I fought the law....

and WON.

haha. Today I went to court to appeal a parking ticket. That's right, you can laugh, but that was an expensive little joker, and really was quite ridiculous. Soooo, I fought it and there is now $32 staying in my pocket instead of going to the City of Charleston.

So, the ticket was for parking on "the wrong side of the street." Let me explain - I went to study out at waterfront park recently - found a spot, and pulled right on through into the spot (kinda like you would at the grocery store if there was a spot available in front of you, so you could just pull straight out instead of backing out when you had to leave). I paid the meter and went on my merry little way. I got back with 3 minutes still left on the meter and a small piece of paper flapping in the wind underneath my windshield wiper much to my surprise. I mean, I paid my meter, I was in a spot - what could I have gotten a ticket for? yep - that's right "parking on the wrong side of the street." Now I'll be honest, I know you can't pull into parallel spots the opposite way, like against the direction all the other cars are pointing, but in regular parking spots?!?

I entered the room with two men looking at me across the desk. They said "plead your case" and I told them what was up, flashed them some boobies and of course they dropped it. Minus the flash the boobies part.

They were actually pretty cool about it, explained why it was "wrong" and let me off clean as a whistle (although I've never understood that phrase). I think the fact that it was my first ticket helped my case a lil'....or a lot.

So, moral of the story - you can fight the law and win - and don't pull through into a parking spot at the end of Market Street, even if there is no barrier or sign telling you you can't.

late night library woes after a week full of studying:

{in slightly pitiful voices:}

"I wish my boyfriend lived here." -Katie
"I wish I had a boyfriend....not to minimize your situation or anything." -Heather

This quick response made for a nice little chuckle....thanks Boogey.

DESIRE

I feel like this applies in a few different areas of my life right now:


"Dwell not upon thy weariness, thy strength shall be according to the measure of thy desire."

wanna 'hold my hand'?

I love Hootie and the Blowfish. It's true. In fact, I've always had a desire to see them in concert - but oddly enough never have even though I'm from South Carolina.

Some of you may laugh at this desire - but I can't help it, they never cease to put a smile on my face.

So here's the deal - they're playing in South Carolina soooon on tour. They play in Greenville at the Bi-Lo center on the 28th of April (with Pat Green opening), and August 18th in Charleston. The one in Greenville is $30 and I'm not sure how much the one in Charleston costs -- but, I was wondering if their are any Hootie fans out there who would like to join me in this concert going experience. And, which one should I go to? The Charleston one would make total sense, since I live there - but let's be honest, if no one wants to go with me there, I'll go to Greenville.

So, holla if you want to come. I'm listening to them at this very moment and I'm telling you - it won't be a disappointment. These boys can jam......

my boys

I'm pretty sure I have the cutest nephews in the world.

Sumo Anyone?

Sumo Fun: although my hair was put on backwards at first, I still tore it up in the sumo ring (I'm the red one - the blue one is my sumo midget friend Heather)

You must be a redneck....

I'm going to do my own rendition of Jeff Foxworthy's "you must be a redneck..." because my mom sent me an email this morning and I couldn't control my laughter when I read the first line.

You know you're from the south when: your mom sends you an email and this is the first line "Well, would you believe that there is a possum in that raccoon cage in the backyard this morning? Daddy took the day off to turkey hunt, so I am going to have to look at that thing all day til he gets home!"

Yes folks, there's a possum in the 'coon cage & daddy's out huntin'. WOW. I don't think I've never felt quite so redneck --- but it cracks me up. Gotta love it!