Sometimes You Just Gotta Let ‘Em Know…

So today at the grocery store some moron in a ginormous SUV (probably owned by a family of 2.5, and driven to the store solo, but I'm not making any snap judgments here) parked in both mine and his spot. Of course, while he was considerate enough to not actually touch my car, he left me with about three inches of door opening space- you know just enough for me to reach inside, unbuckle and pull out my child. Apparently he thought three inches was wide enough to squeeze a small child's skull through. My child must have an abnormally large skull.

Awesome.

I've blogged about this before but I'll say it again: PEOPLE WHO CANNOT HANDLE DRIVING OR PARKING THEIR BUS-SIZED VEHICLES SHOULD NOT, I REPEAT SHOULD NOT, BE DRIVING THEM.

So I left a note:

"Dear Person(s)- If you insist on driving a ginormous sized vehicle, you should at least learn how to park it decently."

(Of course I didn't sign it or give any sort of personal information- we've talked about this too, remember. I'm of the passive-aggressive sort.)

I'm thinking of starting an etsy shop which specializes in courtesy note cards reminding people that they parked like jerks.  You could keep them in your glove compartment so they're handy.

Here are some mockups I thought of on the way home:

Something not too mean, just raising awareness":

or if you like it a little more sassy-sweet, I was channeling TAMN with this one:

maybe more to the point with a bit of sarcasm is more your style:

and maybe fifth grade school boy is what you want to go with:

So maybe this isn't the greatest way to make someone's day, but sometimes you just gotta let them know it's just not right.

P.S. Email me your great ideas for courtesy cards and I'll post the ones that makes me snort my IZZE soda up my nose.

Behold, My Future

I don’t play sports. Mostly because they all require some form of running and I don’t run. Like ever. But, while watching Saturday morning TV, I beheld my future in sports. I can already see my Gatorade commercial.

SLAMBALL. Slamball is pretty awesome. Think basketball but on a court of trampolines. I know, right! I'd be a great slamball player with my tramp skills...trampoline skills that is.

I’ve worked up a few mockups for when I make the team. I think I fit right in. I even have my own protective eyewear.

TEAM ROOSTER:

 

ACTION SHOT: (I am a great passer)

VIDEO CLIP (I was sick that day)

Well, I Didn't Die

I had a farewell post written just in case I didn't make it through the surgery, but I pulled through so that was a waste of time. (Man, it took a long time to divvy out my belongings between all my loved ones- I have a lot of stuff.) Any way, obviously I'm alive and well. Mole extraction went smoothly and I'll most likely survive. By the way, don't you just hate the word 'mole'? It's such an ugly word. Now everyone is going to think I'm part witch with some disgusting black hairy thing growing on me.

Any-hoo, no one told me they'd be taking out a chunk of skin the size of a small steak, so the 28 stitches and half hour it took to sew me back up were a bit of a surprise. I plan on telling everyone the 2.5 inch scar on my back is from the knife fighting I had to do to put myself through college. By the way, when someone is cauterizing your blood vessels and you smell like a burning bar-b-q do you really want that someone laughing and talking jovially with the nurse about his upcoming vacation to San Antonio and how he is so used to flying every where that the 3 hour car trip will be a bit of a challenge (Oh gee, I am *sooo sorry* about that one. Now watch where you're flinging that burning stick.)

I'm trying to play the sick card with Jim at home. Unfortunately, I do not look or feel bad so that means I have to get off the couch and get my own cup of juice. Good news is I have strict orders not to clean the house, vacuum, or lift anything over 10 lbs for two weeks. Cambry is taking advantage of the fact her mother cannot lift her for two weeks by going everywhere she knows she's not supposed to and then lying on the floor in a tantrum when I try to drag her away by the arm.

Thank you all for the well wishes, I was worried but I guess it's just not my time to go.

P.S. I am not part witch. And, just for the record, it was not black and big and hairy.

To See What We Could See

We took a side trip down to Oregon during our 4th of July vacation in Seattle. We wanted to see what we could see. And what we saw was beautiful! (This blog will now commence into a travel-log… )

Our first stops down from Seattle were Portland, Salem and Eugene. We really liked Portland a lot. Pearl Bakery, Moonstruck Chocolate, Waterfront Park, and of course Powell’s Books. I love Powell’s Books. Like, I want to marry Powell’s Books and live there forever and ever I love it so much. Luckily Jim was there to restrain me and I made it out of there with three new books. Pat the Bunny. Blueberries for Sal. Collection of Hans Christian Anderson Fairy Tales.

Yummy chocolate truffles…in the shape of a snail.

 Salem indoor carousal at Riverside Park.

Lunch in Eugene at Cornucopia where they had this fun mural. We ate yummy burgers and fries on the garden patio.

Then we headed over the Cascade Mountains where the trees are so thick in front of you, behind you, and on both sides of you that they seem to swallow you up. We stopped at a waterfall to stretch our legs before heading over the peak and down to Bend. Our little family fit right into Bend, or Bend fit our little family. Either way it fit.

In the Mountains.

The High Desert Museum in Bend. We spent a long time here. You definitely get your moneys worth.

I love a good Farmers Market and Bends was one of the best I’ve ever been to. We devoured ripe berries and sipped our Orange-Raspberry lemonade while Cambry danced to the music.

Then, after Bend, on to Sisters where the town was getting ready for one of the biggest quilt festivals around. They had quilts hung everywhere- even in the grocery store. This was Jims favorite part of the whole trip.

The Stitchin’ Post quilt store is apparently very reputable even though it’s in a city with a population of 1,700! 

After Central Oregon we headed back up to Seattle by way of the PCH or the 101. A stop at Cannon Beach to play and eat crab quesadillas (YUCKY) before another stop in Washington at Long Beach.

After that Cambry couldn’t stand any more car time so we headed back up to Grandma and Grandpas for the last couple days of our very fun, long vacation.

I heart Oregon.