THIS IS THE SPOON, COMING TO YOU LIVE FROM BIG SPRING PARK.

that’s my new nickname. well, apparently, it’s not new to everyone, but i just learned of it this weekend. i was really hoping for ‘the spork’, but at least i have a goal now.

there must be a fire. the firetruck just left.

it’s been a great weekend. other than this nagging headache which i can’t seem to shake, everything is wonderful. the wildechick outing was FAN-FRIGGIN-TASTIC (i shall write more tomorrow when i have time), and when i came home, bryan had cleaned my house. yes, he is truly my bitch. he cleaned my house from top to bottom (including the hardwood floors and bathroom), he bathed the dogs.. and he had cooked a gourmet dinner. i was just excited to come home to HIM.. and then he put the icing on the cake.

and we went to decatur. round trip.

i’m getting a few questions about decatur, so i may have to explain in a later post. in the meantime, feel free to email me any euphamisms you may use. YOU KNOW.

bryan’s driver’s license is about to expire. i said it was good because he needs to update his address (as he still has his “green” address on there. he said he would get it renewed just in time to have a more permanent address put on there. i smiled. i think it’s gonna happen.

it is a beautiful day at the park.

i love pigeons. it comes from an intense love of bert. i thought i was the only one, but i knew it was truly kismet when bryan knew all the words to “doin’ the pigeon” too.

that seemed random, i know, but there are pigeons EVERYWHERE at the park today.

i’m sitting right by my car. i am a TERRIBLE parallel-parker (admittedly), so i always park somewhere around the no-parking zones (either in front of or behind) so i always have room to get out. some guy came up to me and this is the following conversation:

him: excuse me, is that your mustang?
me: yes sir, it is. why?
him: you know, you’re parked kinda far back in the slot, and we’re having trouble parking behind you.
me: i would TOTALLY move my car, but..
him (abrasviely): BUT?
me: yes, but.. but you see those cross-hatch lines across that space you’re trying to park in? that’ll get you towed.
him: aw, no one checks those on the weekends.
me: they would when i called them to tell them you parked there. be gone.

because, yes, i am THE SPOON.

*EDIT*
i totally forgot to mention the phone call when i leaving nashville yesterday.. bill called and i called him back (because he called from a number i didn’t recognize), and after we established that i wasn’t “mama?”, he asked me to understudy L5Y, as well as being stage manager and being pre-show entertainment. so that made me smile.