Am I a "Beaverton Babe?!" Not hardly.

Okay, so in my profile I said that once I learn how to be a regular blogger, I am going to update my title to "blogger babe." Well, here's the story of why I would choose that title...

On a recent girls night out, my friend Nicole told me that her husband refers to her as a "Beaverton babe." She earned that title because she has become a "local," knowing all the short-cuts through town, how to get from here to there, etc. So whenever they are going anywhere and she takes a little short-cut that only locals who really know where they are going would use, he says "Ohh, Beaverton Babe!" So I figure, once I know how to navigate around a blog like only skilled bloggers can, I will be a "blogger babe."

I've got to earn me some sort of title like that...my friends can now attest to the FACT that I AM NOT a "Beaverton babe!" On a lunch outing this past week, with my friend Maria in the car and Nicole in the car behind me, I got confused on the directions, got busy looking in the rearview mirror at Nicole who was giving me hand motions of where to go, and turned my eyes back to the road JUST IN TIME to see the median divider I was running over!!!! Lucky for me there was no oncoming traffic at the time and no witnesses...just Maria and my "Beaverton Babe" friend behind me who quickly called me on my cell phone to let me know that all hubcaps were still intact on my car and that I would not be allowed ANY margaritas at lunch!