Parking Deck Nightmares

Why can't people drive in parking decks? I don't understand why normal, relatively well educated drivers pull into parking decks and seem to suddenly not know a thing about driving. Let me help you. If each spot has a car in it for as far as you can see, you don't need to slow down at each spot - just keep driving!

Here is the other thing that drives me bananas in parking decks. If you drive a car so large that you actually cannot drive it, you should be punched in the neck. Don't buy a car so large that you are incapable of parking it. This makes me angry in parking decks and open lots. Seriously - know where the corners are. If you cannot pull out of a space without making it a 46 point turn, your car should be taken away from you. I'm not joking.

Summer Camp

Today I referred to a group we have in house as being "like summer camp, but without anything fun like songs or smores." The response I received was that without songs and smores, summer camp is more like prison...you must stay here a certain amount of time, move around and eat when instructed to do so. Interesting, and possibly true.

Oh the interwebs

So I made a startling revelation a few minutes ago. I, like thousands, am addicted to Pinterest. It has been a great way for me to organize all kinds of things. But here is what I just realized. It's like all the people who loved putting pics, and phrases on MySpace have finally found a place to do that once again. Take that FaceBook - I can still clog the WWW with all kinds of time wasting junk.

And fabulous recipes.

Easy Peasy

So last night I had no inspiration for dinner. I haven't really mentioned anything on here, but I developed allergies to peanuts, hazelnuts, and soy right around Easter...which was sad because Easter just really isn't the same without a Reeses Cup Egg. But I have made the changes necessary to live, and am doing ok most days. Although last week I stood in our living room and cried because I just wanted french fries. Fabio has been great, every time one of these little episodes occurs, he just walks to wherever I am and gives me a big hug. I know, I could make my own french fries at home, but the problem is that I also want fried pickles and chicken tenders and when I mentioned to Fabio the thought of buying a fryer you would have thought I had slapped him across the face.

But anyway, back to last night. I had no idea what I wanted to cook, and right now, there are only a handful of places I feel safe going to eat, so cooking is in order most of the time. So I do what any cute, smart cookie would do and went to Pinterest. This is the only thing I have to say about "quick and easy crockpot meals". If I had started thinking about dinner 3 days ago then I wouldn't be having this problem right now!

Shower of Fear

I'm not sure if I told you, but Sassy's getting married in August. I'm super excited for her and even more excited that she hasn't turned into any Bridezilla type. Like, last week I cut off all my hair and sent her this pic of it (in which I also had a crazy eye, but that's another story) and she said it was cute! It's way shorter than I actually wanted it to be, but it grows quickly and it's not a red mullet, so I'll get over it soon and hopefully she wasn't lying. Anyway, I digress.

My fabulous photographer friend Kelli is going to be her photographer, so being the good friend that I am, I have been sending Kelli some "tips" on what I've seen other photographers do. Like yell at the bride during her father/daughter dance, and be photographed with a crazy face in the middle of a dance floor.

My favorite part of Sassy's wedding so far is the theme for her shower. You see, it's an around the clock shower and I have been given the gift of 11:00 pm. So, because I'm not actually as crazy and rude as I sometimes sound, Sassy will receive a gift during the shower that under no means would she be upset to open infront of her soon to be in-laws - but I will have something spectacular waiting for her to open at an undisclosed location and time that will be what I would have given her if my mama hadn't raised me right.