Whew! I can’t believe it finally happened! We made it to WordPress! Thanks for following us to our new home. Don’t forget to bookmark our new address or subscribe to the new feed if you like using a feed reader.
I’m sitting on my couch with my laptop, but I feel like I’m driving a new car with this unfamiliar dashboard in front of me. Just for kicks, and so we can all test drive the commenting process, tell me something fun or interesting about a car you’ve had!
My first car was a 1987 Mustang GT convertible. It was my grandmother’s car and she gave it to me when I turned 16. Can you believe that? I was really blessed, to say the least! It was beautiful and fast off the line and I’m sure I don’t need to tell you how much fun my friends and I had in it.
I was a little too proud of that car and the Lord humbled me many, many times in it. For one, when it rained really hard, the water would leak inside from between the windshield and the top. I remember driving home from Texas A&M for an orthodontist appointment and it was monsooning outside. The rainwater was pouring in and I had nothing to soak it up with, so I took off one of my socks and tried to soak it up with my right hand while my left hand was on the wheel. Oh, and I was bawling my eyes out! I have no idea how I ever made it home.
On the night my sister turned 16, she did not have her car yet. She would soon be given a 1969 Camaro that she and my dad loved working on together. But that night I let her take my Mustang out to celebrate with her friends. Melissa and I just happen to be complete opposites of one another. For example, when the traffic light turned green I would accelerate as fast as I could to the speed limit. Melissa lived to blow right by it. As I remember it, on that night – the very night of her 16th birthday and the start of her official driving life – Melissa burned up the engine of my car! Bless my mom’s heart that she had to raise two daughters who are as different as night and day.
Every spring when the weather is as gorgeous as it is in Texas right now, I miss that car like crazy. Maybe one day when I’m done with booster seats and carpooling I’ll have another convertible.
Now maybe I can get my sis to tell us a Camaro story!
My first car (in 1991) was a ’79 Toyota Celica stick shift. My younger brother and I had great adventures in that car. Our favorite story to tell is the morning it was a little icy outside and of course we didn’t leave time for this delay to get to school on time. My door was frozen shut and once we got it open, it was frozen open. Not to mention the windshield was iced over. We scrapped a little and depended on the defrost for the rest, we had to go. So we took off. I was holding my door closed with my right hand and driving with my left. Brother was shifting for me, and had his window open to help me stay on the road. When he said, “Mailbox. Mailbox! MAILBOX! I knew I needed to scoot over a little. We were about half way there when I got going a little too fast and slipped into the ditch. I knew if I didn’t punch it we would be stuck. So I let go of my door so I could have two hands on the wheel, punched it and got us back on the road. Brother thought we wouldn’t make it as he watched the fense post come at him, but we did! I grabbed my door and we were on our way again! We made it the rest of the way to school without incident, by the grace of God! And we made it before the bell rang! Of course, on the day when they were just glad we showed up and greeted us at the door with a handshake! Now I’m a mom and my kids are never going to drive! 🙂
My first car was a 1978 four door Bonniville. We called it the tank. I hated it. It was 1989. It was so not cool.
no comment about a car, just a note to say i LOVE the new blog & look 🙂 Really wonderful job, can’t wait to poke around & see how it all works!
-Crystal
I broke the rules and let my new college boyfriend drive my car on a date in college…and he got us into an accident that totaled the driver’s door. I did not enjoy that phone call home. We’re married now and I wrecked his truck when I was pregnant with our first. I didn’t enjoy that phone call home either!
I got my first car at age seventeen. My Dad paid $75.00 for a 1964 Volkswagen(stick shift). He invested $300.00 to fix it up and then tried to teach me to drive it. Big mistake, he kept yelling at me (I was making him quite nervous). I ended up getting out of the car and walking home. I did eventually learn how to drive it, and yeas I do love my Dad. He is the best. Just don’t ask him to teach you how to drive!!!
So – what’s up with the times on the comments? WordPress can publish future comments? That’s so freaky!
I think it’s because we had the wrong time zone initially. I changed it this morning. Sorry, y’all!
Love the new website!! My very first car was a 78 Ford Granada that had been my mom’s. It has been hit in the front corner panel on the passenger side so the passenger front door would not open. The first car I ever purchased was an 89 Ford Mustang. I LOVED THAT CAR!!! We went everywhere together.
When my kids were IN booster seats, I rented a convertible, they were completely traumatized, all three of them. They were 5, 3, 2 at the time, now they are 12,10,8 and they still refuse to get in one like it is the horror of their lives!! LOL
I love the new blog, it will take getting used to, but we can so do it! I just found Google reader, Firefox and Twitter (via tweetdeck) all are new to me, so I too am navigating lots of new waters! Love you guys!
Tiff
My 330BMW which is a older model, however….it’s paid for..It’s really mine!!! No car payments.
I love the new design!
The site looks really good!! As any good baptist, this change will take me a while to get use to.
Cool!
What a pretty page. I opened it up and said, “Oh” right out loud. I love the colors and the contributors pictures. Well done.
My car story: my husband gave me a red miata for my 50th birthday/ 30th wedding anniversary. So remember, 25 is Golden; 50 is Silver; 30 is Miata.
Praise the Lord y’all made it! I prayed for you this morning. I’m thankful I found the new one! 🙂
As for a car story? Don’t have many, but my first car was a Saturn and by the time I got a new one, the entire ceiling had basically fallen in. It looked like a cat jumped in my car and went crazy at the top. Truly freakish!
This seems silly, but is there any way to get the siesta’s pic’s to post with thier comments, it was always such fun to see new faces!
I grew up in a very small town-probably 250-300 people. The kind of place where everyone knows what everyone else is doing. My brother and I shared our first car, which was an ORANGE Maverick. Try doing anything exciting in a small town….then try doing it in an ORANGE car! Looking back, that car probably kept us out of a lot of trouble!
My first car was a 1990 Pontiac Sunbird! Convertible too!! Loved that car…my as my dad put it thought that car was possessed, it had a mind of it’s own, but i sure love having the convertible in the spring and summer months!! Maybe again someday…when my mid life crisis hits! lol By the way the website looks beautiful:)
I don’t have a car story personally but one of my former collegiate volleyball players had a unique experience. She was behind one of those big flat bed trucks carrying long pipes and the chain broke….yep, one of those big ole pipes came crashing down on the hood of her car. No injuries praise God but quite funny looking.
Hey Amanda,
In response to your post, I just had to share (the Lord is so funny). I just (like 30 seconds ago) watched Session One of “The Inheritace” and your mom said the greatest thing: as heiresses with Christ, if we’re walking in the will of God, we’re all on a wild ride! Not a wild drive, mind you, but a wild RIDE – with God the Father at the wheel and in control (of a convertible your mom hopes is red – lol). You may be in a minivan (and I may still have my beat-up old car from college), but we’re both on wild rides all right! As a young mom myself, I never pictured a ride quite like this, but I’ll tell you one thing (and I think your mom would proud): I’m not bored! I wish so much I didn’t live all the way in NJ and we could have a coffee playdate and swap stories. You, your mom and your sister are an inspiration to me. Please don’t underestimate the impact you are having on this world. You cannot fathom the way God is using you… I am one of thousands. Thank you. I love you sincerely, Amy Hill
terrific
I clicked on to the LPM Blog for the first time in a few days. Wow! What a surprise! I love the new site. It is beautiful. I am looking to viewing and using this new tool.
Love you!
Woo Hoo!! The blog looks great! Congrats on a successful switch, you have been working hard on it!! Let’s see, my first car was a Honda. My dad had a ‘handsfree’ phone that had a speaker/microphone wired through the car installed (I was NOT to hold a phone and drive). The car phone was the size of a Port o Subs sandwich and it sat in a contraption that kept it charged. I was only allowed to use it for emergencies and yes my parents monitored the bills!! Oh the memories!!
Well, I did not get my own car until after I was married at age 23, back in 1976. I was also able to finally BREAK FREE from my mother’s rules by having my ears pierced and buying my first little “black” dress. My, my have things have changed! My dad is gone to be with the Lord now, but he used to say that I was the only person he knew who actully drove the speed limit. Now, I love to drive fast and have to be careful on the interstate, especially, driving through Georgia.
LOVE the new look! Snazzy!
My first car was a 1996 Chevy Corsica. I named her Connie. (I named all my cars) On college move-in day, my freshman year, Connie was about to bite the dust. Her engine sounded like two birds were mating. It was awfully embarassing driving up to my new dorm. 🙂 My next car was a 2002 Kia Rio. She was red so her name was Rowena. She was a little bubble and I loved her for a few years until I got married, got a dog, and she was too small then. 🙂 Now I have a 2003 Infiniti G35 and she doesn’t have a name. I couldn’t think of anything good for an I and I thought she was too pretty and too fancy for a name. lol
I name all my cars too! I had Pug, Terri, Harold Hill, and Mr. Knightly. My husband and I share a car right now (originally his) and he named it Roofus. I love naming cars!
Love the new site!! My first car, a mazda GLC. That car and I journeyed through college together,met my man,had my first baby (not IN the car!)She had no air conditioning. so we traded her in when the sweltering Missouri summers got the best of us! Beth, or girls, I would love for you to visit me sometime at http://www.sueheimer.com
love the new site 🙂
my first car was a 1969 Dodge Dart, bronze and black two door with the automatic shift on a center console. I loved that car!! Bought it from my cousin who was a wholesale car dealer. It had been his car and had an undersize, very small steering wheel – maybe only 10″ diameter. It was difficult to drive for me that way so I put a standard steering wheel on it and wanted to put a gas pedal in the shape of a foot but my dad wouldn’t let me. Sigh. Still I loved that car, especially with all the windows down and about 15 miles over the speed limit 🙂
My favorite car was the first brand new car that I remember my parents owning. We were on a trip to visit grandparents and the older family car died. I was 15 – almost 16 and my dad let me help pick out the new car. It was a 1969 Ford Fairlane 500 Fastback (Baby Blue) and I got the privilege of driving the car to school occasionally. I must admit I had a lead foot also, Melissa. When my husband and I married, my dad sold the car to us (for a very good deal). I loved that car!
Oh boy, my first car…not sure of the year, but my parents surprised me with a Dodge Charger for graduation. I laugh today because my husband is a state trooper and his patrol car is a Dodge Charger. However, there is nothing similar about them. Mine was a 2-door hatchback and his is a 4-door super machine. Maybe that is a good thing. Driving back and forth between Washington State for school and Montana for home could have been pretty dangerous.
As a single young lady, with no family to guide me, I went with a friend to buy a new/used car. I found one that I fell in love with (used) and bought it. My friend kept saying “but it’s a manual transmission” and I would repond that I knew. Apparently, I didn’t know that “manual” meant that I had to shift it and it was NOT automatic. I did not even know how to drive my new car off the parking lot! Three girlfriends agreed to give me a one day crash (no pun intended) course. They drove me to a very hilly and busy section of road. They made me stop and restart the car on the hill MANY times. They also had me cross busy intersections that were on a slant. I hated the training at the time but afterwards I was so thankful for my girlfriends who taught me not to be afraid of hills or busy streets with a manual transmission car. And I never forgot what “manual” transmission meant.
Well being a young-ish driver I’ve had three cars to my name….
My first car I bought with my sister (I’m a triplet and we went to the same places anyway). It was a Buick Regal
My second car I bought from a friend for $500–a Nissan Altima. I absolutely LOVED that car because it was cute and it was ALL MINE!
My third car I bought after I sold my Nissan to my younger sister. I now own a Mercury Grand Marquis. Definitely a granny car but it is so ginormous and I love the reactions I get when everyone sees the trunk–so big I could probably live in it : )
Hooray for the new blog site!!!
The first time my mom ever left her car for me I hydro-planed into a tree, about 1/4 of a mile from my house! Totalled her car ugh!
When I learned to drive back in the 80’s, I learned to drive in drivers ed and w/ our family vehicles – a large Ford Econoline Van and a Ford Fiesta stick shift that I dubbed “stupid car”. Of course it was the car’s fault that I had difficulty coordinting first gear, the clutch and the gas pedal. Ugggh! Since that time I no longer refer to a manual transmission as stupid. The car I drive these days is a Volkswagon Jetta. A car I affectinately call “Joan Jetta”… we also call the car “Snow Dog” as it drives very well on snowy streets. The car fits me perfectly… zippy and also the perfect size. Not too big, not too small…just right!
YAY!! I’m glad it’s finished. And I know ya’ll are too 🙂 The website is cute…its much bigger on my screen than the other one and the type is smaller. Very dainty…I like it.
In high school I drove a 1964 Dodge that my parents had bought brand-new when I was in the first grade. It was a push-button – you pushed up a lever and then pressed the appropriate gear button. I didn’t have another car until my junior year in college. It was a 1968 Plymouth Fury III and it was a TANK. 13 people could fit into it – I know because we did it! A year after I graduated from college, my parents bought a red Chevette. It sounds silly, but I felt COOL in that car!! It had air conditioning, a cassette player, and bucket seats!! I honestly think I loved that car too much, because about a year later I was in an accident (not my fault) and the car was totaled. I got a brand-new Chevette to replace it, but with NO air conditioning and NO cassette player. Anyway, that’s some of my extensive car history!
It was a split pea green Toyota truck with a cover over the back! No air, crank windows, nothing automatic and the best part? NO POWER STEERING! It got this dork back and forth to school and band practice. LOVED that old stinkin’ (literally) truck!
Love the look of the new site 🙂
I seriously had to LOL about this post being about cars! The past month my life has been all about car issues! From replacing my windshield, to having something hit the drivers side passenger window while driving 80mph on I-75 WITH the kids in the car, to the alternator going out, to everything that could go wrong with my husbands car. Three years ago my husband needed a new car. We needed something we could pay cash for though since we still had a van we were making payments on. He found two cars: a basic model Toyota Corrolla with low miles OR a Hyundaii something that had leather and a sunroof. Essentially dependable over looks. He chose looks. Well that car is sitting in my garage right now with a battery that is worth more than the car and this weekend we will be car shopping. How it lasted this long is only God because from day one it took 30 minutes to pump gas into it.
My own car story though is that I was living with my parents and they kept asking when I would be moving out. I had a job and could afford to move out just didn’t, and also I was driving my step-dad’s truck because I didn’t have my own car. I told them that I couldn’t move out because I didn’t have a car. One week later I woke up to a powder blue subaru station wagon in the driveway. I took a hint and moved out 🙂 I loved that car. I drove it until I married and we bought our first car together.
Cara
I LOVE the new site! It’s great! And the pictures of you girls and your mama on the side are adorable!
My first car was a gold 1990 Dodge Spirit. My dad actually offered to buy me a cute little two-door Eclipse, but it was stick shift. He told me he’d teach me how to drive it, but being my stubborn self, I didn’t want to learn. So I got the Spirit – Dodge Spirit, that is. Now I look back and could almost kick myself for being so stubborn and unwilling to learn how to drive a stick shift. Anyway.
And now? Now, I drive a beautiful white Honda Odyssey van. I always swore I’d never drive a mom-mobile, but now I don’t think I’ll go back to anything else until my kids are grown. I love it!
Ashley
San Angelo, TX
My first car was a Chevette. My uncle wanted to get something heavier so he could pull his boat. I bought his car and kept it for 5 years. I could fill it up for $10 and go all week on that amount of gas.
I LOVE the new look on the blog…. it’s AMAZING!!!!
Funny car story… my first car when I was 16 was a Datsun B210 hatchback…. standard shift no-less! We lived in the country…. so my parents had me drive circles in our field until I could get the hang of shifing and taking off on a hill w/out rolling. I had those circls wore down to bare dirt….hilarious!
It was a great car… with a GREAT heater…. you could meet me on the road and my hair would be flying out to the sides from the force of the heater….good times!
Angie, Nixa, MO
Love the new look!!
I’m sure the new site will serve us all quite well! Thanks for all your efforts to keep us on the cutting edge!
My first car was originally my Grandparent’s, then my Aunt’s, and then mine. It was a 1968 Oldsmobile my Aunt named it Delbert and it was a tank. It was on it’s last leg when I got it. The battery would shift when I turned to the right, so I had to try to only make left turns! In my little hometown we used to cruse the same route around town and I had to go the opposite way than most people so it wouldn’t short out and die. It made for great laughs for all my friends when they would ride with me. It wasn’t safe enough to take to college, and my brothers didn’t want to drive it. One time when I came home from college my youngest brother had stripped out the radio and speakers and mounted them in the kid’s bathroom. Delbert finally ended up being sold to a guy who used it in the Demolition Derby.A car like that sure keeps one humble!
Thanks for the fun post!
Lisa
Edinburg, TX
Very excited to share and know God is working for the His Glory!
Ok I figured out how to comment. LOL.
My worst car story is when I was in college, I was driving a lemon. It had the most bizarre stuff go wrong all the time. One time it had been sitting in the dealership for 2+ weeks and they could not figure out what was wrong. As a college girl they gave me the run around when I asked if they could please give me a loner car so I could get to work etc. They wouldn’t. My dad got on the phone and SHOWED THEM WHO WAS BOSS by giving them an earful about how responsible I was and they could completely trust me.
Well wouldn’t you know I rear ended someone on the way home. 5 minutes from the dealership.
Whoops.
I got to use my grandma’s old car when I first began driving, but it wasn’t really my car. After college I bought a Mazda 323. I had to learn to drive stick in order to buy it. My fiance taught me in the Oscar Meyer weiner plant parking lot in Madison, WI, in his parents’ car. That was scary!! But being able to drive a stick has been invaluable over the years.
My first car was a ’79 Pinto. It was flesh color tan and ugly as sin but it got me everywhere I needed to go and some places I didn’t!
Love the new site! I am trying to decide which car to talk about because they each have their own stories. I guess my favorite was my 2001 Mustang GT hardtop. It was white with black leather and a 5-speed. I loved that car. I went out and got flowmasters for it so it had that loud throttle sound and drove it like a sports car should be driven….hence the sale of it soon after a letter was received from the Department of Safety. I was within a couple of points from losing my license….So bye, bye Mustang Sally and hello Bessie my Explorer Sport. Needless to say I have also learned from those lessons and lightened the lead in my foot.
My first car was also a Mustang. I was just glad to get a car, because by the time I did get something to drive around in everyone else already had a vechicle of some kind. It was such ordeal the preacher announced it in church __that I had bought a car. I worked hard and save my money, so I was happy about it too.
One year a man ran a red light and smashed in the side of my car, then after I had it fixed another man ran into the back of my car. No wonder, I grew up a nervous wreck! (just kidding)
Looks great!!
My first car was a 1983 Buick Regal. Not exactly every girl’s dream, but I was grateful. (Even though the headliner of the car had to be kept in place with pushpins so it wouldn’t fall into your hair. And we had big hair in the ’80s). And I swear I still see the car driving around Little Rock only now it’s looowwww to the ground and has a furry steering wheel.
My younger sister–on the other hand–got a 1966 Mustang convertible, white with baby blue interior. To this day (and I’m now 41) when the topic comes up, I’ll ask my dad if he can explain how that auto-disparity seemed fair to him. I’m still not happy with his answer.
Love the new blog. My first car was a 1984 Z28. It was white with blue stripes and T tops. I loved that car. My husband wants a new camaro. Maybe when we are old and gray.