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Few random thoughts to share with you, my dear readers… consider it some random musings or a brain dump, or catching up with an old friend you haven’t visited with for awhile, none the less, here’s my bulleted list of things which don’t quite make for a post on their own….

*I recently made the wonderful discovery of sharp Monterey Jack cheese.  I’ve seen it mixed with cheddar in bags at the store, and knew you could put it in tacos or what not.  But I accidentally bought a huge back of Monterey Jack thinking it was mozzarella.  I used it in pepperoni bread and home made pizza.

IT IS FABULOUS! 

Seriously, where have you been all my life Monterey Jack? 

Can I just say, best pizza ever?? 

I think I may never use mozzarella again. 

* Cravings… been having lots of them lately… as in grilled cheese and relish sandwiches every day last week… and I polished off a big ol bag of Utz Honey Barbeque Potato Chips last week as well.  I never, ever, buy potato chips…sure I might eat a handful at a party, but I am more of a chocolate chip cookie kind of girl, not a chip girl.  Except for Doritos… every now and then I’ll get a hankering for Doritos… but never, chips.  These chips were DECLIOUS and totally hit the spot.  I’m already craving a second bag.

*Speaking of pregnancy…I’m officially in maternity clothes now.  Couldn’t walk around anymore with my pants unbuttoned… had to go for the elastic band. 

*Confession:  Those cheesy, sappy, kiss begins with Kay commercials, get me every time.  Scott will roll his eyes and begin to say, “oh please,” and turn to see me with my hand literally over my heart saying, “awh.”  I know, I am corn ball.  But the one where the couple walks around retracing all the spots in their relationship… first kiss…first date…and the “spot where I said, “Yes.” uh….Can I just blame it on the hormones, please?

*Still reveling in the sheer brilliance of my man… every day last week the kids greeted Scott when he came home with, “Dad, guess what veggie we’re having for dinner? We actually had 2 veggies for dinner on more than one night and served broccoli with our pizza on Friday. 

*Aunt Karen and baby Eli, arrived in town this weekend… we couldn’t be more thrilled to have them local for a big chunk of time.

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I seriously stink at parking.  (Not parallel parking.  I’ve got a secret for that.  I never do it.  Ever.  Yes, I will walk twice as far when parking downtown to avoid parallel parking on the street).  

But, my struggle is with the ol’ pull in parking lots.  More specifically, backing out of said spots.  I’ve been known to wait around in my car for the car beside me or in front of me to leave so I can get out of my spot b/c I parked too close to the line and can’t get out without damaging one of our cars.  And I’ve gone back into the house of a friend to get someone to come help me back out when I leave a party or gathering before most of the people and I don’t know how I’ll squeeze out the driveway.

And no these events didn’t take place back when I first got my license… they’ve taken place during my married life… even my married with kids life.

But tonight was a new low.

I walked home from soccer practice.  (with the keys to my husbands car in my hand). 

It was supposed to be so easy.  Scott met the kids and I at practice.  When practice was over, I suggested he take the kids home in the van so I could stop by to grab something for dinner on the way back to the house.

But when I went to his parking spot I found a bit of a tight squeeze.  Big old truck parked right by the line of my parking spot on my left.  Wooden posts on my right.  And a minivan behind me.

I slowly inched back…turned the wheel.

Nope to close to that truck, I’m going to hit it.

Pull back in… this time trying to stay close to the right side.  Try again.  Looks like I’ll make it.  But nope, too close to the van.  Can’t do it. 

Pull in again.  Try calling Scott.

No answer.

Try again.

No answer.

Back out again…. going good… slowly, slowly, turn the wheel….no I can’t.

And so, I walk home.  (Luckily it isn’t a far walk at all, it’s just too far for 3  slightly distractible and all too often painfully slow kids to walk there quickly and have any hope of making it to practice on time). 

I get home and tell Scott that his car is still at the elementary school and ummm we gotta go back and get it.

So, at 7:15, we put the kids back in the car (even though we haven’t eaten dinner yet) and drive back to the school (why Mommy?)  to get the van.

Scott doesn’t say a word.  Not one word.  Till we get to the car (in the now vacant lot), when as I hop out he says,

‘This time I’ll wait for you.”

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