Multiple Choice

What would you say is the most dangerous part of this scenario?
a) The large and completely unfastened tree that is leaning precariously on the bed of that trailer
b) The small gentleman that is holding the tree, who is also not secured in any way to the platform he is standing on while being pulled by a moving vehicle
c) The fact that I took this picture while driving

Grossness Indicator

A good indication of how dirty husband's scrubs are is where he takes them off when he gets home from work. Scrubs that make it all the way to the bedroom are the cleanest. Ones that he takes off at the stairs are slightly grosser. When he strips down right at the door, that's usually my sign to move the scrubs to the laundry with gloves on and to use extra bleach. That being said, when I came home to see this - I knew it had been a bad day.

We Bought a Boat

We bought a boat. I know what you are thinking . . . "I'll take financial decisions that are difficult to explain for $800, Alex." Husband has wanted a boat for years. He reads about boats. He dreams about boats. And now - we own one. Last week - they put the new name on the boat - "Moorning Beautiful" - which is really just the sweetest thing you could ever imagine - as that is what he says to me every morning (when he kisses me goodbye at 4 a.m!) She should be in the water by next weekend and we are excited to take everyone out for a ride. The question you are probably asking: "When in the world will he have time to spend on a boat??" I really don't care. Owning it makes him happy - and that's enough for me. Here he is inspecting the new bottom job.

Yard work

From my wonderfully sweet, incredibly thoughtful, adorably handsome husband.

I am not alone

I once wrote about my Pet Peeve regarding the incorrect usage of quotation marks. Turns out I'm not the only one . . . .

This site kept me entertained for a longer-than-appropriate amount of time.
http://www.unnecessaryquotes.com/

The Yankees Are Coming!

Actually . . . it's my in-laws. Who happen to be Yankees - but only in name and geography. We got to see them in February . . . but with all the wedding hoopla there wasn't much time to spare. Looking forward to spending some quality time and showing them around the 'Ville.

Can't wait!

The Most Boring Job in the World

Proctoring AP exams. Wow. I can't type much because I have to be cautious of the sound the laptop keyboard makes when I hit the keys. Suffice it to say - boring - painfully boring.

Publix Pressure

Just the other week, I was discussing with a friend (who are you? speak up if you were the friend . . . I can't remember who it was!) how funny it was to see perfectly capable people who are being helped to their car by the grocery store baggers. Sure, they always offer if they can help you out to your car - but seriously, I am relatively young, have 2 legs and 2 arms, am neither pregnant nor have a small child, and am currently sober - I think I can handle my own groceries.

Today at the Publix, the bagger who bagged my groceries gave the obligatory, "May I help you to your car?" And I gave the customary, "Thank you, but I've got it." But he already had the cart in his hands and was pushing it towards the doors. I said (almost insistently) "I can get it from here." But he kept pushing, saying, "It's slow inside - they don't need me right now." I knew this feeling; I was being peer-pressured! At this point, he was halfway off the curb - I had no choice but to oblige.

So now I'm That Girl. Trailing beside the Publix employee who is pushing my cart through the parking lot (barely half-full of groceries) while I walk awkwardly next to him, empty handed, and point out my vehicle. While other people drive past thinking, "It's so funny to see perfectly capable people who . . . ."

National Freak Out Day

Today is National Candidate Reply Day for high school seniors. Basically, the date that their deposits are due to the college of their choice. I don't remember the college selection process being particularly freak-out-worthy. I applied Early Decision, got in, withdrew my other applications . . . next thing I knew I was moving into Turman East and showing up for classes at White Hall.

But today was a particularly emotional day. There were last minute decisions and last second changes (one girl literally made her decision as she was planting her little toothpick flag into the giant United States cake that represents which state they will be heading for next year!)

Mostly, I cannot believe that I met these kids just 9 months ago, and that we made it through the college search and application process together with minimal scarring and bruising (emotional or otherwise.) I will be somewhat sad to see them go.