Pink!

Just a little journal page about my LOVE for pink.  It can't just be any pink though.  It must be a deep, dark, lovely "Panther Pink".  I don't remember when I fell in love with pink but I know it was before I was 14.  I know that because when I was 14, my dad and I started building this...

...my car.  My 1968 VW Bug.  It's name is "Panther Pink".  It took 2 years to finish it and it was my baby.  It is the means by which my dad taught me the difference between fuel lines and air hoses, tachometers and temperature gauges.  It was also under his tutelage that I learned the art of "detail oriented" (or OCD, whatever you want to call it).  Whenever we entered it in a large car show like this, I would stop driving it a month before and we would go through every millimeter of the car.  I spent hours laying underneath the front end polishing chrome with steel wool and wax.  My dad practically pulled the entire engine apart and cleaned each and every part.  And we had that car beyond spotless (and perfectly centered on the car show carpet, I might add, I know because a measuring tape was involved).  We worked hard and it always did well with the almost equally "detail oriented" judges.  It was pretty amazing for a car that I drove to the high school everyday.  I had to put it in storage when I just plain wore it out AND when my daughter was born.  It's not very car seat friendly (no back seat belts).  But my car and I had 12 good years together and on a nice summer day I still think about nice drives on curvy roads and going under the Yellowstone railroad bridge while revving up my engine to hear the awesome sound it makes.  I loved sharing that time with my dad.  He really is the most awesome dad. 
Well, needless to say, I love pink, besides my car I have lots of other pink items.  My I-Pod is pink, my purse is pink, my pillowcase is pink (my husband is opposed to the rest of the bed being pink), the bag I carry my scriptures in is pink, my flip-flops are pink, etc...basically if I need to buy something and pink is an option, that's the way I go.
And hey, while we're talking about spending quality time with parents, my daughter and I are signed up and ready to start THIS tomorrow.  I wasn't sure I wanted to work on a class during the holidays but my daughter was so excited about signing up for a class with me.  How can I say "no" to that?  I can't.  So we are going to be BRAVE GIRLS!