After spending a couple of hours at the pool we decided to grab dinner at a fast food restaurant. After all we got some exercise at the pool so we could afford a few thousand hundred calories. Lee pulled the van in to the Taco Bell parking lot and drove around back towards the drive thru menu and speaker.

As we turned the corner I noticed a car parked sideways (as opposed to in an actual parking spot). Next to the car was a couple snuggling on the curb. The girl was sitting on the pavement and the guy was straddling her from behind. He had his arms around her. They seemed to be watching the traffic coming in and out of the restaurant.

Then I realized they were parking. Not parking as in I parked my car in this parking spot. But parking like when teenagers pull off to Lover’s Lane and neck in the car until the windows fog up. Only these people weren’t teenagers. And Taco Bell is so not Lover’s Lane.

That’s when I realized just how happy I am that I’m married and no longer in the dating world. Because, seriously?!? If my date took me to Taco Bell to “park” I think I might cause him bodily harm. Who does that? Taco Bell? Seriously?

I’m watching a preview of The Real Housewives of Atlanta. Have you ever seen these Housewives shows on Bravo. It started with Orange County Housewives. Then they added New York Housewives. I’ve heard rumors of New Jersey Housewives. And now Atlanta Housewives. Basically, each series is about a group of women with way too much money.

In this episode one of the housewives just wrote a check for $68,000 and some change for a Cadillac Escalade. She just bought an almost $70,000 car like I buy a gallon of milk. Just plucked it up off the shelf and slapped it down on the conveyor belt. I’m pretty sure my checkbook would have a coronary, dry up and die a slow and painful death if I tried to write a $70,000. Heck my checkbook dry heaves if I write a $70 check.

From what I’ve seen it looks like the Atlanta women are going to be the most extravagant housewives to date. These woman are stay-at-home moms with full entourages. They have chefs, a full cleaning staff, personal assistants and PR people. PR people for crying out loud. For a stay-at-home mom. Granted these aren’t normal stay-at-home moms. These moms aren’t driving minivans to soccer games and baking cookies for PTO events. These women are drowning themselves in fine silks and diamonds to make appearances at parties or store openings or wherever else camera are flashing so they can show off their wealth. But seriously? PR people?

One of the housewives had her personal assistant call her dad and ask him what he needed for his upcoming stay at her house. Who does that? Who has their personal assistant call their parents to ask them for a list of demands? Who is her dad? J. Lo.? You know what my mom gets when she comes to my house? A glass of water. And she’s happy about it.

I love Orange County. New York was mildly entertaining. But I’m not sure I’ll be able to stomach Atlanta. What do you think? Did you catch the preview on Bravo too?

It’s 10:30pm. I’m hungry, but I already ate. I’m tired, but I can’t sleep. I’m bored, but I have nothing to do. It sucks.

I have hardly slept in the last two weeks. This is what happens when I’m on prednisone. I go to bed early, but then I just lay there unable to sleep. Last night I got back up and read until 4am. Then went back to bed and laid there until around 5am. This is really pissing me off. I am a girl who needs her sleep. I can’t function on anything less than eight hours a night and eight hours is just a minimum.

I’m so cranky I’m likely to rip the head off of anybody that gets in my way. Every time a commercial comes on I want to chuck the remote at the screen because the commercials are so. damn. loud. I’m about to go throw a few hundred dollars at the nearest Best Buy just to get a television that truly has smart sound.

Last night I had to put the kids to bed at 8:30pm. They were mad because it’s summer and they usually get to stay up until 10pm. But it was either bed or I was going to kill them. They chose bed.

Today I was watching People’s Court and the people were so annoying and so ridiculously stupid I wanted to crawl in to the television and bitch slap every single one of them.

Aren’t you glad you don’t live with me right now?

I still have three days left of my medicine. I’m not sure I’ll make it.

DadCentric welcomes two new dads to the mix.

He does have a point. BlogHer could be the perfect place to pick up women.

What do princess do?

I’ve been there. Having no internet can drive a person crazy.

It’s amazing to me that people don’t even realize how rude they can be.

Did you know it takes 22 times to make something a habit? Or sometimes less.

I hadn’t really thought about it before, but there are a bunch of different classes of puking.

I love these pictures from this year’s CheeseburgHer Party.