I'm really trying here - Spring Forward Edition

Ahh, Spring is in the air.

I am convinced that when our little suburban tract was first put up for sale, it must have been exactly this time of year.


This is why..

Breathtaking isn't it?

These pink trees line our whole street. When the wind picks up, it looks like a warm, pink snow is dusting the block.

They look like big globs of cotton candy, I think. Reminds me of D.C., although this time of year I think its rainy and cold. I'll take my 70 and sunny!

I wonder if anyone else on the block has taken notice of these pretty trees?

Hmmmm, I sure do like free decorations!


Oh, I forgot to show you our tree...

It's situations like this, that make me title my blog, "I'm really trying here."

Sometimes I think I get the short end of the stick. (Keep going, it's not this one...)

Sigh. I have the runt of the litter.

Maybe he's just a slow learner.

Happy (early) Spring!

xoxo

Things "they" never teach you

Going through life there are certain things that nobody ever takes time to explicitly explain to you in any sort of detail. Important things. Things that if you don't know them v. well, you may find yourself in trouble.

Now, I'm not blaming my parents, just society in general. These are things I think you should learn in high school.

1. How to Register for College Courses-
oh, they do? Hmmm, must have been "elsewhere" during that class.

Let's try this again.

The List of Things "They" Should have taught you in High School.

1. You must change the oil in your car every 3,000 miles or the repairs will be 100x what a stupid oil change would have cost you in the first place.

2. No, that car DIDN'T see you. Neither did the woman yakking on her cell phone driving it.

3. You will turn in to your mother. And I'm okay with that. I think its funny. I'm not just saying that because she reads this. Hi Mom.

4. The mail/newspaper/trashcans/phone books/plastic baggies with small rocks and lawn mowing service ads will not bring themselves in the house/behind the fence/into the trash bin no matter how hard you will them to. And I know you see them. Don't act like you don't.

5. How to successfully board a plane. Seriously, from parking to checking in at the ticket counter and checking your bags to finding security and getting to your gate and finding the Starbucks with the best line length the distance from gate ratio, its hard the first dozen or so times.

6. How to buy a car without getting ripped off. I did this process twice with my dad. When I finally went on my own, my eyeballs still sucked in and I sweated like a whore in church.

7. That even though that guy who you stopped in the middle of the street so he could cross- when you had to get home to pee/let the dogs out/watch gossip girl - DIDN'T even bother to NOD his appreciation that YOU out of ALL the other cars who FLEW by him, stopped for HIS CONVENIENCE so he could cross where there isn't even a friggin' crosswalk, you should still feel good and karma will kiss you back. In other words, if you do a good deed and it goes unnoticed, it will be paid forward.

and on a lighter note, they should also teach you...

8. You can't lie to the dentist and tell him you floss. He knows you are full of it.

Have a great weekend my little chickadees!

Cheers!

A litle unfinished business

Note to Self: in the world of scrapbooking, it doesn't count of you don't finish it!

This is the outside of the heart page book. It is very sturdy and has about 8 pages.

And the inside. Note, it is not technically a scrapbook, as THERE ARE NO PICTURES IN IT! I am repeating this to myself,

I will finish this one project,
I will finish this one project,
I will finish this one project,

But then I look at this project, and my attention wanders....
These pretty tags will go inside the above booklets. Note, again, no pictures, yet...
I will finish this one project,
I will finish this one project,
I will finish this one project,

To all of you who have the same problem as me, lots of creativity and sucky follow through,
Cheers!

You will finish this one project,
You will finish this one project,
You will finish this one project,

if not, just blog about it, you WILL feel better.

I love the 80s?

I've decided that the best medicine for unfinished projects might be showing them to your peers who will then harass you for not finishing them. I also call this a diversion tactic, of course I couldn't finish my scrapbooking, I was updating my blog. Updating one's myspace also counts as a good excuse but is generally not considered as strong an alibi since myspace requires little to no creativity. Simply press "upload" and you are now displaying last nights drunken pictures. Speaking of intoxication, unfinished business and flowers (see picture at left for the flower reference), I have a story.

Last night we went to a friend of a friend's townhouse for an 80s party. Now I have 2 problems with 80s parties. One, I lived through them and they really didn't leave much of an impression on me. I mean, what is "avoid the noid" all about anyway? I had, like, four people explain it to me and I still don't get it. Second, everyone always wears the same thing. It's like people think that all we wore in the eighties is Madonna shirts and tight black jeans.

The party we went remarkably well. I gotta hand it to this girl. She threw one heck of a party! From the authentic candies to the funny sayings posted on the walls to the impromptu costume contest, it was a great party! The boy and I decided to even drink authentically, enjoying Keystone and Miller 32s. Note the picture at left, the boy is dressed as the older brother from the Goonies (his idea, entirely!) and he won he contest! That's ma' boy!

The catch in getting into the party is a little adventure I like to call "hopping a fence." Now some of you are familiar with my last fence scaling story... (See my mom, reference the Panfil orange bush incident of 2000) But this one is pretty good. So, we literally have to hop a fence to get in and out of this young lady's casa. On the way out, I miss. What I miss, I'm not sure, but I definitely missed somethin' because my swollen bruised ankle tells me so. Oh well, I guess it serves me right. Scaling walls at my age. Sheesh.

Here's to the 80s, when we were all a lot younger, and we bounced back a little faster from wayward fences!

Bitchin'.