Thursday, February 28, 2008
Rum Jungle for dinner. Looks nice, eh? I was taking a look at the sample menu earlier and started slobbering all over my keyboard. It turns into a club later on in the night and OMG...they have cage go-go dancers! This is my secret dream job....don't tell anyone I told you, though.
After dinner, we're heading up to the Foundation Room. The cool part about this is it's exclusive. It's like a Vegas style country club. You cant get in unless you have a membership, which costs a ridiculous amount of money each year. Now, don't go thinking I paid for something like this- because that is soooo not my style. My husband's job has lots of "extras". This membership being one of them. So we're taking our friends up to enjoy the view, the atmosphere, and the $20 martinis. There's just something about a $20 martini...
Our babysitter committed to staying until 12am. Midnight! Oh my heavens! What on earth are we going to do until midnight?! I'm not sure I'll be able to make it until then, but I will certainly try.
These little things make me feel like I'm still "cool", since 99% of my time is spent in sweats (with food and boogers all over them), at home, with no makeup on. If I'm lucky, I'll get to talk to another adult each day- other than my husband, who is a great person to have a conversation with but, I like a little variety sometimes. So I have to hold onto my cool moments as much as I can.
Now I'm off to aid my poor boy and his ear!
Wednesday, February 27, 2008
Tuesday, February 26, 2008
Monday, February 25, 2008
Turkey lunch meat (it has to be a good kind)
Pepper Jack cheese (this is the secret ingredient!)
Lots of mayo
Salt and pepper
Put it all together and YUM! I like to have a few Lays BBQ chips with it. Is it a healthy sandwich? Nope. Is that what makes it so good? Yep.
Sunday, February 24, 2008
People watching at the gym is pure entertainment for me. It's even better than zoning out to my ipod sometimes. It seems like every day I come home with a new gym story to tell my husband. Here are some of the colorful people that go to my gym:
The Meat Heads. You know, the mid-twenties to late-forties guys. They have (or think they have) big muscles. They lift weights that are too heavy for them. They make disgusting, silly noises when they lift like "Doy! Doy! Doy!". They sneak glances at me and my friends but pretend to be completely consumed by looking at their muscles. They sweat. A lot. Eww.
These guys are some of my favorites to watch. My girlfriends and I, while lifting our ten pound weights, giggle to each other listening to theirs "ARGHS!" two mirrors down. They talk about things like where they used to lift, or where their buddies lift, or where they fix cars or ride motorcycles.
The Housewives. These are the women that go to get a break from their kids. Some of them are overweight, trying desperately to lose that baby weight. Some are toned and perfect because they go to gym it 6 days a week (and are vegetarian and run 5Ks every weekend). Some are there with their friends, strictly for the social hour. I am all of the above.....except the vegetarian and 5K part.
The Strippers. This is Vegas, after all. No offense to strippers. I'm actually kind of jealous they get to dance around on a pole all night. These kind of women are bleached blond, very skinny, and have HUGE breasts. Not big like "wow she's got big boobs". Big like "OMG those are the biggest boobs I have EVER seen!". Seriously. There is one woman at my gym in particular, who I lovingly refer to as "Tits", who has the biggest breasts I have ever seen in my life. They are obviously fake. I just wonder why on earth she would choose to have boobs that size. But, she has all eyes on her when she walks in....maybe that is the idea?
The Seniors. I have nothing but respect for this group. They're grey, they're wrinkled, some come in walking with canes, but they still manage to get 20 minutes on the treadmill. Amazing people. I hope I will have the nerve to be as health conscience as them when I'm that age.
The Skinnies. This group doesn't need to be in the gym at all. Where is the muscle that they are working? These people are super skinny, borderline eating disorders (and maybe more), and need to be out having a meal instead of busting their (skinny) asses on the stair-stepper.
Friday, February 22, 2008
"Loud noises" in my house are screeching, screaming, crying, bickering, sometimes meowing and barking- or other animal noises if the kids are feeling creative. If I'm really lucky, it'll be all of those noises at the same time.
Throughout the day, I wish I could put a pair of these babies in. The "noise" starts in the early morning hours, usually around 6am. Instead of getting up and getting the kids up (because they have been awake for an hour already), I could put my earplugs in and sleep in. Sleep in! I don't even remember what that is!
As the day goes on, the noise only increases. If I had my earplugs, I could just do my usual things without getting interrupted by the screeching of my daughter (which sounds like a dying cat, btw), or the constant demands of my son.
If I had my earplugs, I could sleep a whole 7 hours straight. I don't think I've done that in about 5 years. No wonder why I'm getting wrinkles. I'm proof a person can survive on little or no sleep for long periods of time (but I cant guarantee my sanity with that).
I think I even might start offering earplugs at my door. That way everyone will enjoy their time in my house.
Thursday, February 21, 2008
Wednesday, February 20, 2008
I'm almost positive I'll be having more of these boobie dreams. In the meantime, I'm trying to enjoy the ones I have for these last 30 days.....tick tock.......
Monday, February 18, 2008
Friday, February 8, 2008
Jack is sick today. He threw up all over my couch this morning. Dont you love cleaning up puke? I know I do. Especially right after I eat breakfast.
Jack's stomach flu has given me some "free" time today since he's spent the whole day in bed, but I almost feel guilty for appreciating the quiet. I guess it's my reward for cleaning up puke.