S Factor Sunday

Sunday was a completely luscious, relaxing, self-indulgent day. I tried things I've never done before - and it was exhilarating and empowering! What did I do?

• I took a strip tease/pole dancing class (S-Factor) in a synagogue while me sweet hubby sent me dirty text messages.
• I was treated to spa treatments including a FABULOUS massage while I sipped champagne.
• I tried sushi for the first time (and I enjoyed it)!
• I ate a $7 chocolate mousse out of a $0.25 cup.
• I bought a REALLY sexy "Feel Your Boobies" shirt and ruffly shorts (that match the lacey sleeves gifted to me by Kathy).
• Most importantly, I took a day for ME and spent it with a dear friend. I am eternally grateful to her for twisting my arm and making me go-even if I didn't put up much of a fight!

As I sat on the train home (much later than I was planning - tempest fuget and all that jazz), I was reflecting on my day and digesting the events... and something occurred to me. An idea kept popping up throughout the day. The idea: we, as women tend to point out our own flaws.

This thought is precisely why I loathe having my picture taken (with the exception of when I was PG. I LOVE those pictures because it is OK to be HUGE when you are 38 weeks pregnant with a 9# baby - and I still rocked my belly ring!). I know that as soon as I see a picture of me, I will only see my flaws. Knowing that makes me insanely self-conscious, which certainly isn't going to make the pictures more attractive.

I got off of that train feeling happier, smarter and sexier than I have since... well.. ever! I made a promise to myself to remember that feeling every time I have my picture taken and every time I look at my own picture.

This doesn't mean that you'll be seeing more pictures of me here any time soon. It is a process...

You Park Like an Asshole- Part 1

well, I don't mean you. Not unless you are the genius responsible for this stupidity (check out this site for more parking assholes!):



This dumbass managed to block BOTH of my driveways at the same time! JACKASS!

I Live on a corner. On one side of the lot there is a hydrant and our two driveways. There are several "NO PARKING" signs that indicate that you can not park from before the hydrant until the other side of the corner. Not to mention the "DO NOT BLOCK DRIVEWAY" signs.

Why is this such an issue in suburbia? We live across the street form a park. We go through this crap EVERY softball* season. Appearantly, these guys can play ball and drink beer, but are incapable of walking a block to get to the field. Then they wonder why I get so pissy about it. How about I block your damn driveway EVERYDAY, shout obsenities and sit on your lawn drinking piss beer and talking loudly until 10 pm even though you repeatedly tell me to keep it down because the babies are sleeping. think you'll get pissy? Just wait unil I start turning your sorry asses in for DUI....

*I love softball. It isn't summer without the clink of the bat and the chatter of the game. We spend summer nights eating dinner on the front porch and watching the games. I jsut don't think it is too much to ask for a little common curtosy...