We're talking specifically about vanity plates. I saw a Pontiac Vibe today with a custom license plate that said (wait for it)
PONTIAC... 'cause it's a PONTIAC, see. Which makes me remember that the father of one of my good friends in high school had a license plate that said "GRNDAM" on his Pontiac Grand Am and that I also recently saw one that said, "GRANDAM" (because Utah has upgraded to 7 characters since I was younger). I'm wondering if Pontiac owners have a corner on this "use your license plate to point out the obvious" market - you know - for those times when the brand name on the license plate surround and the logo and label on the back of the car just isn't enough.
Do you think those are the kind of people who name their children "Kid" or "Farm Boy"? (which is a fine name for your boyfriend if your name happens to be Princess Buttercup, but otherwise, not so much.)
I also saw a mini-van with the plate:
YAY MEWhich made me think two things.
First, we should probably all be more openly positive towards ourselves. It would probably be good for the environment and the economy and general well being and stuff.
Second, can you hear me clapping for you, Tinkerbell? Cause I am. I'm clapping on the inside.
I know you don't read this blog (if anyone actually does read this blog) for my rantings. You read it for the pictures of the kids.
So in this one, Jess found this little toy that one of the other kids had that made farting noises when you pushed the buttons. I think you can tell that she thought it was completely awesome!
In this one, Nathan was playing Hide and Seek behind the bathroom door. He was quite proud of himself.
This one doesn't need words.