I do well playing by myself

Starting off a new blog involves a lot of talking (read: typing) - to yourself. It takes a while to get established, attract readers and say enough interesting things to have people follow you regularly. Sooo, keeping in mind that I am the only one here I will entertain myself by uploading pictures that I find interesting. Until someone actually starts reading this thing, it will serve as a kind of archive for me. I am only a novice picture taker at best, but I do carry my camera with me everywhere. You never know when you can catch something good like:

Not that funny overall. Someone arranged the letters to read "WRUNCH CRAP" which doesn't display a lot of creativity on their part, but it's easy humor like a fart joke. Sure it's lame, but sometimes you giggle anyway.

OK, this is a little more my speed in that the humor is deceptive. I know it's not jump out at you funny, but lets think about its elements. 1) These are regular wheel covers on a Malibu, 2) the owner was not happy with the simulated aluminum finish of said wheel cover, 3) they decided to spruce up the look and spray painted them black. Maybe because black is a bad ass color and if there is any car that screams "Watch out, I may start trouble!" it's a Chevy Malibu. But best of all is 4) they monogrammed their hubcap. Is the "M" for Malibu?

This gem we found while driving back from vacation this year. Moments like this are exactly why I carry my camera everywhere. Panty Dropper. That's not a name you can just start off with. Your jacked up muddin' truck can't start on the name equivalent of level 11. Maybe it began as Big Red or Mud Bug or some other lame name that I would call it 'cause I'm a girl (An aside: my husband just suggested Mud Butt). Then, I imagine, the owner started getting some attention from the ladies. Maybe he did pretty well in them mud bogs and began getting a second look from the fairer sex. Maybe he had too many Bud Lights and thought his truck was so masculine that at the mere sight and sound of it, panties lost their elastic hold on the waists of their wearers and dropped to the ground in a display of awesomeness. I would say that my panties didn't even flutter so maybe he's just a douche.

Big Step

Starting a blog is intimidating. Just thinking of the name for your blog is daunting. Cutesy is out. Tongue in cheek? I'm too tired right now to be clever. Other good names are already taken. I kept thinking, how do I identify with myself? I wanted to have a profound and serious sounding blog name, but that's not me. I'm not serious and rarely have profound thoughts. Then I remembered, I still can't believe I'm a grown-up. By that I mean I am facing a milestone birthday and seem to be getting all reflective. I guess I am a grown-up.

I will be 30 in a few months. My husband turned 31 this year. I told him on his 30th last year that when you turn 30, you are all the way grown. No more "You're just in your twenties" write-offs. You are all grown, all the time. Anyone 20 or above is an adult sure enough, but I think there is a difference between being an adult and being a grown-up. In your 20's you're still growing into your adulthood. By 30 you should be there. It's like growing a mustache. 20's is Spencer Pratt, 30 is Chuck Norris. I think my Chuck Norris is coming in nicely.