It’s been a while…

No wonder I’m f’ing starving this morning.  Sparkpeople.com calculated that I burned 627 during my 1.09 mile swim this morning. 

I’m sure I won’t be able to move my arms tomorrow but at least I burned  barely more calories than I chose to eat for breakfast.  Who would have guessed that my one slice of toast with 1 pat of butter would cost me 200 calories?  Not to mention the 271 calories for the egg, bacon and pepper omelet YUM!  Or the 12 Frosted Mini Wheats that I had before hitting the gym.

Sigh…I have mentioned that I make bad food choices, right?

I was supposed to be off work today.  Not just today, but Monday also.  Since I have insanely busy, but mostly fun weekend plans, I chose to take next Friday and Monday off.  I was taking the time off to do some stuff around the house so I’d rather have the weekend in addition to those days off.  It seemed silly that I wouldn’t be able to continuously do stuff over the weekend, if I was on a roll and got extremely ambitious HA, you obviously don’t know me if you think that will actually happen. 

Man, it SUCKS working when you were supposed to be at home sleeping cleaning, and organizing and throwing stuff away and painting.

So, more on the weekend plans…unfortunately, this weekend can’t possibly live up to last weekend (I need to dedicate an entry to this all on it its own — it’s that worth it!).  But, it will be be great nonetheless. 

Tomorrow morning at an obscene time for a weekend I have to take Mango, the bald pickin’ pink chicken to the vet, again.  He’s still picking at his chest and legs. 

After that, I’m going to stop at my best friends house to see what a wonderful job her friend did with helping her decorate her house.  I’m hoping to maybe bribe ask him for some help as well.  That is, if he promises to pretend to not see the nasty disgusting carpeting we inherited when we bought the house 4+ years ago and haven’t quite gotten around to replacing.

Oh, and I also have to give a shout out to my bff.  She is graduating with her bachelor’s degree in social work in May and she was accepted into Graduate school.  What a long way she’s come from the days of ditching her freshman year college classes    I am SOOOOOOO very proud of her.  And, I can’t wait to throw her a kick-ass graduation party!  I love you Janie!

 

Then, Saturday evening, I’m driving to meet up with some coworker friends.  I love these girls.  They are my sanity some days.  I’m closer with 2 of them and there are days that if you were to overhear our conversation, you would think we actually hated each other.  We have that great, “let’s give each other a ton of shit” friendship.  Hopefully we don’t freak our other friend out 

*Sorry for the poor quality picture.  Obviously the person who took it, sucked at taking pictures.

On Sunday, the wedding festivities begin for our good friends E & J and I will be headed to E’s bridal shower.  I’m so excited for them!

As if that isn’t enough going on! 

My sister asked if my mom and I would come over, after the shower, and help her re-organize the furniture in her house.  Her wonderful husband is giving her some resistance and tells her to “leave the office alone.  Leave Guitar’s family joke that this is what they will be naming their first son room alone”.  So, with all of us there to play interior designer, he obviously can’t put up a fight, right? 

I’m tired after typing all that.  And, why did I not keep Monday as a vacation day?

To Wrap or Not to Wrap

My best friend and I are having a debate.  She called and asked me if she needed to wrap a shirt box that was decorated.  I told her yes.  She said no.  Now, I’m polling everyone that reads my blog.  What do you think?

My Birthday Extravaganza

I’ve blogged about my bff previously, and just how wonderful she is.  I also probably don’t give my husband enough credit as he is equally as wonderful.  I have a lot of history with these 2 people and I really can’t say enough good things about them.  I do not think I would be the person I am today, without them in my life.

Again this year, mother nature wasn’t smiling down on me for my birthday.  Around 5pm I got the call from my mom saying that she, her boyfriend, my brother, his girlfriend and my grandma weren’t going to be making it to dinner due to the weather.  Sigh…I do understand.  The weather was crap and on a good day, the drive would take them 70 minutes, at least.

To kickoff the festivities, Jane and her son came over, bearing gifts.  Have I already mentioned how much I adore them?    Well, it turns out that Jane forgot to bring some better shoes and only had ballet flat shoes.  In true Jane style, she fashioned garbage bags on her feet to prevent her shoes from getting soaked.

    

We normally don’t do gifts for each other, but for some reason, she felt the need to do so this year.  Since she was recently laid off (or according to her son, “fired, but they fired everyone”), she visited the re-gift store located in a closet at her mom’s house.  Since it was a need/want thing, Jane took the bottle of perfume for herself and gave me this:

    

Yep.  I am now the proud owner inflatable leg things.  To bad she couldn’t have given me these sooner, I could have let my dad borrow them while he was in the hospital.  It might have saved him a $500 a day if he didn’t have to use the ones they provided.  And as much as I laugh at love the gift, I do think Jay might try to steal them away from me…

         

I also recieved this years HOTTEST gift.  The 2007 we energies cookie book.  I’m not kidding and I know you’re jealous.  Jane had to drive all the way to Sturtevant, WI to pick up this baby.  I do not care how much begging and pleading you do, I’m not giving this gift up ok, I probably would.

At 5:30, I called my friend Erica to see if they were still planning on meeting us for dinner and they were.  Alas, an hour later, my mom called and said that Erica and crew; Jon (Erica’s fiance), Cheryl (Erica’s mom) and Mick (Cheryl’s boyfriend) were not going to be making it afterall.  I guess they started to head to Kenosha but the roads were slippery and they saw 4 accidents so they decided not to take any chances and turned around.

At this point, we decided to change our plans and went to a different restaurant for dinner and Jane’s son kept us laughing with his nostril entertainment.

    

After dinner, we ended up dropping Jane and her son off at our house and they drove back to her mom’s house.  She had some studying to do and we both knew it wouldn’t happen if they spent the night.  Jay and I decided to frequent our familiar corner bar for a drink or ten.  We weren’t originally planning on staying out for very long but our friends Danny and Chante called and said they were coming to meet us out.  You know it’s going to be a long night (or should I say a  painful morning?) when the first thing that happens upon them showing us is the ordering of a round of jager bombs.

As you can imagine, we had a fabulous evening and my camera captured some great pictures…and some even better self portraits.

              

And still better yet, a classic video of “Dancing Dan”.  I must warn you before you view this though.  Please do not watch this while drinking beverages of any sort.  There is a very good chance you will spit whatever you are drinking onto your computer screen while laughing.  Enjoy.

*I apologize for how dark the video is – it was taken with my digital camera.

All in all, thanks to my absolutely wonderful husband and friends, I had an awesome birthday.  This one will be remembed as one of my favorites.

How Old…

How old were you when you found out about Santa Clause?  If you have kids, how old were they when you told them about Santa Clause?  What did you tell your kids or how did you find out when you were a kid?

My best friend is struggling with this right now.  Her son, who is 8 years old, is quite curious and she doesn’t know how to handle it.  Last year she got “busted” with presents in her trunk.  She lied and said they were for a friend of hers.  This year he said something about why were she and grandma under the tree last year, putting down presents.  She lied, again, and said that they were putting down presents that they gave to other people.

 So…is 8 years old too young to hear the truth?  If not, how do you tell an 8 year old without ruining the surprise for other kids (i.e. classmates) that may not yet know?

BFF Stuff

Wow, I’m just full of words today (or maybe it’s because I’m not feeling overly motivated the day before Thanksgiving?)

Let’s talk about my best friend, Jane.

Who, if she ever reads my blog, may not be my best friend anymore because she’ll probably KILL me for posting pictures of her  :)

She lives in the Milwaukee area and I don’t get to see her very often.  I have been friends with her since 9th grade.  Yeah, we’ve had our ups and downs but I do not know what I would do if she were not in my life.  She is my person, my purple aardvark. 

Each day, I am blessed to know such a wonderful person.  She amazes me day in and day out and is probably one of the very few people I can say that I idolize.  She is one of those people that everyone could stand to learn a lot from.  Next to my mom, she is the world’s best mother to an absolutely amazing child (who, btw, is ours if something happens to her).  She goes to school full-time, has a full-time internship and up until very recently, worked full-time.  I don’t know how she does it.  I think my life is busy and chaotic and can’t even imagine how she makes it through her days.  I wish she lived closer so that we could help her more but I try to do what I can (which admittedly, isn’t much).

On the way to work this morning, we were chatting on the phone and she said “I have to decide whether to come down to K-town tonight or tomorrow morning”.  My INSTANT reply was “come down tonight, ask your mom to babysit and then we can go out”.  SUCCESS.  Her mom agreed.  I am so very excited.  It has been months since I’ve seen her and she doesn’t get much time for non-mom things so it’s a win-win situation.  We (meaning Jay and I) get to spend time with our crazy and wonderful friend Jane and she gets a night off to have fun, relax and not have to be a mom for a few hours.  Not to mention, it doesn’t get much better than to spend an evening with Jay and I!  (I kid, I kid.  Well, not really).