do tha charleston

This year we headed to Charleston, SC for Spring Break 2010. And it was fantastic. I know I promised you topless pics, but unfortunately they're on some random guy's camera. But here's a bottomless pic that was taken at the Folly Beach craft show:

This girl was so skanky. Don't worry... she wasn't in our group.

But these girls were, and what a great group it was:

We spent the week seeing things like this:

Eating foods like this:

And then doing things like this to keep the previous thing from collecting on our abs:

When we weren't sightseeing, eating or exercising (or in my case... watching people exercise), we were doing this:

Yes, that is my friend Katy with her pants down and a mustache on her face. Things got a little outta control... SPRING BREAK BABY! (We were actually just playing an innocent board game).

I was very sad to see the trip come to an end, but I was even more sad when we got lost on the way home and ended up in Ontario (ughhh... Canada... don't get me started). But that's another post for another day. I'm sure this girl would love to tell you that story sometime:

*I just realized I've used an exorbitant amount of colons in this post::::: sorry.

crap

Have I ever told you about the cardinal that likes to poop on my car? No? Oh, well let me explain.

You see... there is this cardinal. And it likes to poop on my car. Every time I come home. Since Spring 2009. I know it harbors some intense feelings of hatred towards me... I just wish I knew what I did to deserve this year of defecation. I wish we could sit down and have a mature, civilized conversation about it instead of playing poop war. I mean seriously, bird. Grow up.

I know what you're thinking. "Brittany, you idiot. Why don't you just wash it off?"

Oh, that's a great idea! Unfortunately, no more than three minutes pass by before the poop is back. I wish I was exaggerating.

"Why don't you get one of those fake owls to scare it away?" Been there.

"You should just park your car in a different spot." Duh. Done that.

My father has sat for hours in our laundry room with his bb gun aimed through the window, just waiting to shoot the little butt-hole. But alas... the bird still lives. And poops.

I'm done being nice. Any suggestions on how to kill a cardinal legally will be graciously accepted.

I've had it with this crap.

On a different note: spring break post is coming soon. Get ready for lots of topless pics (joking, joking).

gourmet

While stalking blogs recently, I noticed that many people like to post their favorite recipes and add pictures of the process. So I decided to join the fun and share my favorite dinner that I make. It's a secret recipe that my mother carried with her from the Old Country (Centerpoint, Alabama). She passed the secret to me, and now I am ready to share it with the world. We call it cereal.

Here's what you'll need:

First, start with a nice, clean bowl. I've used a coffee cup before, but I don't recommend it. I was desperate.

Next, pour about 1 1/2 cups of cereal into the bowl.

Now add 1 cup of milk.

Finally, grab your favorite utensil (I've found that spoons work best), and dig in!

I usually try to have a side item with this dinner. I personally think that fudgesicles are a great complement to this meal, but plain fudge would also work fine.

I know this recipe may seem difficult at first glance, but it's actually pretty simple. Not to mention nutritious. Growing up, it was always such a treat to gather around the television on Sunday nights and eat a big bowl of mom's famous cereal. Can't wait to pass this treasure on to my own children someday.

Enjoy!