Showing posts from February, 2011


Sometimes I question my sanity. I mean, not because of the whole bipolar thing, but because of the things that can piss me off so quickly or bring me such happiness. We live in a permit parking area. Our neighborhood is adjacent to a sports/event arena, so to keep all those Disney on Ice and Lady Gaga patrons from parking in our neighborhood, we are issued stickers and visitor tags. (want to see a Sharks game and park for free? $10?) Every other year, we need to apply for permit renewals. You need your application, copies of car registrations, i.d. and proof of residency (utility bill or even your registration) Stickers and hanging guest tags are in sequential order and are given out first come, first serve. Because ours were a part of what the city did to placate the homeowners so they could build their precious "shark tank". Each year, I mail our application in and wonder what numbers we'll get. I've been in the hundreds before. Last year I slack