Oh G-d another rant...

For all the women who insist in driving the largest SUV they can find, STOP. Seriously. You have proven time and time again that you can not drive or park them properly. I would normally chalk this up to having ovaries makes you incompetent at driving, but I have proven that theory wrong by driving and parking a box truck with no problem. Sorry ladies, get another excuse. Oh, but it is my husbands car. Really? Then let him drive drive it. Chances are he'll do a better job at it than you will. Learn to drive your damn vehicle before somebody shoots it. (with a .40 caliber hollow point through the engine block) Honestly, I drive one of the smallest cars you can get and I park in the middle of a parking space and without fail some damn expedition, excurstion, escalade, or surburban parks beside me inside my space and dings my car. While I have great insurance coverage, I do not enjoy the thought of filing a claim for the mulitple little dings and dents you have put in my car. Instead I would rather key the fuck out of your car (or shoot it) or at the very lest ding you back. I know this leads to more paint needed on my car, but at least I get the satisfaction of causing you grief. So, in closing, if you ding a Mini and have a paragraph about proper parking engraved in your door, don't be surprised. Fuckers!

summertime lists, some from years gone by

Cafe Intermezzo...black light..."where am I"....."didn't Dr. Stearns give you that as a gag gift?"....extended hugs....severe ankle sprains....dancing....Waffle House hacky sack...collect calls from Amsterdam...$2 SHOTS!...."so I guess this means you aren't gay"....73 in a 45 MPH zone...Bells Ferry park...Starbucks hacky sack...frisbees...nipple rings, mine and his...purple monster...Thrill Kill Kult...housesitting...swings...dogsitting...Westview fountains...Chi Omega fountain...Dinky..."I'm drunk, right now I'm so in love with you"...spelunking cockroaches...unicorns...more extended hugs *URGH*...Cheshire Bridge Crawl...nice boots...KPC late night...plinko...crack smokers...stargazing...Sidepockets...drunken kung fu...I hate flying...Ellijay...damn park rangers...R. Thomas...and it just goes on...



see, only makes sense to me. :)

Herrin Hospitality at Lazy Danes Farm

Finally made it up to Mocksville, NC to visit the Lazy Danes Farm. Yes, the danes are lazy and they really don't like hats. The weather gave me some trouble on the drive up and I found myself trapped in Spartanburg, SC. I was very happy that I had gotten beer before I headed out. At least the room had a huge whirlpool bath.

Of course no simple tub could keep me from my intended destination. Arriving at the farm I found a Denise standing at the end of her drive to make sure there were no crashes while driving in (of course she could have been waiting for a good laugh if there was a crash). The food was amazing. Getting beat by little girls playing Wii was embarrassing. The Pone Stoneies or Stone Ponys were yummy. Not sure if I will ever be able to look at a strawberry the same way again. All in all a great short visit with an amazing family doing some great things with their land. Of course it ends with a snowball fight. Thank you Herrin family for being so wonderful!