Monthly Archives: September 2012


I wanted to share a blog that I love.  I discovered Mowielicious back in 2009, when I was on my road trip.  I thought it was interesting that we’d both started blogging about the same time.  However, unlike my blog which has never had more than a handful of readers (I mostly feel like I’m posting for myself), Mowie has grown his blog into a thriving business.  It’s been great to watch the blog go from comments from all his friends to a portfolio of a professional food photographer and stylist.  And as good as his pictures are, his styling talents are even more amazing.


Fiat 500


I’ve been meaning to do a post on my new car, but I’ve been waiting to learn all its secrets.  Here it is–my Fiat 500.  Isn’t it adorable?  I have to say I really love my new car.  It’s just so damn cute.  I smile every time I look at it.  That said, I thought I’d list some of the pros and cons about the Fiat 500, in case anyone is looking to buy one.


  • It’s so small, I can fit into any parking spot.
  • Very fuel efficient, even in the canyons in Los Angeles
  • A lot of extras are standard–Bluetooth, iPod, steering wheel controls.  I now have power windows for the first time in 12 years.
  • Even though it’s a hatchback, with the way the rear is designed, it feels more like a trunk, which I prefer.
  • The Sport function works really well in the canyons, with all the twists and turns.
  • The standard sound system is great and all the controls are on the steering wheel.


  • Automatic lights are not available.  These were standard on my 2001 Oldsmobile, but I guess I’ll have to get used to turning my lights on and off again.
  • There’s no visor extension, another standard in my Oldsmobile that is lacking.  I had to jury-rig something with poster board so I’m not blinded by the sunlight, because the visor is pretty much worthless.
  • I got a power sunroof thrown in for free (YEAH).  Unfortunately, there’s no cover to block the sun when it’s not open, only a screen.  This means it gets really hot in the car almost instantly and I, with my white girl skin, get sunburned while driving around.  I had to come up with another ghetto solution for that.  It works, but isn’t exactly très chic.
  • Fiat 500s were not designed to be automatics, but since I can’t drive a stick shift and I didn’t want to deal with a manual transmission in the hills, that’s what I got.  It has a lot of trouble shifting and is very jerky until it hits 40 mph.  You can switch over into a semi-manual transmission, which is what I’ll probably end up doing once I learn to drive a stick.
  • You have to take it to the dealer for all service and maintenance because Fiat is so new in the US and no one else has the parts.  Fiat does offer a really good maintenance plan as an incentive because of this.

All in all, I do love my car.  It’s so much fun to drive, and it just makes me happy.



Random Ramblings in Runyon

I love L.A.  There’s such a diverse cross section of people and viewpoints.  It’s always interesting when I’m hiking in Runyon Canyon to listen to the little snippets of conversations that I hear as people pass by me.


Random bits of conversation at Runyon Canyon:


Three men sitting in the shade enjoying the view.  As I come around the curve in the trail, one of them says, “She’s a fucking cunt.”  Instant silence when they see me walking towards them.  As I come abreast, one of them starts laughing and then we’re all laughing.

Two seemingly heterosexual men walking up the mountain.  One to the other:  “…That’ll kill the sperm”  I couldn’t tell if he was serious or being sarcastic.

Two middle-aged women, overweight dressed like Harley biker chicks:  “He said I should use my work computer.  All those fetish pictures there?  Oh, no. ”

Three women, early twenties, very wannabe Hollywood starlet types:  “She should be thanking me.  She was about to move to Texas with him.  And he still texts me.

Woman asking a man:  “They had the wedding at Walmart?”

Two gay men:  “He’s not very emotional.  He’s really shy.  Let me put it this way:  I’m the only guy he makes out with.”