Sentences with phrase «started this car blog»

I did a really early post when I first started this car blog.

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A Minnesota native with a marketing degree from Drake University, Joel was the car critic for the Times Delphic in college and went on to start his own automotive blog (Accelerate Mpls) late in 2009.

Today on the way to a pool play date, I was preoccupied with thoughts of the start of school next week, the neighborhood playgroup I am trying to start for my youngest, the violin lessons I wanted to look into for my oldest, the birthday present I need to mail for my sister, and the blog post I needed to come up with to wrap up Car Week on Baby Bunching.

Thanks to this new trend I've had the song, «Workin at the car wash» stuck in my head since I started putting together this blog post.

There is a really fun story behind shooting these blog photos — it started raining almost immediately after we jumped out of the car.

The Korean Car Blog is starting new projects and one of them is making international events in different parts of the world.

It was an innocuous enough question to receive by email, especially for someone that runs a travel blog, but I had to wonder: Did the sender realize I lived in New York City which, at last check, was not normally considered a convenient starting point for a day trip to the largest waterfall in North America (Google Maps pegs the drive to Niagara Falls from New York City at 411 miles and nearly 7 hours by car)?

Dear Sundeepa - chetan...... CONGRATULATIONS!!!!! WONDERFUL Photographs with EXCELLENT write up, we feel like get up and start for a self - drive my Car sooner possible, It is very good blog.

I'm pinching someone else's metaphor here, from another blog site; Last year I couldn't start my car.

Things have moved on greatly since this blog started posting about EVs, not least Ecotricity's national network of Electricity «Pumps» — the Electric Highway — it's great to read some real - world experiences of production cars.

Ryan Thibodaux, a political blogger, recorded his own efforts to build a reactor, buy diesel cars and actually start producing the stuff at his blog The Higher Pie Still have questions?

So if you want to start showing up for «Cleveland car accident lawyer», it won't happen tomorrow just because you add a bunch of practice area pages, optimize your site perfectly, and add blog posts all in one day.

About this blog About my company, Brazen Careerist Penelopes guide to starting a blog Asperger's at work: Why I need a sick day to register my car Posted to: Diversity Self - management December 1st, 2009 Del.icio.us Digg Reddit StumbleUpon Tweet This Facebook The guy who sold me my car cancelled the plates the very next week.

It went something like this: hotel check - in, locate room, locate wifi service, attempt connection to wifi, wonder why the connection is taking so long, try again, locate phone, call front desk, get told «the internet is broken for a while», decide to hot - spot the mobile phone because some emails really needed to be sent, go «la la la» about the roaming costs, locate iron, wonder why iron temperature dial just spins around and around, swear as iron spews water instead of steam, find reading glasses, curse middle - aged need for reading glasses, realise iron temperature dial is indecipherably in Chinese, decide ironing front of shirt is good enough when wearing jacket, order room service lunch, start shower, realise can't read impossible small toiletry bottle labels, damply retrieve glasses from near iron and successfully avoid shampooing hair with body lotion, change (into slightly damp shirt), retrieve glasses from shower, start teleconference, eat lunch, remember to mute phone, meet colleague in lobby at 1 pm, continue teleconference, get in taxi, endure 75 stop - start minutes to a inconveniently located client, watch unread emails climb over 150, continue to ignore roaming costs, regret tuna panini lunch choice as taxi warmth, stop - start juddering, jet - lag, guilt about unread emails and traffic fumes combine in a very unpleasant way, stumble out of over-warm taxi and almost catch hypothermia while trying to locate a very small client office in a very large anonymous business park, almost hug client with relief when they appear to escort us the last 50 metres, surprisingly have very positive client meeting (i.e. didn't throw up in the meeting), almost catch hypothermia again waiting for taxi which despite having two functioning GPS devices can't locate us on a main road, understand why as within 30 seconds we are almost rendered unconscious by the in - car exhaust fumes, discover that the taxi ride back to the CBD is even slower and more juddering at peak hour (and no, that was not a carbon monoxide induced hallucination), rescheduled the second client from 5 pm to 5.30, to 6 pm and finally 6.30 pm, killed time by drafting this guest blog (possibly carbon monoxide induced), watch unread emails climb higher, exit taxi and inhale relatively fresher air from kamikaze motor scooters, enter office and grumpily work with client until 9 pm, decline client's gracious offer of expensive dinner, noting it is already midnight my time, observe client fail to correctly set office alarm and endure high decibel «warning, warning» sounds that are clearly designed to send security rushing... soon... any second now... develop new form of nausea and headache from piercing, screeching, sounds - like - a-wailing-baby-please-please-make-it-stop-alarm, note the client is relishing the extra (free) time with us and is still talking about work, admire the client's ability to focus under extreme aural pressure, decide the client may be a little too work focussed, realise that I probably am too given I have just finished work at 9 pm... but then remember the 200 unread emails in my inbox and decide I can resolve that incongruency later (in a quieter space), become sure that there are only two possibilities — there are no security staff or they are deaf — while my colleague frantically tries to call someone who knows what to do, conclude after three calls that no - one does, and then finally someone finally does and... it stops.