Mama Likey

This is just one of those many ways in which my extra Y chromosome rears it's masculine little head. I love cars, and I like this little ride which was revealed at the 2010 Paris Auto Show yesterday, the Range Rover Evoque. I even like the color, which is saying a lot because they say that the color of your car speaks volumes about your personality.

Today, I drive a silver car, but for years I drove a black car. Come to think of it, this is the first car I have owned that wasn't black, including and up to my first car. A black Ford Mustang hand-me-down from my two brothers. Now don't get all excited, my Mustang was not one of which dreams were made. No, that car was made during Ford's small, economy, sedan, piece of crap Mustang years, and it was black. I loved it for sure, because it was MINE and that was good enough for me.

Yet every time I see a black car now, the thought runs through my head, "I should have chosen a black car". Needless to say, when the time comes for me to choose my next car, I'm pretty confident it will be black. But I'm liking the white too..

Anyway, here's what the color of your car says about you according to Socyberty.com:

Red:
A red car indicates that you are a passionate person. You are a “take charge” kind of individual and you are at least a little wild. If you are thinking of buying a red car keep in mind that red cars are still among the most stolen and one of the most ticketed vehicles on the road. Bright red paint also subconsciously sends the message that the owner is in a higher income bracket.

Orange:
An orange vehicle is exceedingly hard to find. If you have an orange car you most likely crave attention. You are also generally a happy and upbeat person who enjoys being unique.

Yellow:
There aren’t too many yellow cars on the road either, but a few companies do put them out; think the Ford Focus and VW Bug for instance. If you drive a yellow car you are confident. You like to have fun and you embrace the child within.

Green:
Green is the color of nature. The person who chooses a green car is conscientious. They tend to be the go-to person in tense situations because they know how to keep their emotions in balance.

Blue:
If your car is dark blue you are likely a very loyal person. You value relationships over wealth and you are calm. Rather than stand out, you like to blend in. If your car is light blue you are serene and peaceful. You also have a strong maternal instinct.

Purple:
This is the color of royalty. If you have found a purple car you are a cherished individual who loves beauty, but walks with strength and purpose.

Pink:
There are few pink cars out there, but they can be found. If you have a pink car, you like to be treated with a soft touch. You like to smile and you think good health is important.

Brown:
If you have a brown car that signifies that you are reliable. You are true to yourself and to those around you. You are earthy and don’t engage in “showboating.” You are approachable, responsible and worthy of friendship.

Black:
A slick black car is the epitome of power and authority. Think CIA or Secret Service. If you have a black car, you are sending the message that you are in control and are self-assured.

White:
There are many white cars on the road. What they say about their owners has a lot to do with their upkeep. A clean white car shows that you pay attention to detail. You are careful and pure. A dirty white car makes you look sloppy and indifferent.

Gray:
Although gray often represents the dreary and depressing in clothes, furniture and paint, that is not the case with your gray car. A gray car is a comfortable one. It represents stability and self-reliance.

Silver:
Silver cars represent prestige, wealth and luxury. The newer and shinier the car, the more this will come across.

Gold:
A gold car represents wealth and pride. If you have a gold car, you likely want to be noticed. You want people to know you do not lack financially and you are independent.

Please do leave your car color in the comments section so we can learn more about what the color of your car says about you bloggers!

Caption Crap

"Oh Shit........"

Since you loved last week's photo I thought this one would just make your day. Or make you hurl. Offensive, for sure, but have at it anyway; caption away.

Tid Bitty City

(remember these things??? I used to love them)

Random tid-bits From the Desk of Candy:

• Tonite marks the second episode of "Glee" on Fox. I am supercilious excited for this show, which I think combines the perfect ingredients for good fun on TV. Jane Lynch alone is worth the watch, and I got my daughter all pumped up on Glee over the summer. She is now a self-proclaimed "Gleek", who had the awesome opportunity to meet the cast at Hot Topic at the mall for her birthday. That day she got to preview tonite's episode and she informs me that it does not disappoint. I have to keep reminding her not to reveal the plot for tonite's episode, as I am a bit of a"Gleek" myself.

• The sports world in Beantown is all abuzz about the recent Richard Seymour trade to Oakland. Seems since the Pats traded Vrabel and Cassel, and now that Teddy Bruschi just retired, fans are more than a bit concerned over the pending team at Foxboro. Relax people, did we not coin the phrase a few years back, "In Bill we trust"? We have seen worse days in Foxboro, for sure. Let's just hope that Tommy Boy is in fine form and that he has all the weapons needed to prove that he is arguably one of the greatest the game has ever seen. I have faith, love and the season tix to prove it.

• Why is it that the first signs of Fall always show up around the start of school?? Do we not have a few more weeks of summer left here?? This was quite possibly the shortest summer on record in MA. We lost June, due to 28 days of rain, waited for July to heat up and had a week or two of hot weather in August. That's it. DONE. And as my grandmother used to say, "Shut up and like it, capiche??

• I am totally DIGGIN' me some Black Eyed Peas, at the moment. Completely Ferg-alicious, they are the "soul food" of pop right now. Their song, "I've got a feeling" is one that resonates throughout the day with it's optimistic feel good vibe. My favorite part, the some what after-thought "L'chaim", (pronounced phonetically "la-hiem") chanted after "Mazeltov" which is a Jewish salutation which means "to life". Good stuff that keeps a little bounce in your step, and who couldn't use a little extra bounce these days??

• Things are finally starting to take shape and I am SOOO excited. My hard work will hopefully pay off very soon, but we will talk more about that later.

• AND-if you've ever thought that your blog has no power and felt as if someday's it just isn't worth it-here is living proof. When checking my email this morning, I recieved this. In the Re: section was "Turtle Wax Love!" At first glance, I thought it was spam, but thought differently since I had just yesterday wrote on this blog about my experience with Turtle Wax Car Wash.

I opened it to reveal this:

Candy,
Your blog popped up in my Google Alerts when you mentioned Turtle Wax Car Wash. Glad your experience was good and that the van revealed it's true color!
If you're interested, we'd love to send out a care package for you to help keep the van clean now that you've got it that way.
Shoot me your mailing address and we'll send it out.
Thanks for the Turtle Wax love!

Brand Director
Turtle Wax, Inc.
www.turtlewax.com

Now that's a touchdown if I ever saw one!!

To you all today, L'chaim!! and if the Peas come on your radio, whether you like them or not, leave it on and toast to life!

Peace.

Attention To Detail

Yesterday was a glorious day here in MA and I decided that I could no longer pretend that my silver SUV had been re-painted a darker shade of grey, on purpose. I couldn't act like the halo of dirt that adhered to the car no longer bothered me. I suddenly realized the dirt made me the "Pig Pen" of the pick up line at school and I was ashamed. Being a take charge kind of gal, I took immediate action.

Armed with my bucket of water, Turtle Wax car wash, sponges, chamois and rags I set out to right this terrible wrong. Upon first rinse of the hose, I was horrified to learn that the grime literally laughed in the face of the clean water. The clean water, no worthy adversary to months of built up dirt and salt. No, this was a job for a professional and the Turtle Wax car wash and I went straight to battle. I worked in sections, using my best "elbow grease" technique, revealing the sparkling, true color of my car. The soap and water did a victory dance over the surface of the vehicle as I gained the momentum I needed to eradicate the dirt. It took about an hour to encircle the entire car and when I was done, some of that dirt still clung to life, hoping to live for another day.

But yesterday was not the day, dear dirt, for there was a new Sherriff in town, and this town wasn't big enough for both of us. Round two, with the soap and sponge successfully cleaned the surface and I had found new life, inspired by my squeaky clean vehicle. It's beauty was once again evident and I knew my work was only half done. I opened the driver side door and went immediately to work. While not a complete disaster, it wasn't pretty in there. Half full water bottles occupied every cup holder, magazines, school papers and reciepts were casually strewn about among the sand left over from my Maine beach vacation. The black of the carpets had imbedded white pet hair from Buddy's frequent trips about town and my leather seats had seen better days.

I enlisted the help of My Guy's shop vaccum, because the house vaccum had never been that close to this much dirt. It was my "Patriot Missile", my secret weapon, and I doubt any other machine or human could have worked with as much harmony and rythm as we did. The black lustre of the floor carpets returned and I even lifted the seats to vaccum the underside. I was on a mission. No dirt or dog hair escaped my notice. I concocted a mixture of Amor All and window cleaner to treat the leather seats, and I swear I saw a twinkle when I completed them.

The dust on the dash had not a chance, and it was then that I realized this was what Mr. GM and Mr Ford intended the car to look like. Every inch of my vehicle was treated to a spa-like improvement and I doubt any professional could have done a better job. I had succeeded in reclaiming the glory of a nice car, something which had gotten lost under all that dirt. I stood back in awe, almost sorry that there was no crevice left to clean. I had left no stone unturned.

Now that my car is pristine, I don't want anyone IN the car, least of all my kids who don't seem to share in the appreciation of a squeaky clean vehicle and job well done. The ride to school this morning was full of warnings about trash, foot placement and bottled drinks.
To which they replied, "God mom, it's just a car."

Someday they will understand. I hope.