is this thing on?

I've read a few articles online recently about the different social websites and these articles basically bashed them. There’s the ever present argument that Facebook has given us a false sense of intimacy with our friends.  I read that people feel Instagram should be renamed “Brag-o-gram” because people use it to brag about all the fun things they are doing.  I also read that Pinterest is the current version of your binder in middle school. The binder you decorated with pictures of all the things you like and that Pinterest has become a place where people mindlessly pin things and don’t use their own creativity. I tend to avoid writing opinion pieces; it’s not because I don’t have an opinion but because I generally can’t handle the aftermath of expressing my opinion. In my perfect world, I could share my opinion and people of a different opinion would just smile and nod and leave me alone; but we live in an imperfect world full of mean people so I usually keep to myself. All tha

If you're like me, one bad experience at something can scar you for life. It's not that I won't try it again but when I do it will be with fear, worry, and lack of confidence which usually means I sabotage myself, get the same bad results, and THEN decide to avoid it at all costs. So, let's talk about parallel parking. Shall we? Back in the mid-90's, in my hometown, the fact that I was a female who also earned good grades in school meant that I wasn't required to take driver's ed. You should also know that my driving test consisted of driving, changing lanes, turning, and parking. That's it. Needless to say, I only sort of  learned to parallel park. I've always lived in the suburbs and Brian usually does the driving so I've never really needed the skill.  I vaguely recall attempting it on my own once in high school but then not again until this year. I was headed downtown by myself to meet up with some friends after work in July and after c