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Waiting…Waiting…And…Waiting

14 Nov

Sitting in my car waiting for my boys at soccer practice.  THIS…IS…MY…LIFE.  So boring.

My view…

Each boy had an hour practice.  I’d like to say that while one was practicing that I had great mom/son time with the other.  Roo studied Spanish (he wouldn’t let me help/quiz him).  And, Brucee watched a movie (with headphones on).  He wouldn’t let me watch it with him.  Punks, seriously!

Today was a cruddy day outside.  And to top it off, my back’s been messed up since Saturday.  I must have strained my lower back muscle (self diagnosed) so I wasn’t in the mood to run today.

One of my kids must have stepped on a crack.  They’re out to get me, I just know it.

Today, I wore a favorite Billabong shirt and some AE jeans. Comfortable considering my achin’ back.

Since Mick didn’t have a fit about my new purchase, I got my new Keurig out and set it up on our counter.

I filled it full of water and admired it.  I’m not ready to make a drink yet.  I thought if I wanted to use it I could just brew/heat water (and then pour back in the reservoir).  I would have made a coffee drink but the coffee I drank this morning made my stomach angry.  I didn’t want to see what would have happened if a dared a second cup.  I tried the Almond Joy creamer this morning.  Very good.  Probably full of sugar so I won’t do that again.

I didn’t get the French press because it would limit me to what I could make.  Having a Keurig, I can make coffee, chai tea, hot tea, hot chocolate, hot apple cider.  It’s endless, yeah?  The whole damn fam can enjoy.  If I end up loving coffee, I could always get a French Press for my desk at work.  Another fellow did that in my department.

Here’s the leftover booze from Friday’s party…

I’m a slob.  I needed to take care of it.  Today was the day.

The Spiked Tea sucked ass and I’ll be giving that away.  I’m not sure who to.  I can’t give it away at work because that wouldn’t look right.  Maybe I can hand out in town on the street corner?!  Don’t worry, I’ll card people first.

Oh my gosh.  Thanksgiving’s almost here.  I cannot wait.  Two of my most favorite things are eating and being with family.  You shouldn’t eat your family so I keep them separate.  However, when my kids were little, I liked to say to them, “I’m so hungry I could eat you”.  Thanksgiving satisfies both my need to chow and my need to hang with my family.  Shopping’s a favorite too.  I have that Friday off so I can start shopping TG night if I’d like.  We’ll see what my momma says.  She’s the boss.

I really need to lay off the shopping because it’s almost time for our annual one day bus trip to Chicago.  Today, I received my first email about the trip from Robin, the organizer.  I get so excited when I see these emails.

We go Friday, December 2nd.  Lots of booze on this trip.  I’m all talk and I won’t drink any (much).  If anything, I may toast with the rest of the ladies with Mimosas.  I’m not sure why some of the ladies drink so much.  Drinking makes me sleepy and I need to extra energy to power walk in Chicago.

The places I will definitely hit are H&M, Zara, and TopShop.  My mom and two sisters are going too so I’ll have to go to their favorites as well.  We leave Michigan at 6:30am in the morning and leave Chicago to come home at 9pm (Chicago time).  The day just zooms by.

Since today sucked, I’m looking forward to tomorrow.  It’s not supposed to rain and temp looks decent (sunny and 58).  I need to run.  I need to eat bugs.  Actually, I don’t need to eat ’em.  I just do because I run with my mouth open.  Not “porn” open but enough that the bugs get in there.  If I had a another nostril, I could run with my mouth shut.  I try not to be a follower but I’m not brave enough to go around with 3 nostrils…

Do Not Throw Up On The Bus, Lady!!

22 Sep

First off.  Look at this needy thing…

She’s not a rat.  She’s my dog, Bella Blue.  She always looks petrified.  She’s a bit pathetic.  She has no fur on her belly and her teeth are awful (all 6 of them).   Seven years ago, I wanted a tiny chihuahua.  Little did I know that the real little one’s usually have more health problems.

While my daughter’s away at school, I borrow from her closet.  I wore her Topshop top today (purchased in NYC Jan 2011).  I paired it with some American Eagle jeans and short brown Bandolino boots.  Look at how incredible the sky looked this morning…

Can you see the detail on the back of the shirt?

Normally, I shy away from shirts like this because I think they look like maternity shirts but I was feeling pretty confident today.

Today was my Friday because I took tomorrow off just for the heck of it.

I don’t like being on a bus but I always sign myself up to go on these daytrips to Chicago by bus.  I do it because my mom does it and I love to hang out with my mom.  She’s sweet and funny.  A bonus is that my two sisters are going too.  We’ll be going on this glorious bus trip the beginning of December.

Thanks to my little sis, Marla, I discovered that Topshop is new to Chicago — yay!!  While Marla and I are getting very serious in Topshop and Zara, my mom will be smiling from ear to ear in Trader Joe’s.  I told you she was funny.   Now I like Trader Joe’s too but I am not grocery shopping in Chicago when I can visit the store in Michigan?!

My mom also likes to get warm wine in a boot-shaped mug at the German Market.  I never dress right so I freeze my ass off to get her there.

Now I’m not complaining (even though I am) but the woman refuses to take a taxi so we walk everywhere, I mean everywhere.  Navy Pier?  “We can walk there”….  German Market?  “It’s only a few blocks”… Marshall Fields? “I can see it so we can walk it”…  Look at the old Marshall Field’s holiday windows?  “Hey….let’s walk there”.  In the end, I’m glad we do all the walking  because whenever I go to Chicago, I totally chow.

The bus trip that we go on is loud and fun.  NO sleeping.  NO men allowed.  The last few rows of seats hold lots and lots of booze.  You can make any kind of drink imaginable.  When we leave town, we all toast with mimosas (at like 6 or 7 in the morning).  One year, a lady was drinking so much, she was totally wasted by like 8:30 and threw up.  I never, ever want to smell that again.  She got alcohol poisoning and spent the whole day in the hospital.  Again, can’t wait (the trip silly — not for someone to throw up, mind you).

Running.  Yep, I did it.

About 5:30pm, I ran 11.39 miles with an average mile of  8:15.  The weather  was perfect for a run.  It was cool enough for a long sleeve.  I listened to my Ipod instead Pandora for once.  I was worried since I haven’t spent a lot of time updating my music that I’d be disappointed.  I was wrong because my “old” music really kept me going throughout the run.  Funny, because I noticed I have a lot of Marilyn Manson songs.  The guy is crazy but I just love his music, especially his old stuff.

After I fed my sons and gave them instructions to hibernate.  Since I was rollin’ solo, I stopped for a peanut butter malt on my way to Mick’s softball games.

Late night for me.  Can’t make it a habit because I require lots of sleep.