My dream has not died.

You would think that my silence about my chubbiest-cloud-above-my-head (think thought bubble) dream would mean that I had given up.  I am here to assure you, friends, that this dream has not died.

There will be a day when I will own one.

There will be a day when I will zip around this city in and out of texters while drivers, and as I pass I will flip their side-view mirrors to scare them (sort of like when Eric did it Hanzel and Gretel style to get home from the bars).  I won't really do this, I just wanted to make fun of Eric.

There will be a day when people will say oh look how cute you are with the thing and the matching and the cuteness

There will be a day when friends ask me for a ride, just so they can quote Dumb and Dumber

And, I hope, there will be a day when DC will say, "Ok".

Oh glorious day.

Slow down super excellent picture of extremely talented motorized vehicle operator!

DC has some logical reasons for not getting me a scooter that I do not understand.  Like, why would he tell me the other night to take flying lessons with our helicopter pilot friend, but I cannot put around town on this?  I do not know.

In my plea for a scooter, I present Exhibit A (irrelevant side note: I don't have any other exhibits)

Slow down super excellent picture of me driving a go-cart my grandpa made for us SLASH super cute picture of baby brother in jammer pants looking scared for his life!

That thing went so fast.  At least for a kid.  So if Papa let me do that, I know that, if he was here, he would fully support my scooter desires. He might have even built me one himself.  Just saying.

(This is where my cousin Michelle should NOT comment about the time I threw her off of this thing)

Spoiled Rotten.

You guys!!!

My husband spoils me rotten…maybe not TOO rotten because this isn’t my scooter, but he definitely goes above and beyond to make sure I know he hears me.

Saturday, we went down to Galveston. It isn’t the prettiest beach in all the land, people, but we like having a getaway that only takes 45 minutes to get…away. It is also where we got engaged, so it has a sweet spot in my little heart. Dev had called a place called Scoots that was very affordable. We couldn’t believe this little place didn’t get more business for the prices they offered. If you’re in Galveston, check them out- they suffered a hard hit when Ike came to town last year.

Ok, so, we got there and Devin did all of the paperwork while Ms. Mabel took me out to the parking lot for a little lesson. Ms. Mabel wasn’t her real name but I totally wanted to call her that the whole time- sort of the Mama of the store, her white hair pulled up on top of her head, but you know she rides a mean scooter and has this poster on her wall…

Now that I think about it…why didn’t they take Devin out for a lesson?! Why was it assumed that I had never done this before? I could absolutely have 3 Harleys in my non existent garage for all they know. Ok, now I’m mad.

So, I aced my lesson of course because I am a motor head…or because driving a scooter isn’t all that hard. I pulled up to the front, and we were on our way! I was a smidge nervous only because Devin told me this may or may not be a test. The results could determine whether or not he would even begin to think about getting me a scooter. I let Devin have the orange one since he had won some MAJOR husband points in bringing me to do this. I also gave him the orange scooter to suck up. IgottadowhatIgottado.

We wore our bike helmets. Like heck we’re going to put on helmets that other people have sweat in that have been sprayed like bowling shoes. A no thanks.

BALLLER! KOBE! Seriously the need for one of these (although I like the older Hondas) is growing. Who thinks I need one of these someday?! Who thinks my head looks like a mushroom in my bike helmet?! Just me?

We rode down the sea wall past where Devin asked me to marry him.

Flashback!

I don’t think we actually saw the exact place, but we have a pretty good feeling that it is still there. We were worried Ike took our spot with him when he barged in and wore out his welcome.

We stopped at Ben and Jerry’s for some ice cream. By then, I was a master at stopping that little scooter. Frozen Yogurt from B&J…so good or no good? So. good.

Pay no attention to the fact that I look 13 years old in this picture.

We went over to the port on our scooters where a Carnival cruise ship (or funship- shout out OV06) was waiting to leave. I hope everyone on that boat had their luggage (side note: Devin and I went on a Carnival cruise for our honeymoon. Southwest Airlines lost my suitcase and the only things I had for the entire cruise of 8 days was a bag of shoes and a fancy black dress). There were a lot of boats to take pictures of and an oil rig museum (Bear, you would have loved it- no one was going to that museum, you could have had it all to yourself)

Someone tell me how this man looks so good in every bike helmet he puts on.

We rode over to the strand where we wandered through the Yaga store. Seriously, in elementary school, I would have FREAKED.OUT. if my mom took me into a Yaga store. These days, I just think, “Oh so and so had that shirt in 5th grade which meant they were cool but now they’re not that cool because being in jail isn’t cool”. Yaga, Mossimo, Girbaud…all brands that made you cool. All brands I didn’t have until Mossimo was sold to Target. All things you can’t take to heaven.

We went through a lot of the souvenirs shops, which all sell the same things, and I was craving more scooter, so, we rode for the remainder of our time. We turned our scooters in (sad times.) and did our ushe (abbreviation for usual?) when we go to Galveston: park for free, walk to the beach, play, walk back to the car, mooch off of a condo complex’s shower, change, go to dinner.

I had so much fun…Devin said every time he looked in the rearview at me, I was smiling like a big dork. But, in all seriousness, I was completely taken aback at how blessed I am to be married to someone who not only likes to get out and do things (I was thinking how sad I would be if he was a video game player…no offense to any if you Halo addicted people or whatever game is cool now), but he actually considers me and what I have said I like or want, and he wanted to make it happen. That was the best part of the day…to know how much I am loved.

I saw this today...

Just sayin...

Uh, if Kate can do it, I think I can do it

Before I start with my ranting, I want to say how excited I am to find out that more than 2 people (ahem my mom and Devin's mom) are reading our blog!! Thanks for reading, guys.

Ok, so let's get right down to this. I want a scooter. Not this. Or this. I want one of these. Oh my gosh!!! Can you not already picture me on that thing with a matching helmet and some goggles a la Amelia Earhart?! You sit there and try to tell me that wouldn't be cool. Quick sidenote, when I googled Miss Amelia here, I totally expected to get something more like the weird school lady played by Fiona Shaw in 3 Men and a Little Lady (shout out- Dan for the picture! PS he likes the Vespa. Ooops!)



Anyway, I'd rather look like Amelia. Moving on...

My most amazing, heroic, hot breakfast husband does not care for the idea of me operating anything motorized that only sits on just 2 wheels. In fact, I think the idea of me operating anything motorized makes him nervous period, which is probably why he leaves for work before me so that he doesn't have to watch me try to back out of that blasted parking spot every morning. I have been working on easing him into the idea of me commuting to work on a scooter, but he just doesn't like it. Give a girl some credit. Sure, I may cut my finger on bread knives causing us to spend 4 hours in the ER. Sure, I may forget where my keys are about 30 times a day, but I can ride a bicycle, so I think I can ride a scooter. Pure logic. Devin no likey.

HOWEVER!!! Last night, on his favorite TV Show, Jon and Kate plus 8 (sorry, baby, I may have just outed you), Kate got a dadgum custom painted scooter from the guys on Orange County Chopper or American Chopper or something about Choppers.

I thought for sure this would help him realize that if this frig of a woman (thank you Grandma Grandma) can drive a scooter in a skirt and wedges without a helmet on, then I can definitely commute 20 minutes to work on one in rush hour in the 4th largest city in the world. Right? RIGHT?! I have other points to make ( I feel like DJ Tanner when she made the presentation to Joey, Danny, and Uncle Jesse about why she deserves her own room).

Reasons Steph Driving a Scooter is a Good Idea:

Number one: It saves money. More money means more bike parts and bibs and shoes since we can't seem to get those quite right!
Number two: It will make me even more attractive because I will look like a mysterious European woman (shout out- Kstan)
Number three: It is cool and so am I...
Number four: I can park closer to the hospital which means I don't have to ride a scary train with a bunch of criminals who just got out of 23 hour jail observation.
Number five: I am willing to get a different car like this one if I am driving a scooter to work everyday.

Number six: Devin could ride with me and we could look like Lloyd and Harry in Dumb and Dumber, when Lloyd trades the Shaggin' Wagon for the mini scooter (shout out- Tacie).
Number seven: I could ride behind the love of my life when he bikes with supplies or at least zip between rest spots (shout out- Kstan). I would be his dadgum supply car! Tubes, water, Gu, frames, saddles- Whatever you need, I have it wrapped around me on my scooter. It doesn't get more pro than that.
Number eight: I'm older. Kidding. If you've met Devin, you know that he is MUCH smarter than me despite being 2 years older/wiser/full of experience.

I would just love a cute retro green (but I'm not picky) one. Oh, what do you know?! There's one on Craigslist right now! Let's keep in mind that I am not requesting 8 kids, but I may have to resort to that. 8 kids or a scooter- I think we know what would win. I'm not even asking for a PINK scooter- bleh! And if we can't live in Italy, where every woman drives one, then maybe my sweetest, most handsome husband will bring some Italy to me. Quit laughing.

I need some comments on here to back me up. If you don't like the idea, no need to comment. We don't need any fuel for Devin on this one!! COME ON!!!

*disclaimer- Devin is very good to me and I am not whining or intending disrespect here- but seriously, I'd look cute on a scooter.