‘Sup, Y’all?

I’m not feeling too hot today. I think I’m fighting off a cold so I’m popping a Zicam every three hours. It’s one of those things that takes all of my energy but I don’t feel that awful. I haven’t posted anything new and exciting for a while so I feel like I should post something.

So, here are a few shots of my scrap area all gussied up. Thanks to Aileen for asking to see it.

Looking West:

Looking East:

As you can see, I’ve got my iPod docking station, Cricut machine and many, many girly fluff things laying around. I love it!

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I almost got into a smack down with Pregnant Barbie on Monday in the gym parking lot. And I didn’t even know it was her!

I pulled into the gym after dropping Wildman off at school. I drove around noting how most of the slots were taken. There were a few empty ones on the far side but I was hoping not to have to park out there. Then up ahead I saw reverse lights on a sedan. Woo hoo, I thought I was in luck! The parking space was right near the front door. I wouldn’t have to schlep a 30+ pound, wiggling Cutie Pie and the overstuffed diaper bag too far. As I was waiting in the main aisle for the sedan to back out, this black Civic comes screaming around the corner from the opposite direction. I thought, “What the heck?!”. The Civic inched toward me and the sedan practically blocking the sedan from leaving. The driver was difficult to see as the car’s tinting was so dark. I could vaguely make out a ponytail and hand waving angrily. Apparently this very rude person had seen the guy leaving from the other aisle and was trying to lay claim on my parking slot. She kept inching her way in. Inch. Inch. Inch.

In hindsight, I probably should have just let the Civic have the spot but something in me snapped. I’ve always been irritated at the fact that our gym has 10 hardly used handicapped slots out front but absolutely zero mother/infant slots. I decided that there was no way some lunatic was going to get my parking slot. So, I rolled down Cutie Pie’s window so the ponytailed Civic driver could take a gander at my precious cargo and BACK OFF. During this time, I’m waving my hands back and inching my vehicle forward. The sedan managed to eek out of the slot and took off. I don’t blame him. I’d have been out of there too! I easily drove right into the parking space and didn’t look back at the Civic as it angrily sped past.

As I was checking Cutie Pie into the nursery, in walked Pregnant Barbie through the front door. Ponytail swinging. S***! I immediately knew that she was the Civic driver. If I had known it was her, I might not have been so selfish. She’s 38 weeks pregnant for Heaven’s sake! I felt like a total heel. I felt like Tawanda from Fried Green Tomatoes. Barbie was late for class like me so I didn’t get a chance to talk to her before it began. Afterwards, she got mobbed by people wishing her good luck on her upcoming delivery. I didn’t want to draw attention to the incident in front of all those people. So I left.

Barbie’s step class was unusually grueling. I think she was punishing me…

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