I must say that it is time for me to move on from writing about my job at the blood center for now. I have had several more interesting events take place in other aspects of my life that fit the bill for being a response to the mundane activities that swallow our lives.


Dramatic interlude...........................................................................................................

And without any further adieu, I present Bell.

I got this car, a 2001 silver Ford Escort, during Christmas break after my first semester of college. She was a sassy thang who had a chirp in the upper vicinity of what I'd like to car Bell's private areas. She was very modest in nature and didn't go around divulging her secret talents as a race car to many people in the neighborhood. But race we did, we raced for her life!
Literally. But before I digress any further, I must explain her name. I had always heard growing up that you should name your vehicle after the previous owner's name on the title. However, Bell was obviously dissatisfied with her first owner because she had always referred to her as "The One Who Must Not Be Named". However, she was quite fond of me and sparkled as I walked by to pick her from the crowd. She most definitely caught my eye, and from the test drive I knew that she was mine. She was my Silver Bell of Christmas. And thus, her name was Bell. Perfect. Of course we'll never tell her that she was the only one I test drove, and the only suitable vehicle I could afford. Who needs to know all those details. That's like telling your husband of 50 years that he was your last choice for prom date, or that your last born child was a big mistake. No thanks. I preferred keeping Bell out of the loop. But nevertheless, she was my first car, and I loved her dearly.

However we all make mistakes....TOTAL MISTAKES!
Literally.
I'm so sorry Bell.