sockparade

so much to learn

Customizing my wordpress blog has been an enjoyable trip thus far.  Someone keeps leaving comments on how ugly everything looks here.  They’re really worked up about it.  I’m trying to grasp PHP and most of the time it’s a lot of trial and error.  I know a lot of things are ugly and the layout is jacked, but cut me some slack buddy. 

I’ve been learning a lot about other adult-like things recently.  Home and auto insurance, mortgages, real estate, furniture, chapstick, pilates, white-out (for office use only), and makeup.  I thrive when I’m in a learning mode so life has been good.

We close on our townhouse this Friday and I’m excited in a very detached way.  I am aware that it is the biggest purchase I have ever made and I will soon be a homeowner.  I can objectively appreciate the magnitude of the event.  But emotionally I’m unaffected.  It’s still on my to-do list instead of my life-milestone list.  Come Friday it could very well be a different story. 

The word homeowner wells up memories of the homeowner’s association meeting I went to with a pal back in high school for extra credit.  It was especially memorable because an old woman started complaining bitterly about her neighbor across the street who always parked their cars on the street and made it hard for her to get out of her driveway.  Everyone at the meeting muttered their disapproval.  Halfway through her rant, I realized that she lived across the street from me and was talking about my family.  I sunk down in my seat hoping that she wouldn’t recognize me and point me out the way they do in old courtroom movies. 

“And ma’am, could you please tell the jury who it is that so inconsiderately but legally parks on the street across from your house and causes you to have a hard time backing out of your house?” 

Cue the music and the cranky old lady would point a wrinkly, shaky finger at me and everyone would follow the imaginary line from her fingertip to the scarlet letter emblazoned across my chest with their eyes and I would shrink further down into my metal folding chair.

Luckily, that never happened.

Oh yeah, one last thing. On Saturday it was miserably cold (30s) and we were driving to the Best Buy off of I-10.  It was beginning to drizzle and the car in front of us suddenly braked hard.  It caused us to brake and change lanes to avoid rear-ending it.  I was curious to find out what was causing the hold up.  Apparently, a maroon SUV had pulled over to the side of the road and had its hazard lights flashing.  I peered out of the window as we passed by and I was shocked to see a father holding his daughter (less than 2 years old) at arm’s length with her dress hiked up so that she could pee onto the grass on the side of the service road.  I’m not even exaggerating.  Broad daylight, busy service road.  Classic dad-move. 

At what age to does your memory start?

coming along nicely. i like it.

wow. this is…different. i’m still trying to navigate around your site. but it’s good so far.

hmm. you know, it’s worse if you agree with that old lady when you realise it’s you she’s talking about….