Does the car I want exist?

We need a new car and here’s what I would like:

1. Not, not, not, and I cannot state this strongly enough … it CANNOT be a minivan.
2. Safe. It must be super safe with all kinds of wonderful crash-test ratings.
3. Fuel efficient, preferably a hybrid.
4. All-wheel or four-wheel drive.
5. Able to hold two car seats, two adults, a dog, and all the stuff that goes with them. (The dog part is negotiable!) (No, I am not PG, but a girl can dream, can’t she?)
6. Somewhat affordable. We might go out of our price range a bit if we just LOVE something, but we are not going to drop a million dollars on a Jag SUV or anything.

 OK, wise people of the internets, what say you?

Proving, once again, that quizs know nothing.

This could not be more wrong. Me? Nice? Haa haa haa haaaaaaaa haaaaaaaaaa

Thanks Monte!

The book I cannot wait to read

Go here, scroll down, listen to the audio. Do it now; thank me later.

She is so incredibly talented that I cannot believe it.

Cutest phrase utterd by The Girl

I luba you.

Except that she says it like one word: Ilubayou.

Possibly because she has heard me say it 8 million times a day.

And yes, I know she doesn’t know what it means, but still, seeing that little face look up at you and hearing her say “I luba you” … well, it just melts your heart.

I luba you too, little girl.

Glad Syttende Mai!

Happy Syttende Mai everyone! I hope you live somewhere where you can find a local celebration of this wonderful day. More later (hopefully!)

Damn you, Facebook!

I hate myself. I hate myself. I hate myself.

I cannot believe I just waisted an hour screwing around on facebook when I could have been blogging or doing the 10,000 other things I am behind on doing. Oy!!

Also, if you are on facebook, you should be my friend because I only have one, and I think it is sad when I look at the page that says “you have one friend.”

I believe it is actually crackbook.

The Girl wishes you the happiest of Mother’s Days

Once again, life is not fair.

I am so sad.

One of my favorite bloggers, Anita, has had yet another miscarriage. My heart absolutely breaks for her. She has a son, about a year older than The Girl, and has been trying to have another baby for a while now. She has has a horrible run of miscarriages. This one was at 11.5 weeks, a time when you feel pretty close to saying you have made it out of the scary miscarriage time.

I think it hits especially close to home because she is only a year older than me, and I (we) want to have another baby too.  It was scary the first time, when I had a baby at 40. Even if I conceived today (which would put me right up there with the BVM) I wouldn’t have a baby until I was 42. Yikes.

Anyway, it’s not really about me right now, is it?

Please send your thoughts, or prayers, or karma, or whatever you may believe, over to Anita and her family. I know she could use it.

One more thing …

I have to say that I really miss Salon. Not their crappy software or service, but the sense of community. I know I posted a lot more frequently then too, but it seemed hardly a day would go by that I wouldn’t hear from Phil, Birdie, Meg, Mike, and the rest of that gang. Now everyone is someplace else and I sometimes feel like the kid who stayed home while everyone else went off to college.

It’s just a little lonelier in this new spot, I guess.

Yes, I think I got it all

Did I mention, after this post, that there is just nothing that compares to cleaning vomit out of a car seat. Car seats have approximately 4 squillion nooks and crannies and just when you think you have found them all … aggghhh … more curdled vomit shows up.

And how was your day?