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BEHIND THE WHEEL: LESSONS LEARNED (PART IV OF IV)

Siria — Fri, 13 May 2011 14:04:29 +0000

To wrap up this “Behind the Wheel” series, that has kept in line with the standard of over-sharing personal information that is the norm for this social-media ruled day in age, I’ll leave you with my lessons learned up until this point in my driving career.

BEHIND THE WHEEL: YOU HAVE ARRIVED AT YOUR DESTINATION (PART III OF IV)

Siria — Thu, 12 May 2011 12:53:21 +0000

Despite the fact that I think they are miracle-workers for the geographically challenged like me, I can’t quite let myself completely grow dependent on GPS/Navigation systems. I also hate reading maps.

BEHIND THE WHEEL: JOYRIDES AND FOGGY NIGHTTIME NOTIONS (PART II OF IV)

Siria — Wed, 11 May 2011 10:12:34 +0000

So today, I’ll focus on the anticipation, fun, and danger of what really makes first getting to drive so exciting and appealing. Let me just preface this column entry with the following, I was a good kid growing up and a good teenager (or as good as teenagers can be) as were my friends at the time (many of which I’m still friends with), so my parents didn’t have much to worry about when it came to me or my friends.

BEHIND THE WHEEL: A FIRST CAR ACCIDENT, AND A BOY NAMED SHANNON

Siria — Tue, 10 May 2011 11:28:14 +0000

A first car accident can be one of the more traumatizing ones. Surprisingly to all of you probably, I’ve actually only had 2 car accidents where I was behind the wheel. Actually three if you count the one where I crashed my dad’s car into our garage when I was 2 years old, but we’re not going to remind anyone (especially not my father) of that one.

THE GIRLS OF SUMMER…

Amanda Jones — Wed, 04 Aug 2010 09:42:54 +0000

Well, as it would turn out there’s "Girls of Summer" too!? Who would have thought? The reason I know this is because I’ve been around a bunch of these "girls" this summer. The only little difference is that there are more rules for the girls than there are for the boys.

EVERY MILE A MEMORY…

Siria — Mon, 21 Jun 2010 14:38:49 +0000

I remember on long (or even short ones sometimes) car trips, I used to try to memorize license plates of the vehicles on the road. It was something that would keep me mentally occupied and also probably kept me from being one of those annoying “are we there yet?” kids. To this day, I can remember some of them if I can visualize them.

FEAR AND LOATHING AND OBSESSING OVER ROCK BANDS…

Amanda Jones — Mon, 19 Apr 2010 13:35:29 +0000

My trip to Vegas with a girl, a bottle of Vodka, and tickets to see one of the greatest rock bands!!! It all started with an idea, a very simple and yet dangerous idea. How hard would it be for me to sneak into Coachella? This is the first year concert goers couldn’t buy single day [...]

TO SLEEP OR NOT TO SLEEP- AFTER MIDNIGHT…TROUBLE LURKS

Siria — Thu, 08 Apr 2010 06:38:38 +0000

I’ve been harboring this major secret. OK – it’s not that major of a secret because I tell everyone about it, but apparently Amanda’s brain or lack thereof depending on how you are looking at it, doesn’t enjoy sleeping anymore. It’s true.

My name is Amanda Jones and I’m an insomniac.

WHEN GERMS LEAD TO CHEMISTRY…

Siria — Mon, 08 Feb 2010 16:02:09 +0000

Now on with the Chemistry… When we last left off with this particular Chemistry class it had gotten me into trouble with an ex-boyfriend. Science and I have never really gotten along. I appreciate it and actually know some scientists (yes, even of the rocket variety), chemists, and NASA engineers, but the scientific route has never been for me. Really, it’s all my fault. Science has repeatedly unsuccessfully tried to sweep me off my feet. I’ll blame it on timing as every time it’s tried to woo me, I’ve usually been in a relationship with History or English.

When Am I Ever Going to Grow Up?

Amanda Jones — Tue, 15 Dec 2009 18:44:05 +0000

The Pixies were in town. This is one of, if not my absolute favorite bands. Ok, it’s neck and neck with The Pixies, The Clash, Minor Threat and Black Flag – but you get the idea. Now the last few times The Pixies have been in town one of two things occurred. I got so excited that I drank too much and ended up far more drunk than I should have been and had to be babysat all night by an unhappy boyfriend and or I would get so excited that would literally not be able to stop jumping around and or would get annoyed with the people around me because I couldn’t figure out for the life of me why they were all standing there staring at the most amazing band and NOT jumping around?