Wednesday, February 23, 2011
What I didn’t tell you about is the small mishap I had while we were there. I would like to preface this story with two disclaimers:
#1: Sometimes, when you aren’t familiar with your surroundings, you tend to get turned around.
#2: It’s stories like these that make my husband rub his head and say, “why do you tell me these things?” However, he loves me just the same. I think.
While in Vegas, after a few cocktails, we went shopping. (By “we” I mean I shopped and the husband tagged along.) I found the most perfect, fabulous dress ever which was music to the husbands ears at this point – hello, there was gambling to be had. However, said dress was short and strapless which is fine in the summer, but in the dead of winter…well, let’s just say you may have mistaken me for Powder’s long lost sister. But whatever, the dress rocked and I wasn’t about to leave without it.
Enter my great idea for a spray tan. Brilliant, I know. Scheduled it at the salon in Encore, however the tan was actually at the Wynn.
I made my way to the salon at the Wynn. Logic tells me that since I made the appointment at the salon in Encore I will be gloriously tanned at the Salon at the Wynn. Makes sense, right? Right. At the Wynn salon they tell me that my appointment is actually at the Spa since they have private rooms and point me down the hall.
The point I’d like to make here is that as soon as I got off the elevator every window said SPA on it and I’m not much into details.
I walked down the hall, opened the big, glass door and announced that I was there for my 3:00 spray tan. To which the guy, in running pants and collared shirt, replies, “They can help you right there,” while pointing right outside the door I just walked through to a counter with girls dressed as though they work at a spa, are waiting on me. Probably wondering what in the hell I’m doing – IN THE GYM.
That’s right folks. I walked right by the desk, into the gym, to get my spray tan. One would think the TREADMILLS would give me a clue, but no, they didn’t do one thing to help in this expedition.
The upshot is that I gave the two people at the desk, IN THE GYM, a good laugh for at least a day or two. Maybe even a week. And once I found my way, I ended up with the best spray tan EVER.
My husband, well, I'm just thankful he thinks I'm cute.
Monday, February 14, 2011
Seriously, who’s kid is this? One part skeleton, one part Iron Man, a little mismatched cowboy and bug lover, all rolled into one.
He’s one hot mess but I wouldn’t haven’t him any other way.
Emmerson has her preschool Valentine’s Day party tomorrow and there is a slight chance I took this party a little too seriously.
I give you exhibit A:
That’s just a small portion of the 40 pieces of cheese I took the time to cut into hearts.
42 Oreo truffles. Although I’ll only be taking 41 to the party since I let the husband have a sample. What can I say, I’m nice like that.
Ridiculous? Perhaps. But I just couldn’t stop myself. Sue me.
Last week I was whisked away to Long Beach, CA. Okay, maybe whisked away isn’t exactly accurate…the husband had a trade show there and I tagged along. At any rate, while everyone at home was enduring temperatures below freezing, I was wearing open toed shoes and skirts. That was nice, until I got off the plane, with no coat, to 8 inches of snow. Welcome home!
Sadly, I forgot my camera. Luckily, my phone has one on it! Unfortunately, it isn’t great.
Leg room on the plane. LOVE it.
Grand Canyon. Our pilot rocked and gave us a show. That’s a bunch of water on the window, but if you can see past it, that the GC out the window. Yee haw!
View from our room.
Pool from our room. I did not subject anyone to my “Powder”-like state. I wasn’t looking for a lawsuit.
Driving for the important things: shopping.
The pirate ship we chartered. Just kidding. It’s the pirate ship we looked at from the pier.
Meeting Rocky Bleier.
And that, my friends, concludes this edition of my trip in pictures. I’m sorry the quality is poor, but when I upgraded my Palm-Pre to the Palm Pixie I was assured the camera quality was every bit as good.
Turns out, that was a bold face lie.
Wednesday, February 2, 2011
Let me just say that being stuck inside for two days does nothing for me, except make me eat more junk food than I usually do in two weeks. To only add fuel to the fire, I thought it was a good idea to make chocolate rolo cookies yesterday.
Listen folks, summer is just around the corner (the groundhog told us so and I trust that little rodent) and this girl is not going to eat herself out of her swimsuit. Well, as long as the weather cooperates and let’s us get out of the house tomorrow.
Most everyone I know celebrates snow days like they’re Christmas or something but I have to be honest, I just don’t like them. Mind you, there are days we might not actually go anywhere, but just the fact we can if we want to makes all the difference in the world to me. My kids, they like snow days because I let them eat lots of cookies, watch entirely too much TV and stay in their pajamas all day. What can I say, it’s a good excuse to slack off and I don’t feel guilty about it.
However, tomorrow is a new day. Sure, it’s going to be cold but today some kid shoveled my driveway for $25 so there’s a good chance we’ll leave the house. Maybe we’ll go to the library, or Hobby Lobby, or drive aimlessly around like we used to do in high school. The point is, I can get out of my driveway without getting stuck and I didn’t have to lift a finger. That’s $25 well spent.
Tuesday, February 1, 2011
Our trip to the zoo last week was lot’s of fun. I’m so glad we got to enjoy a couple of really nice, warm days before all of this snow business. We skipped the chimps so I have no horrifying stories to report on that end, which is probably a good thing. I don’t want our chimps getting a bad rap for enjoying the occasional squirrel every now and then.
Our treks around the zoo are usually slow going since no one has to go to the bathroom at the same time, rather in 15 minute intervals. Needless to say, we spent as much time in the bathrooms as we did visiting animals.
You know what I love about taking the kids to the zoo? It wears them out. And that makes me feel good. Because it means I’ve got them plenty of exercise and they’ve learned interesting facts about animals all day long. It has nothing to do with them actually being quiet and peaceful when we get home. It’s all about the education. Ahem.
I love our zoo. I think it’s one of the very best in the entire country. Never mind the fact I haven’t been to more than 3 other zoos in my life, it’s still one of the best. They are constantly renovating and adding new exhibits. I love how our community supports our zoo and are always so willing to participate in awesome zoo events like the Summer Concert Series, Zoobilee and Wet-N-Wild days.
My kids love hanging out with all the statues. I’m not sure what it means but every chance they got they wanted me to take a picture. Maybe in another life they were statues. Or maybe in their next lives that’s what they are going to be. Either way, I don’t see how this will work for them since they can’t sit still to save their lives.
My kids are weird. The end.