Why We Love Our Cars

I am bleary eyed. Yesterday morning I was in Dearborn with a few other moms and the team from Ford. Ford is introducing a new safety feature on their SUVs and crossovers called Curve Control. I promise you a Curve Control post at some point after a nap. The short story is that it aids drivers immensely in keeping control of the car during a high speed turn. The long story (pending) will include telling you about the crash test dummies, and the drive we took in a top secret …

Eclipse Review: As Viewed By a Tween’s Mother

Eclipse is bad in every way. It is heavy handed, poorly written, and poorly acted. Eclipse is unique in that it is also a horrible place to take a $48.50 nap. Jane is a huge fan of the Twilight series, she begged me to take her to a 12.01 am showing of Eclipse, which was okay in theory, except that it was my thirteenth anniversary. To further complicate things, I’d be flying back from Detroit that morning, which means no sleep, but rather a series of naps. Eclipse is sucktastic …

Thirteen

Thirteen years ago today Mr. G. and I were married under the chuppah. We’ve had two apartments, three houses, two children, a handful of hamsters, two cats and a few dogs. We’ve read 4,748 issues of the LA Times together, we’ve shared more than 10,000 meals and at least twice as many kisses. We’ve overcome huge obstacles, and we’ve operated nicely as a team. My husband has supported my every endeavor with kind smile. I returned from an interesting two day trip to Detroit, exhausted and dirty only to turn …

Backyard games, summer camp, trips to the pool… what’s your favorite childhood memory of summer?

Just one? Is it just me, or does the word “summer” let you hear the waves crashing? I can sit here and smell the ocean, while I feel the hot sun, and taste the salt on my lips. I loved living on the beach, and particularly knowing that sunbathing was an activity. Laying in the sun was considered doing something. Amazing. And artichokes, eating artichokes in the back yard, while butter dripped down our hands.

What would you do with an army of minions who would do whatever you tell them?

Heh. Laundry, and maybe dusting too. I know it’s shallow, but I’m okay with that. I would live in the world’s cleanest house. My floorboards would gleam, and I wouldn’t have to bring my laundry upstairs again, ever. I understand there are wiser ways to use minions, you could make yourself fabulously wealthy, you could combat global warming, or even start a religion. Why not, right? My life is perfect, with two big exceptions. I hate putting away the folded laundry, and I hate dusting the floorboards. Clearly I need …