I'm sure everyone is already covering Tesla's new Model S, concentrating on it's 300 mile range, 45 minute charge time, quickly interchangeable battery, and it's sleek styling. That is all awesome, but what blew me away is their claim that it seats 7. Add in the storage in the hatchback and under the hood and you've got room for the kids and all the stuff that goes with them... in an electric car!
This is what a family car should be. No exhaust that you have to tell your kids to stay out of. No oil changes. Damn, I what this car. Well, I've got till 2011 to save up $50,000.
I wonder if Hot Wheels will make an orange version of this one to add to our collection.
Friday, March 27, 2009
Wednesday, March 25, 2009
Thursday, March 19, 2009
It's kinda funny how I have a hard time spending more than $20 on a shirt for myself but it took all my willpower to not buy every one of the new Monster Republic shirts (about $40 each) for the boys at Siji Kids. Though they have some seriously great deals on last season's stuff, in store and online.
It's kinda funny how putting the word "the" in front of something can make it seam so much more severe. "Ozzi has croup." Ozzi has the croup." See?
It's kinda funny how Facebook can cause blog-killing neglect.
Wednesday, March 11, 2009
We have a half eaten Chocolate Chocolate Cake from Cafe Latte on the kitchen counter, left over from K8's Birthday, begging me to add it to my already thick winter layer of all natural personal insulation. We have three separate prescriptions of Amoxicillin being administered at the prescribed regular intervals to all but me. We have Charlie Chaplin's The Kid in the DVD player reminding us of our nation's past and possible future. The house is a disaster of toys, clothing, and food shrapnel and I am without the gumption to remedy such overwhelming domestic intranquility. All gumption was exhausted the other day in meticulously, and lovingly, manufacturing the tiny 3D Q and O earrings out of origami paper. There is only one thing that can save me from this morose state of being. Beastie Boys. Loud, loud, Beastie Boys.