Doggone Tired!

When I was little I hardly ever got in trouble (your welcome mom and dad) but when I did I get in trouble I wasn't really punished my mom would just say "I'm not mad, I'm just disappointed". For most kids, this would be the best punishment ever, they could keep watching tv, play with their friends etc. But for me, this phrase cut me deep. 

This could be why I am so hard on myself and hold people to such high standards. A strength and a weakness all in one.  So anyway the point of this post...

I was coming home on Friday and I decided to drive to the front office of our apartment to pick up a package (yes I could have parked my car and walked but my shoes were super un-comfortable)...anywaaaay...I pick up the package and drive back to my parking garage spot. 

Now keep in mind I am coming from the opposite direction and turning right into my spot, when I usually turn left. It may seem like a small detail but it made a difference I swear. So anyway I am turning right and I think I have enough room but I am proved wrong when I feel the back part of my car scrape on the parking garage.

Ugh.

I get out and survey the damage and there is white paint all over the side of my car, above my back wheel. I immediately spit on the bottom of my shirt and start trying to rub off the paint, which worked for some of it. But there was some paint that wouldn't budge with my classy spit shine technique. I just stood back and looked at the white paint. And it was weird, I wasn't mad, I was just disappointed. Full circle moment eh?

Does anyone know how to get paint off of a car? I have heard Turtle Wax works...

Later that night I met up with one of my oldest high school friends. We indulged in wine, talked about stuff that was funny and stuff that was serious but it was so nice to just have all my focus on a good friend. I swear there is nothing that replaces good friendship.

Then on Saturday Jon unveiled his home made beer that he has been making and it was yummy! Again, it was another nice night with good friends. Doesn't get much better than that!

Then on Sunday Jon and I joined my family for the Superbowl. While the game was a focal point, this new little lady named Daisy got much of the attention. This is Daisy, she is my brother's (James) new dog that he got with his girlfriend. Yes, my brother got a yorkie.

Jimmy has started to wear his sweatshirts backwards so that he can keep Daisy close.

I made sure to keep showing Rosie that she was top dog with me.

At one point the game turned around and the Cardinals took the lead and things were looking bleak for my Steelers fan family (mainly my dad). Here is my dad looking quite pensive while the Cardinals looked like they were going to win it all.

But phew, thank goodness, the Steelers pulled through! Here is my dad with his Superbowl cake, Steeler's licence plate and the Jersey I bought him.

By the end of the weekend Jon and I were tuckered out. Monster was too!
Oh and guess what? Here is your first peak at our little puppy.

Internet, I would like to introduce you to Frankie!

Did you guys have a good weekend?