{Today's Letters}

Monday, November 12, 2012

{The Wagoneer needs a name. All suggestions are welcome}

Dear Mr. Loerke, You had faith in me to give you stitches, now you've trusted me to buy a car when you were out of town. Thanks for supporting my love for all things old. #Griswoldsforever. Dear Lentil Soup with Sage and Bacon, thanks for affirming what I already knew: EVERYTHING tastes better crumbled. Dear Woodie Wagon, Lots of amazing things happened in 1989. David Spade and Michael Myers joined the cast of SNL, Debbie Gibson was getting lost in our eyes, and Harry met Sally. A magical year to be born. Dear Timothy James, yesterday you helped me carry in groceries in the rain. Reason #276 why boy roommates are the shiz. I love you.

Happy Monday, friends! How was your weekend? In 1989 I lived in neon soccer shorts, had scabs on both knees, and spent all of my allowance on baseball cards. What were you like when you were nine?

Ps - Congrats to our Loon Fly Fishing Giveaway winner, Erinn! ... "My dad taught me how to fly fish last summer when he took me to Alaska and spent a multitude of patient hours with me on the banks of the Russian River. He had just returned from an 18 month deployment and it was the first father / daughter trip we've had just us. I caught a beautiful sockeye salmon and that night I reconnected with my dad. It was by far the best day and best catch ever. My dad is currently back in Afghanistan but I would love to win this for him to take on our next fishing trip when he returns home in July of 2013!" Please contact me to claim your major award!

17 comments:

chelsea.lynn said...

That car is amazing if I do say so myself! And way to go on the stitches! My husband has always wanted me to learn how to do that because...well, it'd be cheaper and easier than going to the ER for the amount of times he needs them

Meg said...

what.to.the.what.

That just brought back some sweet college memories with my partner in crime friend had a yellow one of those and we couldn't be happier about it! Oh what fun!!!

The Real Me- TLF said...

Glad to know that being born in 1989 is magical. ;-) Woody the wagon or Buzz. I don't know the second I said Woody I thought about Toy Story.
My weekend was spent at the zoo with my friend and her 3 year old. And then a shift at work. And then yesterday I was a bum in the house. So... fantastic.
When I was 9 I lived at play practices because I did about 4 a year. And loved every minute. That and my week at camp with my friends!!!

Jess said...

When I was 9, romping around in the creek building bridges was the thing to do. I can't remember if we were given hammers or took them from our parents' toolboxes, but I definitely lived with blood blisters on every finger! For your woody, I think Steadwell the Tank sounds like a mighty name for such a mighty machine.

Kimbojamma said...

Yay for Erinn to win the prize. Such a sweet story and a great memory that bag will always remind you of. More and more, I learn that it's all about families!!!

Erin Toews said...

When I was 9, I was just like you. My bestie and I called ourselves "Tomboys," built forts, watched the VeggieTales, and crushed on all the boys!

Kristina said...

When I was 9 I loved to spend every minute exploring our backyard with my best friend who was living next door. Climbing trees, "fishing" in our pond, playing w/ her bunnies and eating the berries right of the bushes. Good times!

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Dana said...

Loved being 9! I was a total tomboy and spent every moment I could outside with all the neighborhood kids, playing basketball with my older brother and his friends, and jumping off the roof of our house. I also started babysitting when I was 9. Amongst all those great memories I also had some sad that stand out: my family recovering from bankruptcy and losing both my grandfathers two weeks apart from each other.

Beautiful Wagon!! How about: Lou : )

Blessings!

Molly Roberson said...

Well in 1989 I was 1. It was awesome. I loved dogs, balls, & cake.

Mel said...

LOVE that car, and absolutely love the story behind the iwnner!! You just brightened my Monday :)

Courtney G. said...

Loved being born in '89 (still an 80's kid that way). At 9, I was rockin' umbro shorts and climbing oak trees. As for that magical car, you gotta go with something meaningful so that obviously means from a movie. Here goes it: Lloyd (Say Anything), *Sebastian (The Little Mermaid), Indiana and/or Jones (umm Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade. heck yes), and in case I've been wrongfully assuming it's a boy, you gotta go with Daisy (Driving Miss Daisy). *personal favorite

hayley said...

LOVE the Wagoneer (and your blog.. This is my first ever comment although I've been following for months). My Grandpa drove a Wagoneer exactly like that one... I miss that car.. And my Grandpa. My Grandpa was an incredible man with an infectious laugh, a love for people and for creativity... And for those reasons, I think you should call the Wagoneer Mont! Both in honor of my Grandpa and because such a sweet vehicle deserves a classic old man name!

The Simple Man said...

I am glad Erinn won her and her dad deserve it! As Far as the Woody goes what a great ride Amazing! I think that you have already named it "The Gris" or "Griswold" both would be great names! Have fun with it!

Today's Letters said...

thanks for all of the great name suggestions! your comments were sweet and i loved the stories behind them. read today's letters to find out what we're callin the wagoneer :)

Stella Star Cordova said...

In 1989, I was 2. lol. Can't remember what I loved at the time, but when I was 9 I loved to draw, bike ride and play with my dog.

The car looks like a Timothy to me. Or a Susan.

James said...

nice ride. JS@nine, basketball, swimming pool, meticulously made chopped ham sandwiches, trampoline, bike rides to Mr. M for $.29 16 oz. Dr. Pepper (less @ least $.10 for the return bottle(s)) and Tom's Peanuts.

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