Let me start by saying that I have had a few cars in my life some of which were loved, some not so much. Khaki was definitely in the love category. She was initially bought to provide the dogs with a roomy area to travel to and from the manny. She was also low enough to accommodate our aging Husky and eventually aging Boxer. Khaki really was their car, and that was never more evident than when we all traveled together. Measuring out the livable space for the dogs versus the humans was quite hilarious as we realized the dogs had a roomy 2/3 of the cabin and we were cramped up in the other 1/3! They loved it, and after all we did get it with them in mind.
As I drove Khaki to the dealership, it hit me like a bus that in a few minutes I would be free of a vehicle in my name for the first time since I was 16. As is expected, when you get a car as a teenager it symbolizes freedom and independence. It's a rite of passage that we as adults take for granted, viewing the car as necessity. Driving down the road I began to have a heavy feeling in my chest, and an overall sense of dread. Although I know better now, at the time it felt like I was giving away a part of me. The independent me. Now before you go getting worried about my marital bliss/independencelessness let me say that the whole time I was upset I kept doing this whole schizophrenic "It's a CAR! What are you upset about, you baby!" "Oh my God I don't have my own transportation!" My brain was being logical, but my heart was doing what hearts always do.
So even though I walked away with $2400 extra from the sale, for a couple of days after I felt like I left a huge part of myself at the dealership. I know now that it was a symbolic loss. As stupid as it sounds, it felt like a loss of identity. I don't mind telling you that sitting in the driveway crying over my car really threw me for a loop. Crying over a car? What is happening to my hormone-wrought brain?!!!
Needless to say, all is well now. I felt sad and at a loss for a couple of days, but that soon faded and was replaced by a feeling of accomplishment as we finally became a one-car family. Khaki has gone on the serve a nice little old lady or as a first car for a boy with a dog (my fantasy) and we have our lovely ladies of the carport, Maude and Rhoda. All's well.

In a recent movie campaign for King Arthur (see example below) the studio took the liberty of turning
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Winner of the 2006 Tony Award for Best Musical, Jersey Boys takes you behind the music of Frankie Valli & The Four Seasons and, as The New York Times says, "the crowd goes wild!" Following the rags-to-rock-to-riches tale of four blue-collar kids working their way from the streets of Newark to the heights of stardom, Jersey Boys features the hit songs "Sherry," "Big Girls Don't Cry," "Walk Like a Man," "Can't Take My Eyes Off You," "Oh, What a Night," and more.
In the last few years, Broadway audiences have been the beneficiaries of some extremely well thought out, and exciting musicals that fit neatly into the genre of Jukebox Musical. That basically means that a particular group or singer's songbook is opened up and a storyline is written around it. There is a graveyard of disappointments that proves it is important to rely on more than just a catchy pop tune to carry the show. Jersey Boys came along in the 2005-2006 season and immediately became an audience favorite due to the fact that it has a strong story to go along with a stellar group of songs. I dare you not to sing along and tap your toes!


She was smart, powerful, pretty and half machine! What more could I want?!
Who needs "Baywatch" when you can have Jaime
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And because I know you are asking yourselves already, yes, yes I do have a Sleep Number Bed!
In The Phantom of the Opera, a young singer, Christine, is charmed by a mysterious specter who haunts the Paris Opera house. Based on Gaston 
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