The Mock Dock

I have to admit I’m feeling about as self-absorbed as Ashley Judd right now, since ALL I CAN TALK ABOUT is my new car, but you guys, I warned you about this.  I told you I’d be impossible for a little while, and that you just needed to sort of hang in there for a bit until I got it out of my system, so consider this the official me-getting-it-out-of-my-system post.  I think after this, I’ll be back to normal.

Mr. Mock drove Suki last night to take us out to dinner, and we figured out some of the toys a bit better, and this morning, I drove her to pick up some Cool Ranch Doritos, which was something I absolutely didn’t need but it gave me an excuse to drive.  And I am happy to report that on my way home, I officially felt cool.  Yesterday I felt like a geek who was just learning to drive, but today I felt like a badass.  I’m already used to her, which is a lot more than I can say for Helga, who I drove for 4.5 years and still wasn’t totally comfortable in.

Anyway, I told you guys I’d make a video of her, and look at what a good promise-keeper I am!

As if Paris Hilton and Katie Price didn’t look whoriffic enough individually, I give you the two of them together, in one skankalicious skankified skankfest.

But that’s not even important right now, because I HAVE MY NEW CAR.

Mr. Mock and I spent nearly 3 hours at the dealership, about 2.5 of which was with the dude who was teaching us how to use all the crap in the car.  And you guys, there is SO MUCH CRAP IN THE CAR.  He tried to point out everything, but frankly most of it is all a blur now.  I’m lucky I was able to find the turn signals on the way home, I was so overwhelmed.

Anyway, I just walked in after spending the rest of the evening in the car, in the garage, trying to figure out all the gadgetry and hightechification.  It’s taken a few hours, but I am now capable of burning CD’s into my car.  Yes.  It DOES that.  The dude at the dealership took my phone and bluetoothified it to my car, and now all I have to do is press a button (although I’ve forgotten where it is) and say, “Mr. Mock” and all of a sudden I will be connected to Mr. Mock’s phone and his voice will just sort of materialize within the confines of my car.  And I can just talk into the air at him.  I cannot get over this.

I didn’t take any pictures because it was already dark by the time I got home, but I will take some this weekend.  I might even give you guys a VIDEO TOUR of some of the gadgetry, because even though it’s totally amazing and gizmo-ified, it’s also kind of ridiculous.  I really think this car could potentially take flight with the right combination of buttons and voice commands. 

Sadly, I don’t feel as cool as I thought I would because right now I’m too scared of it to feel cool.  There is so much to learn.  She has been named, though – and henceforth shall be known as Suki.  She’s Japanese, after all.

See that car?  I’m going to be the owner of it (well, one that looks exactly like it, anyway) a week from Thursday.  Seriously – how badass am I going to be in it?  You don’t have to answer, because I already know.  I’m going to be superbadass.  So enjoy these next 9 days, because once I get it, I’m going to become totally impossibly bratty.

This day has been so awesome, mostly due to Mr. Mock, who has once again gone above and beyond the call of husband-duty, to do nice things for me.

So not to get all politicalificated or anything, but yesterday Daisy and I heard on the radio that Sarah Palin is coming to Indy for a rally this Friday, and we decided this was a momentous enough occasion that we would rearrange our work schedules to accommodate it.  But because the Republican party seems hell-bent on losing this election, they made it next to impossible to find out any information about the rally. So after a bunch of phone calls and web searches, we finally discovered the address of a place in town that was passing out tickets on a first come-first served basis.  And Mr. Mock, who was off today and had a full day’s worth of activities all planned out for himself, agreed with no argument whatsoever, that he would put aside his plans to go to the ticket place and fetch tickets for me and for Daisy.

It wasn’t until he reached the place that he discovered he’d have to wait an HOUR AND A HALF to get them.  You know, because of how anxious the Republican party is to prove its efficiency to its constituents.  And in awesome husband form, he waited, even got heckled by Obama-supporting passers-by, and texted me several times to alert me about how long the line was getting.  He is SUCH a trooper.  And for his efforts, he received two tickets for me and Daisy, along with her gratitude and my promises of favors of a sexual nature.

And if that wasn’t enough, Mr. Mock then went to the dealership to put down the deposit on my new car.  And if THAT wasn’t enough, he then went home to prepare my most favorite steak and potatoes dinner that he makes so well, because he’s heading out of town tomorrow and just wanted to do something nice before he left.

Seriously.  How lucky am I?  I want to make MYSELF puke, I’m so lucky.