Wednesday, December 29, 2010

MERRRRYYYYYY Christmas!!

Hi Peeps,
How was your Christmas? I'm seriously waiting to get my sh*t together to post an appropriate Christmas blog.. complete with pics and more pics. I think I need to find another blogging website or whatever they're called to help me with my pictures.. so I can fill the page better.. this is me just thinking out loud here.

I found a new blog to inspire me.. The Daybook.. at tandsdaybook.blogspot.com go check Sydney (and husband, Tyson) out.

Tonight, we're going to a parrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr-tay!! The hosts are Lynn and Steve. Lynn is one of my mom's best friends. I'm so looking forward to this!

You've got to see what my mom just emailed me.. in regards to said party..

"Just talked to Lynnie, she hired a valet, so I wouldn’t have to worry about my shoes! Isn’t she great! Oh maybe it’s because of the rain? JK – she said it was for my shoes!"

I'm pretty sure it's for mom's shoes.. who's jealous?

Here's a pic of me on Christmas Eve.. hopefully it will serve as a cliffhanger for you!

Opening umbrellas inside on Christmas Eve can only mean one thing.. MORE PRESENTS!

See ya soon.

Monday, December 20, 2010

Forgotten Trip to Iowa?

What the H-E-Double Hockey Sticks is my problem? I had an amazing weekend (two weeks ago) in Iowa with my mom and I haven't even blogged about it yet! Talk about, LAME. Perhaps I was waiting until I uploaded the four pictures I captured.. yeah that's it.. and no, I haven't done that either..

Any who, my weekend.. in words..

So, Mom and I drove up on a Friday.. after work.. we took our dear sweetlittlebabyJesus time. Stopping every couple of hours to use the girls' room and get a soda.. the usual. Arriving to our final destination well before midnight.. HIGH FIVE!!

The temperature dropped to 4, and the rain started early Saturday morning, leaving the whole state (and north, I presume) rather icy.. then around 7:45am, snow began to fall! I love snow! I don't care how cold it is or how much I complain about it, I LOVE IT. Emily and my Aunt met up with us at the hotel, followed by Tab and David.. after gathering the troops, we made our way to the greatest lunch-ery in all of West Des Moines, IA.. Palmer's Deli! Just as we're finishing lunch, the blizzard is beginning. That's right. BLIZZARD. Whenever I was out in the blizzard, which was more often than you might think.. I had my eyes closed, but I bet it looked like a a big, fat, cold, snowy tornado.

We barely got through 1/4 of the mall, but were pretty successful with our Christmas shopping! We enjoyed a late dinner at the coolest sports bar in town.. minus the UFC fight.. Sure, I'll have a Chicken Cesar Salad and a bloody ear. VOM.

Sunday, the blizzard had ended, and the sun was out! Still windy, still cold, still slick.. Yours truly had a very special baptism to attend.. as I was becoming a Godmother.. Sunday evening was spent at Emily's very humble abode. She was excited to show us her Christmas tree!! And rightfully so, it's GORGE!! All five us (Em's hubby-to-be was a crucial member of girl's weekend.. we don't discriminate) teamed up to finish Emily's new kitchen chairs.. I don't have a picture, so only us fab five will know what I'm talking about.

Mom and I drove back Monday morning.. only got lost twice :)

I have reason to believe this will become an every December sort of thing.. Can't wait till December 2011!!

This is the only pic I have.. because it was on my phone.

This is my totally precious Godson..
He's afraid/very intrigued by the flash on my Blackberry Bold 9700 ;)
It was so wonderful to see all sides of my family!

Tuesday, December 14, 2010

Jan. 1 is in like 3 weeks! BREAKING NEWS!

Because 2011 is right around the corner, and most of us will be making New Year's Resolutions that we may or may not keep.. I thought this email chain (Sent to yours truly by THE Mary Lou Retton Rybicki) would be very fitting.. and then remind me to tell you a story..

A WOMAN'S WEEK AT THE GYM
If you read this without laughing out loud, there is something wrong with you. This is dedicated to everyone who ever attempted to get into a regular workout routine. (For reals, and that's part of the email, I didn't say it..)

Dear Diary,
For my birthday this year, my Husband (the dear) purchased a week of personal training at the local health club for me. Although, I am still in great shape since being a high school football cheerleader 43 years ago, I decided it would be a good idea to go ahead and give it a try. I called the club and made my reservations with a personal trainer named Christo, who identified himself as a 26-year-old aerobics instructor and model for athletic clothing and swim wear.

My husband seemed pleased with my enthusiasm to get started! The club encouraged me to keep a diary to chart my progress.
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MONDAY:
Started my day at 6:00 a.m. Tough to get out of bed, but found it was well worth it when I arrived at the health club to find Christo waiting for me. He is something of a Greek god - with blond hair, dancing eyes and a dazzling white smile. Woo Hoo!!

Christo gave me a tour and showed me the machines. I enjoyed watching the skillful way in which he conducted his aerobics class after my workout today. Very inspiring!

Christo was encouraging as I did my sit-ups, although my gut was already aching from holding it in the whole time he was around. This is going to be a FANTASTIC week-!!
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TUESDAY:
I drank a whole pot of coffee, but I finally made it out the door. Christo made me lie on my back and push a heavy iron bar into the air, then he put weights on it! My legs were a little wobbly on the treadmill, but I made the full mile. His rewarding smile made it all worthwhile. I feel GREAT-!! It's a whole new life for me.
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WEDNESDAY:
The only way I can brush my teeth is by laying the toothbrush on the counter and moving my mouth back and forth over it. I believe I have a hernia in both pectorals. Driving was OK as long as I didn't try to steer or stop. I parked on top of a GEO in the club parking lot.

Christo was impatient with me, insisting that my screams bothered other club members. His voice is a little too perky for that early in the morning and when he scolds, he gets this nasally whine that is VERY annoying.

My chest hurt when I got on the treadmill, so Christo put me on the stair monster... Why the hell would anyone invent a machine to simulate an activity rendered obsolete by elevators? Christo told me it would help me get in shape and enjoy life. He said some other shit too.
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THURSDAY:
Asshole was waiting for me with his vampire-like teeth exposed as his thin, cruel lips were pulled back in a full snarl. I couldn't help being a half an hour late - it took me that long to tie my shoes.

He took me to work out with dumbbells. When he was not looking, I ran and hid in the restroom. He sent some skinny bitch to find me.

Then, as punishment, he put me on the rowing machine -- which I sank.
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FRIDAY:
I hate that bastard Christo more than any human being has ever hated any other human being in the history of the world. Stupid, skinny, anemic, anorexic little aerobic instructor. If there was a part of my body I could move without unbearable pain, I would beat him with it.

Christo wanted me to work on my triceps.. I don't have any triceps! And if you don't want dents in the floor, don't hand me the damn barbells or anything that weighs more than a sandwich.
The treadmill flung me off and I landed on a health and nutrition teacher. Why couldn't it have been someone softer, like the drama coach or the choir director?
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SATURDAY:
Satan left a message on my answering machine in his grating, shrilly voice wondering why I did not show up today. Just hearing his voice made me want to smash the machine with my planner; however, I lacked the strength to even use the TV remote and ended up catching eleven straight hours of the Weather Channel.
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SUNDAY:
I'm having the Church van pick me up for services today so I can go and thank GOD that this week is over. I will also pray that next year my husband will choose a gift for me that is fun -- like a root canal or a hysterectomy. I still say if God had wanted me to bend over, he would have sprinkled the floor with diamonds!!!

Are you laughing out loud and/or peeing your pants?????????????
Ok, my turn.
Has anyone seen the email with two houses.. one with loads of Christmas lights and the other with a lighted "Ditto" above an arrow.. pointing at the borderline fire hazard/house?? Well, Wessie and I saw it in REAL LIFE last night! If you live in my 'hood.. check out these neighbors off Ladue Rd. East of Mason and West of 270. You'll get a big kick out of it.

Wednesday, December 8, 2010

Will You Marry Me, Tim Riggins? If Not, It's Ok. Tiger Is Single.

While we all know Tiger Woods tops my chart.. Tim Riggins is a close #2.. I like to think the Friday Night Lights Tim and the Tim in real life (Taylor Kitsch) are the same people.. so I'll just stick to calling him Tim Riggins for now.

I was eating my sugar doughnut, when I got an email from WORLD'S BEST MOM. She found me an article and a new twitterer tweeter twitterer to follow, Zap2it.. I got some super great news.. well, more like dece news.. about my fav TV drama, 'FRIDAY NIGHT LIGHTS.' Mom would agree, we already knew what Zap2it tweeted. But, we were reminded that we haven't heard any deets on the show. We know that the Direct TVers have been watching Season 5 (the final season..) since Oct. Well, LA-DEE-DA for you.  However, still no word of when Season 5 comes to whatever we have. I do know it's 13 long (but not long enough) episodes. And only a couple of familiar faces.. I won't hold my breath for Tim Riggins, as he is in jail. I HOPE YOU'RE HAVING A REAL NICE TIME WITH YOUR STRIPPER WIFE AND SON, BILLY! QB 1 (Matt Saracen) is in Chicago with best friend and funny man, Landry.. Vince may not even be around, he's been seen in 'Parenthood.' Who watches that? I love it. Mostly because of Lorelai Gilmore.

Happy Hump Day!

Monday, December 6, 2010

St. Nick's Day

Happy St. Nick's Day!

We've celebrated at our house for as long as I can remember! Not familiar with St. Nick's Day??? I'll fill you in.

St. Nick, "Everyone's Saint," patron saint of children and sailors, brides, the hungry, etc (Seriously, he's the patron saint of more causes than any other saint.) Anyway, Saint Nicholas (4th Century Greek Christian Bishop) had a reputation of secret gift-giving.. such has leaving gold coins in shoes (LIGHT BULB?).. Furthermore, becoming the model for.. say it with me.. SANTA CLAUS!!!!

St. Nick's feast day is Dec. 6th. So, on the night of Dec. 5th, leave your shoes outside your bedroom door, go to sleep with your fingers crossed (that's not really part of the tradition), and when you wake up.. PRESENTS!!!


Scarf, embellished t, skivvies, Glee 4.. THANK YOU ST. NICK!

19 Days till CHRISTMAS!!

Friday, December 3, 2010

T.G.I.F.. And I Really Mean It This Time!!!

Maybe I'm still Thanksgiving-lagged.. but.. while this week has gone by pretty darn fast, I'm painfully pooped.

Last night, my bf took me to see "Unstoppable." Otherwise known as, "The New Denzel Movie." I love Denzel! I totally recommend "The New Denzel Movie." A-MAZE-ZING! Chris Pine is in it, too.. he's not so terrible to look at either.

Looking forward to the 2010 Frostbite Open and NORDYNE holiday party this weekend. It's at HOME. Don't be confused with "my house", HOME is a Vegas-y, New York-y nightclub.. boasting the revolutionizing of nightlife in the midwest. With celebrity guests and star DJs. Kim Kardashian and Paris even made an appearance.. and I was there New Years Eve 2007/2008 (Shout out to TReedy13!).. the Miss America who had the coke problem/addiction/but didn't really do it was our host. Yippity-do-dah. There's only one problem, HOME closed in August.. to the public. It stays open for private parties, like OURS. Booyah! Actually I'm really just looking forward to wearing these.

You're welcome.


AND Tiger is leading the 2010 Chevron World Challenge! That's the last time Ian Poulter calls MY boyfriend "#2"

Happy Friday!