Have I mentioned here that I recently bought a new car? If you follow me on Twitter, you know that I’ve been jonzing for a Honda Pilot for a very long time, even though I was very attached to my first mom-car, a 1999 Honda CR-V.
I intended to buy a young used car, but according to several dealers I spoke with, and my own research on CraigsList and in the classified ads, Cash for Clunkers pretty much wiped out the availability of pre-owned 2009 and 2010 models.
But there were plenty of clunkers available — yay!
That article got the attention of a local news station and consumer reporter. And that’s how I ended up gesticulating wildly on MartinoTV. I’m on from about 1:10 to about 3:10. If you look carefully, you can see my old car, Betty, behind the AutoSearch guy.
So my advice? If you’re not an expert at negotiating for a car, consider using an auto broker.
And take a chill pill before going on camera to talk about it.
A few months back, my Aussie friend put up for a short time a marvelous post of her singing, in her living room, a heartfelt rendition of Simon & Garfunkel’s The Boxer (Homeward Bound). It was delightful to watch and listen to her unabashedly sing to her soul’s content.
I vowed to do so one day. One day in the waaaaaaaay future.
When I met Eden at BlogHer10, she gave me a very thoughtful and perfect gift — a bottle of flower essences concocted by her sister, Linda. She said that the tincture was aimed at helping me find my voice. Not just for singing, she asserted. This is bigger than just singing, she said, looking me in the eye solemnly.
I have been placing the drops under my tongue twice daily, and as a result I AM finding my voice.
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