Twee was the first car I LOVED.  The first car I named.  The first car I took pictures of, even.  She had JUST hit 24K the weekend before her untimely death.  We had just hit our 2nd anniversary together.  

A guy was driving the “NASCAR I-20” and was going from far left lane to far right lane and back again – about 15-20 mph faster than the rest of us.  I remember thinking, “he’s not going to make it” and taking my foot off the gas, but he still clipped my right front coming back.  I spun and hit the median wall head-on and then slid down it a ways.  He spun to the left also and clipped the back of a third car, spinning him to the right across three lanes and up onto the embankment.

There were 3 cars involved, during rush hour traffic, moving across multiple lanes… and we didn’t hit anyone else.  I still don’t know how that happened.  They took 2 of us to the hospital as “just in cases” — my first official ride in an ambulance.

They x-rayed my collar bone and chest, and nothing was broken, but I had a burn on my arm where the airbag hit, bad bruises on my collar and chest from the seatbelt, bruises on my knees from the dash, and a scrape/bruise on the top of my left foot when it went under the clutch.  I got some pretty good drugs!  Flexiril and Vicodin!

I spent the next few days sleeping a lot.  Looking back, I think my “kwokonut” (as my nephew used to call it) got jiggled, and my brains were a little scrambled.  I was pretty loopy for a week or so – at first I thought it was the drugs, but I took the last of those on Saturday after the accident, and even this past Saturday I was still a little loopy.

Deep inside after everyone told me, “Oh, you are so lucky to walk away.”  I agreed with them, but also mourned the loss of my Jeep.  Everyone asked if I’d get another Jeep, and was immediately told, “No.  I can’t yet. Maybe later.”  I know it’s stupid to be mourning the loss of a car, for pete’s sake, but I am.

I was soooo not looking forward to buying a new car, but also knew from looking that my Twee was a total loss.  My insurance company, Liberty Mutual, was fabulous.  I drove a bright “Tonka” yellow Chevy Aveo rental thanks to them, and other than picking up the police report and faxing it to them, haven’t had to do another thing.

I started thinking about a replacement car that Thursday, and knew that a friend of mine ran the Honda dealership in Woodstock.  We have had several Honda’s and great experiences with them all.  I bought my CRV up there in 1997, and sold it in 2007 when I bought Twee.  I gave Scott a call and we went up Friday and got a rental from the Enterprise guy at his location.  He showed me a couple of the cars (even though he doesn’t work in sales).

I did some research online, and narrowed it down to the Insight, Civic, and Fit.  We went over to the dealer closest to us and did a “sit test” in all three.  One of the requirements is an automatic (because The Boy will be driving in 3 years – gasp!) and enough room for a grown-up to sit in the back seat.  The Insight was pretty much an immediate “no.”  Wow was it small.  Also kind of flimsy.  The civic was ok – but the Fit was awesome! There’s as much headroom in the back seat as the front!  There is slightly less legroom in the back seat than the civic, but otherwise – I had my car.

Scott got me a loaner and I drove it for about a day – and when I took it back Friday morning, we were just down to the color.  I liked the silver, and the orange.  They checked the delivery list and a silver was coming in “any day.”  As we were chatting with Scott and met our official salesman, Dusty, the GM came by and said, “truck’s in – want to see your car?” Um, yeah!

So I really got to see my car right off the truck – plastic wrapping all over everything – 3 MILES on the odometer! Sweet!  We get with Dusty and get a price, so we could find out how much out of pocket we need to get together before Monday.  Then we get a price without the floor mats ($150, wow!).  We call our insurance agent to find out when we’ll get the check and how much it will be.  The check’s delayed until Tuesday because of the GA flood claims.

But the greatest part about this – my out of pocket cost?   Sixty-one cents.  Ten dimes and a penny.  A roll of pennies and eleven.  Two quarters, a dime and a penny.  Sixty-one cents!  wooo!  We went up to the dealership with the check, and my 61 cents (I took 6 dimes and a penny, btw).  Saw Scott again, saw my car again, and started signing.  Then I gave them my check and change – everyone got a great kick out of that.  Finally we went back to “the money guy’s” office and he started printing everything out.  Then he refused to take my cash!  He changed the price of the car to be the amount of the check, so I have the 6 dimes and 1 penny in a case for keeps.


I started writing this post at the end of September – only a couple of weeks after the accident.  I didn’t post it, because there is REAL pain out there in the world.  People are losing their parents, siblings, spouses and children, and I’m going on about mourning my car?!?  But now I can look back (a little) and acknowledge that it really, really hurt, as shallow and stupid as it sounds.

My Fit (still just called Fit) has over 5,000 miles and I’ve been taking pictures at every 1,000 miles.  It gets unbelievable gas mileage (30 in town, 37 highway) compared to Twee’s 16-19, and has been to Tallahassee twice.  It has delivered a baby bed to a friend, a table, 4 chairs and a computer to my mother-in-law’s new place, and carried more stuff than you would expect a little car to carry.  Adults have sat comfortably in the back seat.  And it has a USB port, so I have an 8gig thumb drive chock-full of music to listen to — but the radio is pretty cool too.

I’m still dealing with the insurance of the car that hit me. The ambulance bill was $1,732.50 … Transport $1,627.50; Mileage Charge (4 miles @ $26.50) $105.00.  And two of us rode in that one ride, and you KNOW we both got charged – no halfsies here.  I’ve asked the company to pay for all of my co-pays, x-rays, prescriptions, and the three days I took off.  But they want me to prove that I wasn’t paid for those three days.  I was paid – but that was three of my vacation days I took, that I wasn’t planning on taking.  If they push back on this, then I will ask for that amount in pain and suffering, and I’m thinking about tacking on a bit just because they wouldn’t do it the easy painless way.  I truly dislike dealing with stuff like this – I know no one does like it, but still.  And having my insurance company, Liberty Mutual, be so cool throughout the whole thing makes dealing with the “minimum coverage” company that much worse.


Well after a cold wet spring (ok, cold and wet on my scale here in GA), we have finally started ramping up softball.

The Drafted women’s team has played in 2 tournaments – we took 4th in our first tournament at Metro.  We played6 games — we were NOT ready to play that much in our first tournament! We were all soooo sore after that.  In our second tournament at Lovejoy we won 1st – yeah!  We play again this weekend.

Last weekend we played our first co-ed tournament at Conyers.  We played four games and came in 3rd – yay! Great outing for a co-ed team.

I’m playing in a co-ed league at Al Bishop, and occasionally at Hunter Park when they need me.  The Atlanta Advertising League will start up May 7th.

Having fun so far — it’s great to be back in the softball groove!

@loswhit asked on his blog:  Where Did You Grow Up?


We moved here when I was 3 1/2 in 1971, right before my little brother was born.

They paved the road some time around 2000 I think? And my dad had the driveway paved shortly after.  They still live there today.  About 5 acres of land.  The big area to the left of the driveway was the garden.  At one point, the “front garden.”   It takes a good solid day of mowing with a riding lawnmower.

We never had cable.  My parents STILL don’t have cable.  In the industry terms, it is a “home not passed.”  They’ve been talking about getting satellite for about 5 years now.

Seems like it’s out in the sticks, yes?  It’s about 25 miles SE of downtown Atlanta.

It’s Friday. I found this looking for something else. Not my original content – have no idea where it came from.  Enjoy!

You have 2 cows…



You have two cows.

You sell one and buy a bull.

Your herd multiplies, and the economy grows.

You sell them and retire on the income.



You have two cows.

You sell three of them to your publicly listed company, using letters of credit opened by your brother-in-law at the bank, then execute a debt/equity swap with an associated general offer so that you get all four cows back, with a tax exemption for five cows. The milk rights of the six cows are transferred via an intermediary to a Cayman Island company secretly owned by the majority shareholder who sells the rights to all seven cows back to your listed company. The annual report says the company owns eight cows, with an option on one more. Sell one cow to buy a new president of the United States, leaving you with nine cows.  No balance sheet provided with the release. The public buys your bull.



You have two cows.

You sell one, and force the other to produce the milk of four cows.

You are surprised when the cow drops dead.



You have two cows.

Your dairy operation is productive, and you sell 80% of the milk to the US market. The American government decides that you are taking advantage of federal subsidies to dump milk on the market below cost, and slaps you with 25% “countervailing” duties, to protect the interests of the above-mentioned American Corporation. Angered and enraged in typical polite Canadian fashion, you cheer on the Canadian hockey team to pound the USA team 5-2 and win Olympic gold. You let out a cheer, wave the Maple Leaf a bit, then apologize for the outburst and get back to milking your cows.



You have two cows.

You go on strike because you want three cows.



You have two cows.

You redesign them so they are one-tenth the size of an ordinary cow and produce twenty times the milk. You then create clever cow cartoon images called Cowkimon and market them Worldwide.



You have two cows.

You reengineer them so they live for 100 years, eat once a month, and milk themselves.



You have two cows.

Both are mad.



You have two cows, but you don’t know where they are.

You break for lunch.



You have two cows.

You count them and learn you have five cows. You count them again and learn you have 42 cows. You count them again and learn you have 12 cows. You stop counting cows and open another bottle of vodka.



You have 5000 cows, none of which belong to you.

You charge others for storing them.



You have two cows.

You worship them.



You have two cows.

You have 300 people milking them. You claim full employment, high bovine productivity, and arrest the newsman who reported the numbers.



So, there are these two Jewish cows, right?

They open a milk factory, an ice cream store, and then sell the movie rights. They send their calves to Harvard to become doctors. So, who needs people?



You have two cows.

That one on the left is kinda cute…

I was my Grandma’s only girl and even though I wasn’t the best grand-kid to her, I was very special, and she was very special to me. She had 2 boys, and between them there were 2 grandsons and 1 granddaughter.  We gave her 1 great-grandson and 2 great-granddaughters.

The month before my son was born (over 11 years ago), we didn’t think Grandma would be with us much longer.  She had Parkinson’s and they hadn’t found a good mix of medication yet for her.  She was in a nursing home and not doing well.  We took pictures of her with my newborn son with the thought in the back of our head that she at least was able to hold her great-grandson before she died.

But then the right mix was found and she started getting better.  She moved into an assisted living home.  When my daughter was born we visited her there often.  Then a couple of years later, she decided that she was tired of the people there and tired of having everyone trying to know everyone’s business, and moved back to her house.

Last year they found that Grandma was developing fibroids in her lungs. No cure, only treatment for symptoms.  She was using a nebulizer with breathing treatments until a month or so ago and she moved to oxygen.  The last few weeks she has been on oxygen full time.

Sunday, we were all down at my parents’ for my Mom’s and my daughter’s birthdays — Grandma’s birthday was in August too, but she wasn’t feeling up to coming over.  So we all went down to her house and spent about an hour with her. 

Grandma passed away yesterday afternoon.  I love her so much, and I know she loved me just as much if not more.

She was the typical grandma — she let you do all the cool things parents aren’t allowed to — one time she took me to Tastee Freeze (the only restaraunt in town) to get me a milkshake.  I wanted the large one.  She asked once if I was sure that I wanted that much, and I assured her, oh yes.  So she bought it for me knowing I’d get such a bellyache.  And instead of saying “I told you so” took care of me and my silly belly. 

Here’s a picture of her at our family vacation in 2006 with her 3 great-grandchildren.  She loved the beach and loved Florida.  She and my Grandpa almost moved down there when I was still in high school, but they could never decide on a good place to stay.

I will miss you Grandma, but I’m so glad that you don’t have to struggle for every breath, or have to rest just from walking to the next room.

She just sees the world in such a different way, that I’m constantly amazed by what she says and the thoughts that come out of that not-so-little noggin of hers.

I had just bought a refill of my allergy maintenance medicine and I was opening the bottle in the car.  Buddy asks, “Why do they have so many different seals and plastic and tops and cotton on medicine bottles?”  And so we try to explain to them what happened with the Tylenol scare in 1982 (I had to look that up) and how the solution was to make sure if someone got into a product to change it, you would know.

Both kids then had a few questions about him*:  where did it happen? how many people died? will it happen again? etc…  I told them I was pretty sure he was never caught (he wasn’t) and they then asked me where I thought he was now.  I told them it was quite a while ago, and that he might even be dead by now.

Sweetie then piped up from the backseat, “Or…. maybe he retired from being evil.”

Oh heavens, I love that little girl and her left-handed angle of the world!

After we were sure the car was going to stay in the lane and not run off the road from us laughing, we heard Buddy tell her in his oh-so-11-and-wise voice, “No.  Once you go evil you can’t go back.”

Which was a whole other conversation.  Jeez Louise, kids ask the hard questions or bring up the touchy subjects as easy as they do asking “what’s for lunch?”  White House Press Correspondents have nothing on two kids sitting in the backseat of a car.


* I use the male pronoun for someone that was never identified or caught not to be sexist or whatever —  I’m just lazy and don’t want to say he/she, etc. everytime.

I love my Jeep – it is “the awesome.”  But gas prices have forced me to look at ways to lower my costs.

My daily commute is about 32 miles.  With the old me, that was 2 gallons a day.  At today’s costs, it would be $8 a day, or $160 a month just for gas.

CNN had an article about the myths of saving gas and mentioned that the best way to improve your gas mileage was to slow down.  What?!? Oh noes!

The first tank of the experiment wasn’t much of an improvement… I was still adjusting to my newer, kinder, gentler, “omg I’m going so slow!” way of life.  But the second tank of gas actually improved 3 mpg over the last 2.   That saves me $25 a month!  Think of all the beer that buys!

The weather has been nice — I think the top has been up maybe 4 days over the last 2 months.  I’m slowing down and smelling the gardenias… and the natural gas and sewage and road kill, but nevermind that… but it’s becoming nice.

I’m slowly getting used to going slow.  Now, if I look down and haven’t been thinking of my speed, I’m going about 62 mph, or about 10-15 mph slower than my old cruising speed.

I kind of like life in the slow lane.  Going 15 mph slower adds 3 minutes to my commute.  Three more minutes of enjoying the outdoors, the clear blue skies, and the bird song.  I definitely like that!

Driving back from lunch with Glenn’s cousin and his wife, my dashboard read:

My little girl looks at the world in her unique, left-handed way.  Here is a few examples, and I”ll try to add more as we remember them:

Last night while we were eating dinner she said:  “You know, your eyes are like little mirrors that only show what’s around you and you can’t see yourself…except what’s on your body.  But I can’t see my back, and that’s part of my body.  Momma, can you see your back when you grow up?”

Your pants… you know… two legs, button and zipper… well Sweetie calls the legs “pants sleeves.”

Her pillow cases are “pillow sheets.” 

Had a great time playing co-ed softball this past Saturday in Conyers.  I kind of gauge success by how late we stay — if you make it to dark and playing under the lights, you did ok.  We came in 4th and left around 10pm.  I hit the ball GREAT until the last game, and we all sucked that game… lost 6-3.  You can’t win many softball games scoring 6 runs, much less 3.  The score was 1-1 until the 6th.

This weekend there is a Jack and Jill (co-ed) tournament scheduled for Al Bishop which I kind of hope makes, even though our women’s team needs to play soon.  If it doesn’t make, we’ll play women’s at Metro.  Al Bishop is closer to the house, but Metro isn’t too much farther (compared to Conyers and Lovejoy).

No pictures – didn’t even take the camera.  Maybe next time.


July 2007 023

Upcoming Games:


Mar 7 - Johnson Park

Mar 14 - Hobgood

Apr 4 - Lovejoy

Apr 11 - Johnson Park

Apr 25-26 - Lovejoy

May 9 - Lovejoy

May 16 - Metro

Jun 5-7 - Metro

Jun 12-14 Myrtle Beach

Jun 20 - Metro

Jul 11 - Johnson

Jul 25-26 - Dillinger Park

Aug 7-9 Sweetwater Park

Sep 26 - Johnson Park


May 23 - Jack & Jill

Jul 25 - Ian Thomas

Aug 22 - CoEd State

Sep 11 - Orlando

Oct 10 - Johnson Park