![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
How the Fan Van Got its Name
Jun. 8th, 2015 08:42 amTechnically, my big red van is named Natasha. But we call it the Fan Van.
I've already shown the heroclix collection on the dashboard, but I've not shown my stickers yet.
These are the stickers currently in place, plus the obligatory 'My kids are amazing' that all suburban mom vans have to display.
These are the ones I have yet to apply, plus our traveling companions. Arthur and Martin are from doodletime's storenvy. The lemons are my own shrinky-dinks; one for each member of the family.
And the notebook. Man, the notebook. This is our trip information. Maps, e-tickets, confirmations, post-card lists. There are a few more bits and pieces to go into it, but for the most part it's ready to roll.
Today is about keeping on top of the laundry and house, sorting through the change jar for tolls and laundromats (no pennies), and haranguing the kids about how much nicer it is coming home to a clean bedroom and fresh sheets. Oh, and finding an image of 'on your left' at the reflecting pool so I can take one of those really nifty pictures where you hold up the print out...if you're going to geek, geek hard.
So. There we are. Departure in three days. Or four, depending how you count today.
I've already shown the heroclix collection on the dashboard, but I've not shown my stickers yet.
These are the stickers currently in place, plus the obligatory 'My kids are amazing' that all suburban mom vans have to display.
These are the ones I have yet to apply, plus our traveling companions. Arthur and Martin are from doodletime's storenvy. The lemons are my own shrinky-dinks; one for each member of the family.
And the notebook. Man, the notebook. This is our trip information. Maps, e-tickets, confirmations, post-card lists. There are a few more bits and pieces to go into it, but for the most part it's ready to roll.
Today is about keeping on top of the laundry and house, sorting through the change jar for tolls and laundromats (no pennies), and haranguing the kids about how much nicer it is coming home to a clean bedroom and fresh sheets. Oh, and finding an image of 'on your left' at the reflecting pool so I can take one of those really nifty pictures where you hold up the print out...if you're going to geek, geek hard.
So. There we are. Departure in three days. Or four, depending how you count today.
