Ebates

It's going to be a good day, Tater

 Ebates sent me a $10 Gift Card today.

Just for being me.

You should join ebates too, methinks.

Dining 101

The weekend is fast approaching.  Quick-jot down these pointers before your dinner party plans commence.  And know you be ackin' rite.

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And please. Remember: Enjoy your Charcuterie.  I know I do.

My Mantra.

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In Case You Were Wondering

In case you were wondering what a One Year Old's First Birthday Day looks like...

Open a present or two.  Yes that is Uncle Alan.  "My Hero," as evidenced by the scribe in permanent marker.

Lunch at Sitti

With the Daddy

Followed by a trip to the Chiropractor, no I am not crazy, it's like mother-daughter spa day  but mother-son adjustment day.  Before leaving we had to break a pricey accent piece.  By we I am referring to the child.

Non.Repair-able.

Followed by selfies of a one year old who chose to have his cake and eat it too

February 5, 2012

Today is Whitten's First Birthday

Today, last year, at 11:46pm

6 pound 10 ounce 19 inch long Whitten Mills was born

Bless

More pictures to come, I can assure you.

Babylon off Dawson

Did you ladies have a fantrabulous weekend?  Me too.  It started out a little something lahhhkiiiees.

For those of you not well versed in volume, those are velcro rollers. 

Well the evening started nicely and some of us ladies decided to try out Babylon (Off Dawson.)  You have to get there by taking the loop to Capitol off Peace.  There is no other way.  I promise.  No. Other. Way.  We tried.

Started out like any other evening.

Then.  We realized we actually took a left on Peace and a right on Capitol then a left on Lane and right on Blount only to end up in Creepyville.  {I'm saying, it was not that easily accessible-Babylon, that is.}  And not to be a hater or a prude or  behind on the times...but I'm not really down with escort services.  Not that kind of gal.  Not my thing.   Which is why it's a shame the seven of us were stuck beside such an unfortunate {and inappropriate, I might mention} situation all night.

 And even though we sat down at 2045 to eat and did not recieve our food until 2230 {while Ginger, some may know her as "Jenna"} had to politely ask the waitress to check on her wine after waiting a good forty five minutes after ordering...and despite the fact that the "dining room" turned into "da club" mid-meal, we managed to have a great time.

I can only hope this group did as well. 

And this one.

Since our meal was interrupted by some strange Taylor Swift dance-beatz-revolution-mix, we had to find dessert elsewhere.

Hey is the Hot Sign on?

Clearly.

And Heather, I am so sorry I was so involved in your personal space, I am just embarassed at my lack of self awareness.

I believe someone had an issue with this heel height.

Grown women should always harrass high school aged Krispy Kreme employees to take multiple pictures of them as though they were in Myrtle Beach on Spring Break.

We then were invited to leave.  Because apparently they were "closing."

Have a great night, Krispies.  Thank you for the good times.

Ace Towing

ErMerGersh.  This past week has been hellacious.  Sick child with RSV turned Double Ear Infection turned quickly into sick exhausted working mom guilt.

So I needed some forty five minutes of down time which inevitably involve paraffin.

Which turned into an additional three hours of social time at JoJo's house.  Jodi has the Fresh Market spread DOWN.  I mean. Down to China Town. 

Unfortunately, the towing companies in DOWNtown Raleigh, have towing DOWN.  I mean, Down to China Town.  Or Blount Street.  Whichever comes first.  Doesn't this look like a place killers sleep?

Look at that barbed wire.

Don't you just love when people choose career paths which directly make your life more complicated?

Jodi actually got out of the car to take this picture because she is well traveled and brave.  I just sat in the passenger seat after I handed her my phone to document my good times.  As I was driving away, {of course after paying my fine and informing the attendant that I have parked in that lot MANY times with NO TROUBLE} he showed me the area in his junkyard where the murdered prostitute was found last year {and the Raleigh Police Officer was obviously wrongfully accussed. Obviously.}  No I'm not kidding.

Great Story. Thanks. No don't recall that one.

On the flip side.  Jodi actually got to drive along the outside edges of Raleigh, looking just into the town limits of Garner, becoming THAT much closer to understanding who Scotty McCreery really is, you know, on the inside.