Showing posts with label Van. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Van. Show all posts

24 June 2009

A is for Art du Auto.


Recently while cleaning the van I came across this scene.
It is breathtaking in its completeness, elegance, range of textures and random silliness. Silly is a power word.
This image tells a story of the van, the children who ride in it, the grit of childhood -- o.k. perhaps that is going a little over the top...
M (5) loves to undress her dolls--now she is just starting to dress them. I'm not sure if Barbie's negligee is intentional or not.
The composition struck me. Not one item was unnecessary.

08 March 2009

My kind of family van.


Had a conversation last night with a Utah Valley Democrat. She wondered what she was doing here... I guess I do too. Lovely lovely person. But as Popeye so eloquently said, "I yam what I yam," and so I am pretty comfortable here. I also realize that thoughtful, caring people all all around me. Witness this van.

I saw this van parked at the Scera Theater. [Theatre?] I stopped in my tracks. It was a home school event and whoa: Dig the Pro-family, Pro-Obama sticker. That is cool. I am very happy to see support for President Obama, especially in Utah Co. Give the man a chance to clean the colossal mess left from the last Eight years by Bush & Co.

Please also note that I've smudged the license plate numbers... don't want any vitriolic Ut. Co. nut jobs coming after my new friends! -- also not writing details of recently received emails & my lovely friend's recent experiences at the hands of Ut. Co. Republicans.

04 April 2007

M is for Mom and Minivan


My friend Ashley linked me to this video. Ohmyheck. It is just too real. When I first watched it I alternated between guffaws and tears.

C does make good use of duct tape ...

S (this is really sad) says it's missing dog vomit. As in the dog vomit that was suddenly all over the back seat, and her, while I was on my way to a yoga class a long while ago. I was driving, what could I do about it? And, I couldn’t see it. I told her, "Ahh, just clean it up!" She meekly said, "Uhhh Mom? I can't." When I finally saw it... it was a disaster.

See MOM MY RIDE