first of many blog posts.

Well. Here I am. Ready to write about anything I want to. I have a lot of thoughts running through my mind at any given point, so here goes!

My father. He's a good guy. He's normal, otherwise than the amount of embarrassing he must be to be called a parent. But he has an obsession: buying vehicles. Right now, we have more than enough vehicles. Yet still he car shops. I don't even know where we come up with the money to pay for all of the vehicles we have! I wouldn't be surprised if my parents told me they had a secret bank account just for buying cars. In the last year, my dad purchased...3 cars. He bought a motorcycle a few years back. My sisters and I call it Midlife Crisis #1. It would be his only midlife crisis if he hadn't bought a spaceship-type car a while after that...Midlife Crisis #2. But he's so proud when he rides his vehicles, and he LOVES getting compliments. He bought my mom a bright yellow something this year, and even though my mom isn't crazy about yellow, she agreed because, hey, she got a new car! She likes receiving compliments too.

There's ups and downs to my fathers obsession. Some ups: -When I get my license, I can car shop in my own garage. -It makes my father happy, it's practically his only hobby! -If any one of the several cars we have gets totalled in an accident, we're all good. Downs: -It drives me and my mother crazy that my dad always wants to drive around car lots. -There's no way he can keep buying cars at the rate he's going. -We have enough cars already!

So I'm going to propose an idea to my dad--you may look at cars, but you must not buy! I think it'd be quite a good idea. I'll let him do what he loves to do. But he mustn't buy another car, we don't have any garage space!

Shelby Kay.

(P.S. - If you were curious, we have 6 vehicles. And that's not including the one's he lets my sisters use.)