Several years ago, I wrote this post. Read to the end to find out why it’s still relevant today . . .

So, I was backing out of the garage today, and then I heard a cracking and crashing noise. Well, actually, I was in the car, thinking about picking up the kids from school (One carpool of two was down to one rider, because my own daughter was staying late. But then I got a text this morning that the one girl who needed a ride home was bringing a friend along, so zero-sum game. Two at the elementary school. One home sick with the phone next to her in case of emergency. The trick would be not forgetting to pick up my staying-late kid) After that, I was bringing one girl to a playdate with potential swimming and another to see an old friend. And then there were the special socks we were donating to the jamboree basket auction and the sign I forgot to put up for Awesome Art. Check and Check. So I pushed the button to raise the garage door, and put the car into gear. I let my foot off the break and CRASH CASCADE.

Later, my 9-year-old daughter asked me if I had said a bad word when it happened. But I didn't. I calmly put the car in drive and inched up a bit, put it in park, turned the car off and got out.  Man, that was a doozy.



As you may know, I have had some trouble with the car and the garage before.

When I told my friend Valerie (Shake and Lay/Chicken Sitter Valerie, not French Valerie) she said "I used to feel like my minivan had a target on it for a while." That made me feel better. So here's a shout out to Shake and Lay Valerie.

And, just because I'm really proud of this (but maybe regretting the placement of the sign and the fact that it's not centered on the page, but whatever) here's the Awesome Art project I did with my friend Beth (like me but with more fabulous ideas).


And, you know what, those fancy socks are still in the minivan, yet to be donated.

It’s been almost 5 years since this post. I have a new minivan and it is white. I also backed it into the partially open garage door a few weeks ago, this time cracking the piece that holds the upper break light enough that it held on until we took a ride on 287 and flew off of the car. I no longer carpool as I have another driver in the house (my daughter) who handles the High School run for herself and he brother. Shake and Lay Valerie traded up to a crossover SUV or some such. The other Beth is still like me with even more fabulous ideas. She thinks my real perk is having a garage attached to the house that’s not full of stuff other than a car, which is actually pretty sweet. And the socks? I think they’re still in that old minivan. And there are more donations waiting to “cure” in my new minivan.