The TRADEsman

In my family, it seems that we circulate our possession quite a bit. From the outside, it would seem that every couple a years we all throw our keys in a jar and draw lots to see what we will be driving. Granted, this has mostly be pertetuated by me... until recently. Dad got into the swing of being a horse trader when he trade for the beast (our Ford Excursion). I thought for a moment and wondered just how often this happens with us. Here you go.

Kelly started off with a Caprice, and for high school graduation she got an Escort. When she wrecked the Escort, Mom handed down her Tracer to her. Kelly drove the Tracer I think until she graduated from MTSU when she got the Avenger, which she drove until it started dying; upon which she started driving the Voyager that belong to Mom and Dad (and Busha kind of). She drove that until she moved west and bought her new car, a Sebring I think, and gave me the van and the Avenger. One to drive and one to dispose of. Which is funny because I tried to trade her a truck for both years before but it didn't pan out.

I'm just getting warmed up. Dad bought a blazer (1991 S-10), which he drove for years. At some point he and I traded his blazer for my truck (1995 F-150). He drove the truck for a good many years until we traded again, this time truck for truck (1998 F-150). This is the way is stayed for a while until again we traded truck for truck, only with a nw truck in play (1998 F-150 for 1998 GMC). A few years later we traded back, the same two trucks and there we had stayed until he trade the other day. Pretty much I have kept Dad in a new to him vehicle for the last decade without him having to go to the car lot.

It doesn't end at car. The coffee table in his living room used to be mine. The winged back chairs in my living room used to be his... and so on.

The big thing is I think we found out it is cheaper to get "new to you" stuff by trading within the family than to go out and buy stuff.

Anyway, on a separate note; aren't blogs a strange thing. If work is the thing in your life that is most affecting you, you are not free to write about it because it might affect you at work. Funny stuff, that.