Karen's Shower

My mom and I threw my sister a lingerie shower at her house this past Saturday. I had a blast and I'm fairly certain Karen did, too. She did the appropriate blushing and giggling that one should do at a lingerie shower, so I call that a success.

I won't show pictures of the gifts she got since that would be in poor taste, but I'll show a few pictures of the setup.

I looked a long time for cute lingerie shower invitations and couldn't find them anywhere. So I opted to make my own - they turned out super cute (in my opinion) and much less expensive than store-bought ones. And I made them all different to give them a little personality.

(excuse the gray squares;
I didn't think advertising my sister's address
or my phone number would be a

good thing to do on the internet ...)

Here are the gorgeous desserts I got from Sweet Things (the BEST bakery in Pensacola, if you ask me). I got a few Tiramisu, a few Flourless Chocolate Cakes, and a few Key Lime Cheesecakes. And no dessert tree would be complete without a top layer of Thin Mints.

Here was my gift for Karen. I saw it online and thought it was the cutest thing in the world, so I tried my best to recreate it. I was pretty tickled with the result.

(if it's not apparent, it's a towel wedding cake)

President's Day

So I survived my first solo road trip. I loved it! I had a wonderful time, caught up with some great friends, and did a boat-load of laughing. What fun.

I didn't get lost going down there and I only had to make one U-turn on the search for my friend's apartment. Score for me.

Here are some funny things I saw while driving down to Tampa:

• The inevitable "Daytona or Bust" sign on a Camaro
• A guy in a tricked out car being pulled over by the cops ... and it wasn't much more than two miles before that when he passed me going approximately Mach 12. Karma is so fun.
• A huge, totally fancy RV (like the ones they show on the Travel Channel) towing a helicopter. Yes, a helicopter. A huge, totally fancy RV towing a small, totally fancy helicopter. Goodness.

And it's President's Day, which means today is the 14th or 15th anniversary of me spending the day in the emergency room because I fell off a subdivision sign while pretending to be a ballerina (I know, I know ...).

And it's the 14th or 15th anniversary of me getting sick all over the CAT-scan machine (and myself) while the doctors tried to see if I had ruptured my spleen. (I told the technician that I didn't feel well. But did he believe me? Obviously not.)

And it's the 14th or 15th anniversary of me realizing that a blown-up surgical glove looks really funny - like a guy with a mohawk. Not funny enough to make my non-ruptured spleen feel better, but still pretty funny.

Ahh, memories.

Solo Road Trip

I'm taking my very first solo road trip tomorrow.

Why is it that I'm 26 and have never driven more than 200 or so miles by myself? Unfortunately I don't have a very impressive answer. It pretty much boils down to 1) being a semi-poor college student who couldn't afford to travel too much, and then 2) finding a guy who really likes to drive (which, in turn, lets me do something I like to do: sleep).

I've got some awesome friends from high school who live near Tampa. They've been up to Pensacola plenty of times, so I decided that it's my turn to go see them.

Lee was going to go with me and see some of his friends in Lakeland, but we figured that it'd be good for me to do this trip by myself.

It should be very liberating - or so I hope.

Thank goodness for satellite radio and roadside assistance :)