Come Tweet About Essential Luxuries with Acura

standard January 30, 2012 Leave a response

This morning I went for a walk. A lovely walk in the warm California winter sun. A lovely walk all by myself, just me, my podcast, and the hills.

These days between buying a home and selling the other, between caring for the husband and packing up the house, between driving the kids to one school and the other, and between work calls and meetings, taking a walk feels like a luxury.

But like my morning coffee, my post-lunch bite of chocolate, and my never-ending book habit, walking is an essential luxury. I need those things to get through the week with my smile firmly in place.

I’m not the only one who thinks essential luxuries matter. The newly redesigned Acura RDX was designed with essential luxuries in mind. It has everything you want without going overboard. A spacious cabin provides uncompromised comfort, and the most intelligent features were chosen to reward you with a robust, yet efficient, performance. The necessities have never been so smartly appointed. And even better, the RDX crossover SUV is expected to get best-in-class fuel economy. (You know, so you have left over cash for that massage you so badly need.)

So, what are your essential luxuries? And how would you like to use them to win a luxurious weekend away?

Create a video to tell Acura about all of your essential luxuries. Then enter for a chance to win the RDX Essential Luxury Challenge, where you could win a luxury weekend in Arizona to experience the Acura RDX before it goes on sale! Winners will also receive a MacBook Pro.* For more details and to submit your video, head to the RDX Challenge tab on the Acura Facebook Page.

Acura RDX Facebook Contest

Join us Wednesday, February 1st from 9-10 pm ET (6-7 pm PT) for a fun Twitter party, where we’ll discuss the contest, the new car, and of course, life’s essential luxuries.
It’s easy to join the party. Simply follow the hashtag #RDXContest.
Please also follow:
@Splash_Creative and @Acura_Insider
We’ll also be giving away prizes that will help you experience luxury in your everyday life!
Prizes include:
  • $25 Barnes & Noble gift card
  • $25 Starbucks gift card
  • $50 SpaFinder gift card
  • $50 Restaurant.com gift card
  • Grand Prize: Nook Simple Touch (valued at $99)

How to Enter:
RSVP below for a chance to win! Enter your name and Twitter handle. To be eligible to win you must RSVP and participate in the party using #RDXContest. All winners will be chosen by random drawing and must have a mailing address within the United States. Official rules can be found on the Splash Creative Media site.

*MacBook Pro is a trademark of Apple Inc. Apple is not a participant in or sponsor of this promotion.

Parenting in the car; making the best of our commute

standard November 17, 2010 5 responses

We leave the house in the morning as close to 8am as possible. Around 8:40 or so I pull into the school parking lot and drop off the first child. Then I turn around and take the other child 20 minutes in the other direction to get her to daycare by 9.

On weeks that M is out of town or busy I rush out of work at 5:15, dash to daycare to get the little one. I usually get there on the stroke of 5:30, throw her in the car and hurry the 30 minutes to get to C’s school before 6pm. Then we turn around and drive all the way home.

We rarely get there before 6:45.

If you do the math, on the days that M isn’t able to pick up one of the kids, I spend upward of two hours with them in the car. Considering I’m only with them for all of 3 or so waking hours during each week days, it goes without saying that I have to make the best of those car hours.

We sing. We dance. We tell jokes, jokes, and more jokes. We play rhyming games, name games, endless rounds of “I Spy.” And we talk.

There’s something about not being face to face, not being distracted by screens, people, or TV that allows us to cover a broad range of topics. We’ve covered magnetism and gravity. We’ve talked about why certain celebrities have to go to jail and what they did to get put into “grown-up time-out.” We’ve talked about authors and reading. We’ve talked about daddy’s job and how people heal. We’ve even talked about friendship, relationships, and the futility of road-rage.

I used to be endlessly annoyed about the amount of time I spent in the car with the kids. It used to bug me that I couldn’t be at home, making them healthy dinners, or playing games with them. I wanted to have a longer amount of time to cuddle and read before bed. I wanted to enjoy my kids better.

Now I realize that this car time is a gift of sorts. I’m 100% present with my kids and they’re a captive audience. While on the road we connect better than when we’re home and I’m running around doing chores. Instead of a hiatus in our day, our commute is actually an opportune moment for a little parenting. One I’m glad I get in the midst of our insane schedules.

From the Mouths of Babes: Curing Mommy’s Road Rage

standard November 10, 2009 4 responses

I am a very cautious driver. In fact, before last Sunday, I hadn’t been pulled over in over four years. I might always be dealing with kids yelling for something or other, but I’m cautious and careful. And like every other cautious and careful driver it bugs me when other drivers are not as cautious and careful.

In fact I might, maybe, just a bit, sometimes yell at these people. From the comfort and safety of my car. With the windows rolled up. It helps me blow off steam and get on with my commute.

C, however, does not quite understand this practice.

Take this morning for instance. On a rather, ok, really busy highway, a person right in front of me realized too late that he needed to get off said highway. Instead of continuing on to the next exit and turning around, like the rest of us might have done, this individual sllloooowwwwwed way down and then STOPPED while waiting for a break in the cars in the lane next to us. Stopped his car. In the middle of the highway. During a fast moving morning commute.

Cars whizzed by all around us and I felt like a sitting duck. I figured it was a matter of seconds before someone behind me didn’t notice that I was stopped and plowed right into us.

So I did what any rational, cautious, and careful driver would do. I lay on the horn and screamed at the other driver. From inside the safety of my car. With the windows rolled up.

“Mommy? Do you think that person heard you?” C asked sweetly from the back after I stopped my tirade, the offending car moved over to the right, and we finally moved on.

“Well, I’m sure he heard me honk.”

“But did he hear you yelling?”

“No, that he probably didn’t hear.” Thank goodness.

“Well, then, maybe next time you should open the windows when you yell. That way maybe he’ll hear you.”

Nothing like the point of view of a 4-year-old to show you how ridiculous you are.

My messy car spared me a traffic ticket

standard November 2, 2009 3 responses

I had one goal this weekend, aside from spending quality time with the girls and M, one measly little goal: clean out my car.

It wouldn’t have taken long, all I really had to do was scoop out the contents of the toy bin that has been strewn between the seats, on the floors, and everywhere in between. Every few weeks I have to truck everything back inside so the next day the girls can start migrating the toys back to my car one at a time.

Of course, as usual, I never found the time to go out to the garage to tame the chaos inside my car, which is why my car still looked worse than the love child of the public dump and the Toys R Us baby doll aisle when I headed out to go to a blogger event this afternoon.

I was still spacey from a too short nap and a run in with my sorely lacking wardrobe when I realized that I was racing up a 40 mile/hour road going a brisk 60(ish). I slowed down to a more respectful speed and glanced in my rear-view mirror to make sure no one had spotted my transgression. Which is when I noticed the cop pull up behind me.

I pulled over and she did her thing before finally walking up to my car. I smiled my brightest smile and tried to be my most charming self, but I have to admit I wasn’t expecting what happened next.

“Oh! You have twins?” She asked, glancing at the matching car seats in the back. I had expected disgust at the state of my car, instead I got pity and compassion.

“No, a two and four year old. In fact, that’s why I was speeding, I think I was enjoying the quiet a bit too much.” She nodded knowingly and smiled, but she still asked me for my license, registration, and proof of insurance.

I had the first two, but despite all my frantic searching in the glove compartment I couldn’t find any trace of the proof of insurance. I shrugged apologetically and must have looked sufficiently harried and confused because she replied with a soothing smile and a word about how busy I must be before moving off with the two documents.

She let me off for the speeding, choosing to just giving me fix-it tickets for my burnt out brake light and lack of proof of insurance. She talked again about how busy I must be, and, peering around the inside of my car again, reminded me that I clearly needed to pay more attention, both to the speed limit and to my documents. Then she told me to slow down and let me go.

I glanced around at the abandoned dolls, stacks of artwork, ground up waffles, books, and everything else that clutters up my car and thanked my lucky stars that I never found the time to clean it out. I was so grateful that I was even able to hold my head high when I stepped out at the Four Seasons and let the valet drive off with it, though I did feel the need to apologize when I got it back at the end of the event. It really is beyond messy and I should probably do something about it.