We Said Goodbye To A Dear Friend Today...

We said goodbye to our van today.  :(  The van has been in the family about as long as Courtney has.  We bought it when we had her.  We figured now that we were a 3 child family we needed a van!  We have been driving that van for almost 15 years.  Now THAT is a good car!  Shortly after Jordan turned 16 we got a Jeep for me to drive and gave Jordan the van.  He souped it up taking out the middle seat and putting in a fuzzy rug, disco ball, and silver Christmas garland all over the back.  He and his friends had some good times in that van. :)  Whitney was never a fan of the van and pretty much refused to drive it.  So it has been sitting in the garage quite lonely since Jordan left.  Today Mark's friend Mario came and took it off our hands.  He bought our Jeep too. (It was in a little wreck with Whitney last week and it no longer runs.)  So now we will have a little down payment for a new car.  We looked around a bit last night and will go look some more on Saturday.  We shall see what we decide.  But I was a bit sad to see the van leave our garage.  We have so many good family memories in that thing.  But alas it was time to part ways. 

Here is the back of our lovely friend.

Now this van had personality!
Jordan wrecked it early one morning while delivering papers.
Mark's friend Mario helped us find a bumper for it.
All he could find was this blue one.  :)

Probably my favorite imperfection on the van was this one on the back by the tire.  One morning I was taking Courtney to school and someone ran into me.  It was a teenage boy who seemed rather frazzled.  He said he was so sorry and that he was in a hurry because he was late for class.  I asked him if he went to Canyon View.  He said he did.  I asked him what grade he was in.  He said he was a Senior.  I then asked him if he knew Mr. Comstock.  He then said.  "Yes, that's the class I am late for!"  I told him to hurry to class and when he got there to tell Mr. Comstock the reason he was late was because he just ran into his van!  The poor boy turn ghostly pale.  I told him not to worry about it  and that he could work things out with Mr. Comstock.  :)  Which he did.  We opted to just leave the dent/scratch there.  It is just SUCH a great story!!!!