Well, the day has arrived and today Im going to Toronto to pick up my new car. Going all the way to Toronto to get this thing, cant wait to bring it home, everyone is calling me a kid, but I dont care what they think, and if they dont stop Im going to go and tell my mom. OOOOPS, ok maybe I am a little kid.

Planning on stopping at a couple of the great Portugese bakeries, buy some awesome bread and great pasteries to add to my girth. Thank god I bought an SUV, too heavy for a smart car. I can't resist the smell of a portugese bakery....reminds me of when I grew up in Portugal. As a kid we would always stop at a local bakery, minutes from my school, on our way home. The owner would always give us some free stuff and we would run home with a belly full and a smile on our face. I miss those days, when I think back it makes me feel that people dont grab the moment and pay attention to everything around them. I guess life happens, and then you grow old. I try to tell my kids to stop and smell the roses, but they always complain about the thornes. Maybe one day they will get it.