I know that no one can do anything about the parking situation created by the linwood dance camp at the Church of the Ascension on Linwood. Therefore, I am just going back to documenting it for fun. Today I got some great video.

I mean you can only tell people so much, and seeing as they have nothing to lose by not following the rules, why would they? One thing I have learned as an adult is: rules, without punishment for breaking them, have no meaning.

Despite the sign that specially says no stopping in or blocking driveway - in giant red letters - and the multitude parking spots
available around the driveway - this dance camp parent decided it was okay for her to park across both driveways for five minutes during pickup from the linwood dancecamp.



It wasn't nearly as bad as the fifteen car traffic jam caused earlier
when one parent double parked in front of the driveway and then
another parent triple parked next to them. You cannot just park in the lanes of a street, ever - on any street.



Even if each parent only parks in the street for five minutes but 30
parents do this - you are talking about a major traffic situation.

They didn't even move despite the other cars beeping, despite
available spots all around, and despite cars being backed up to
north. I think come spring I might get a louspeaker and embarass them by calling them out. At least it would be entertaining.

I really can't understand these peoples blantant disregard for parking rules and especially not the disregard for actual traffic law. Not when there are spots so conveniently located all around.

We had my birthday dinner at my Parents house last night. I asked for lamb or seafood and got both lamb and seafood. We had lamb and cod wrapped in procuitto plus shrimp and smoked salmon.

The lamb was so yummy. It all was yummy.



My mom forgot to bring out the shrimp cocktail with the meal, so we had it with the pre-cake desset course.



I got some clothes from my parents and my brother bought my both the fanciest tuna fish and fanciest honey he could find at premier - which was awesome.



I could never figure out why this box is like twice plus the price of their already expensive ortiz can not in the red box. Turns out the red box is only belly meat, also known as toro in sushi bars. I can't wait to find out.



Here is a description:

Ventresca

The fatty belly of the tuna, this premium cut is familiar to sushi lovers as toro. Exceptionally flavorful, meaty and buttery, ventresca fillets are a luxury best reserved for eating unadorned, with a bit of olive oil and lemon juice or alongside a salad. Most ventresca comes from tuna imported from Italy and Spain. It's hard to find.

At my parents house, we were reading this fun fact book about
presidents. Imagine if these were facts about current presidents.

(e:enknot) and James from work got me a personal size deep fryer. I am
so excited about the possibilities.

My birthday celebration was one to remember. It started by watching TV all day. I don't usually do this: Judge Matthis, Judge Judy, Jerry Springer and Steve Wilko. The people on the show made me feel normal. Thats probably why everyone else watches them too.

For dinner we went to Mother's - the restaurant on Virginia Place. (e:matthew) planned the whole thing, it was really nice to have something organized. The Appetizer portion of the meal was amazing. We had seafood stuffed lobster and little neck clams in chorizo sauce. Then for dinner I had the scallops. They were pretty good as well. The rest of the meals were not so amazing. (e:terry) got some pasta that had nasty, cold , canned beats on it and (e:matthew) got what tasted like instant mashed potatoes. It was yuck.

When we got home, I didn't expect the guests, in fact I thought we had robbers in the house. The moment was also arranged by (e:matthew) and it was really sweet. I think it was one of the first genuinely surprised moments in my life.

They also got me a nice metal (no plastic) weight set, which goes with the chinup bar I bought the other day. Now I have a little mini gym at home. There is already a bench in the attic.

If only it stopped there. Then Joan Crawford came to visit.