactly 20 minutes to get all the beer cans picked up, bodies out of the house and the puke in front of the loveseat cleaned up.  We are on our way home."

Three hours later, after some breakfast and shopping we decided it was time to go home.  The house was cleaner than we left it, which definitely worked out to our advantage :)  The friends were gone and the house didn't smell like puke. The kids sleeping in their beds.  Phase one complete. 

Time to make lunch.  Oops I dropped 6 pans on the floor.  Better turn the music on loud so the kids don't hear all that crashing and clanging in the kitchen.  Oh wait, they woke up.  I better yell over the music to them now.  HOW ARE YOU FEELING THIS AFTERNOON?  DID YOU HAVE A GOOD TIME LAST NIGHT?  It was like the scene out of the Roseanne show.  They didn't have any parties in the house for a very long time after that and only with my permission. 

When Kevin turned 18 that party came up in conversation. I finally told him how I knew about the party, how I snuck home and left.  He still tells his friends to this day of how I punished them.  I wish I had a video camera so I could have seen the panic in their eyes having 20 minutes to clean up a huge mess with a hangover.

I thought pink was safe!

It's really not my favorite color.  My favorite is blue.  Truth is, if I were to go out and buy a Mustang today it would be Grabber Blue.  Though I thought pink would be a safe color for me having three boys.  I have pink suitcases, pink duffle bags, pink tools, amongst other pink items.  I always had pink toothbrushes.  Notice, I said "HAD".

I bought a two-pack of new toothbrushes last week.  One pink, one orange.  Kevin grabbed the orange one. I expected that.  What I didn't expect was for my other son to come for a visit with a need to brush his teeth.  I suppose you know where this is going, and if you couldn't guess, he took my pink toothbrush because it was on the sink unopened waiting for me. 

About those pink tools I have?  There are some missing. I didn't use them.  Now if they go after my pink blanket, car, suitcase and/or duffle bag, I'm going to get real worried!

You can't handle it!

Tonight  I am going to rewind time back to 2009, toward the end of the cruising season in Western NY.

About my Pink Saleen: Originally Mineral Grey, this Saleen S281 4.6L Supercharged does approximately 385 HP.  My son bought this car back in 2007.  He and my husband (god rest his soul) flew out to Kansas City Mo to pick it up and drive it home.  It arrived in May.  I was the holder of the lien.  I warned my kid if he missed the payments, I would paint it pink.  I'm sure you've guessed what happened there. The pink pony made its debut in April of 2009.  I didn't know how much it was about to change my life. 


Date: Sometime in October 2009
Place: Rick's Prime Rib in Rochester NY.

I decided to meet a few friends at Rick's Prime Rib's Tuesday night cruise night.  I hopped in my car and drove from Tonawanda NY.   I was there only about a half an hour when I noticed a mustang pull in with the big SALEEN decal going across the top of the windshield.  After the driver parked the car, I decided it was time to take a closer look at it.  The guy that owned it looked right at me and stated in a very cocky tone "You can't handle it!" Oh boy, not the right thing to say to me.

So I walked around the car taking a good look at it.  His hood was not opened so I didn't get to see the engine. Noticing that his "Saleen" was unnumbered, (All Saleens are numbered.  Mine is 01-0503)   I looked him in the eye and said, "Wow, what a really nice looking Saleen you have there. what number is it?"   He replied, "Oh it's not a real one, it's just a kit".  My response to him was "I know.  I could tell because #1, its not a standard, #2 your placards are in the wrong spot and #3 there's no number showing anywhere."  He then said back "My placards are in the right spot, you don't know anything about Saleens!" (Does open mouth, insert foot mean anything?)  His attitude was even cockier at this point.  Time to give him the attitude back. I told him "If you want to see how they are suppose to look, go over to that Pink Saleen over there. Yes it's real, it's mine and YES I CAN HANDLE IT.

I felt a wave of satisfaction come over me as I walked away and started laughing.

Why the blog?

 I'm a woman living in a mans world.  For the last 20 years I have worked with mainly men in computer repair/networking and telecommunications.  I am now also in the car world.  Although I don't repair them, I own one cool Saleen Mustang 2001 S281 4.6L Supercharged pushing out about 385 horsepower. What makes this car unique is that it's pink. 

Stay tuned as I post some blogs about my experiences of living in a man's world, some humorous, some sad. Some posts that just make me go hmmmm.  I hope you enjoy.