bad drivers
A couple years ago, I wrote a post when I worked at Momlogic about Parenting from the Gut. I had decided that my all things Westside and Neurotic was getting out of control and I’d try to listen to my instincts instead of flocking to the gurus that I had (still am) been paying good money to, to tell me what kind of pajamas my toddler should wear in mid October.
Sure… that “laissez faire,” whatever works mentality works sometimes, but there is one area in particular that my own “here’s how I’m going to handle this” strategy has been failing big time: Potty Talk with a capital Shit. ...Read More
I don’t know what it is, but I have the world’s worst luck when it comes to cars. While I consider myself a fantastic driver (all of you that have driven with me, shut up), and frankly the most competent and skilled parallel parker you will ever meet (it’s true, I could win medals), when it comes to… how do I say this delicately, damaging cars if you will, I suck. Let me take you through a little chronology of said luck:
1993. It all started when I got my driver’s license (Aced it to be clear) and was given the lovely gift of borrowing my grandfather’s 1980 Camaro. While ...Read More
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Manners Monday: Road Rage! from lisagache on Vimeo.
Many months ago, I was driving with Jonah and running late (as usual). We pulled up at a stop light and though the light was green, the car in front of me decided to slow down and virtually stop. I laid on my horn and without thinking said, “GO! DOUCHE!” Sure enough, not two seconds later, a little gold fished crusted mouth, as if he were driving himself, blurted “Gooooo. Douuuuuuuuuuuuuuche!”
Oops.
There’s no doubt about it. When it comes to setting a good example of manners for Jonah, I have two unfortunate things working for me: I swear like a truck driver, ...Read More
As we sat in traffic en route to Lucy’s 2nd Birthday party, I nearly bit my tongue off trying to stifle my urge to tell T-Ko to change lanes. He has a habit of staying in the right lane forever, and effing EVER, and it makes me insane in the membrane. Trying to avoid a fight, and trying to challenge myself to my own little game of “who can be quiet the longest,” I didn’t say anything. (Okay, well maybe I said one thing. But it was only because he really could have gone faster. It’s true that you can actually get a ticket for driving like my grandma. Seriously). ...Read More
As if I wasn’t disheveled enough, now I have to obide by the new HANDS-FREE LAW that became effective in the state of California TODAY. This law prohibits all drivers from using handheld wireless telephones while operating a motor vehicle. AWESOME. So instead of simply answering my phone, reaching back to give Baby-Ko a pacifier AND honk at the idiot who could have made ten left turns by now, (a sequence of events that I have so gracefully mastered in the past 9 months), NOW I have to find the EAR PIECE somewhere in the abyss that is my purse, answer the phone, reach back to give Baby-Ko the ...Read More