Just a little update

Has it really been since the end of January since we worked on Bette? My how life passes you by when you're living it! Let's see, what's happened since then:

Oh yeah, I'm pregnant. 20 weeks and change to be exact. When I last blogged, I knew that I was my own +1, but we weren't telling anyone. In fact, we told my mom the news that weekend (and I was afraid I was going to have to scoop her off the floor with a spatula or 911 paramedics, while Ray tinkered away!).

So where does that leave us with Bette? My immediate reaction when the little blue test read 'Pregnant' was that there was NO WAY we were stopping restoration and giving Bette up. It's an ultimate test to the powers of irony that I indeed got pregnant only after we started working on the old gal, after all, mom and dad acquired her after she was being sold by a woman who was 7 months pregnant.

And for all of those who have asked... No, there's not necessarily room for a car seat. BUT, mom and dad let me ride in the little luggage compartment behind the seats on our frequent trips to Cleveland until I could no longer fit back there. I don't see any reason why little Junior couldn't do the same? (Yes, I deserve the 'Mother of the Year' award already)

Bette indeed is still in the Costea-Johnson family, and while things aren't necessarily full steam ahead right now, we still plan to get her back to her fighting shape; it just may take a bit more time. After all, every little boy needs a muscle car!

Just this past weekend, Dave and I took our girl out for a spin around mom's neighborhood. Sure enough, she fired right up and started to purr. There's something thrilling about tooling around in a growling Corvette that has no tags (hee hee). She seems to have a little transmission slipping and a clunk in her rear end (boy, do I know THAT feeling recently...). Just two more items to put on the list to be addressed once we get her to Ray's.

Today was certainly a milestone our journey. Mom and I went down to the tag office and made it official. Bette is now mine, and the title reads to prove it. Thank you mom, for agreeing to transfer her title over to me. I know dad is laughing somewhere, knowing that my prophecy nearly 31 years ago has come true.... the Corvette (at least now on paper) is mine.

What next? I had hoped that a good part of our tax return was going to go towards a new front and rear end (the old gal's gotta have a good caboose to shake), but with Junior on the way, that money is now earmarked to make our house more of a 3 seater than the 2 seater it's been for the past 6 years.

However, Dave promised me that any money that's in the change can will be used for Bette accessories. Sounds like a pretty good compromise to me, since the thing is nearly 3/4 full. Now if you'll excuse me, I've got to get myself to the local Coinstar machine. Until next time....