Friday, March 28, 2008
Thursday, March 27, 2008
Birthday wishes to me. Uneventful, unsatisfying, underrated. Unhappy. Very very unhappy.
Thanks for the cards for those who remembered. All two of you. I did get a few e cards. That was nice.
I long for the days of YORE. Cake and ice cream clowns and balloons. Except I can't eat ice cream because I am lactose intolerant and clowns scare the crap out of me.
Whatever. It is over, I am 38 Yippee skippy.
Sunday, March 23, 2008
We spent Easter Sunday like the good Jews we are and went to my parents house for a bagel and lox brunch. We had mimosas and then went to the patio to play Texas Hold Em with Nevada Slick, Texas tatum, Jammin Juggs and Brooklyn Barry. A good time was had by all.
Nevada Slim with her pot and sunglasses to hide her way obvious tells
Brooklyn Barry, Nevada Slim and Tex Tatum watch for the flop right before Jammin Juggs knocked Texas Tatum out of the game. (Jammin Juggs is not pictured)
Lin Lin and Uniqua Tatum played War.
Saturday, March 22, 2008
Monday, March 17, 2008
Thursday, March 13, 2008
Geesh it has been a month of Tuesdays since I have written. Nuttin new.
We are not going to Texas in April like we plan every year. It has been a complete bummer and the kids are crushed. It just isn't a very good time to go anywhere right now.
Jeff and I celebrated 13 years of marriage on Tuesday. I know.. long time. Especially in Vegas. We went to breakfast and gazed into each others eyes for a solid 18 seconds. So romantic.
Emma lost another tooth.
Alyssa wants to be a SK8 TER GRL
I am on the rag and puffy
Jeff is a tortured soul but still manages to have enough energy to clean out his bobcat skulls.
Monday, March 3, 2008
I used to be so spontaneous. When I was a teen and in my 20's, Stace and I used to be so spontaneous. So radical so fun and crazy. Now, not so much. I have these here kids that I gotta take care of, not that I mind but it kind of puts a dent in the "lets run off to Cali" idea.
Las Vegas is one of the most exciting cities in the world. If you live here long enough you get familiar with the word, "comp" A comp is a COMPlimentary ticket or meal, or drink or whatever makes Las Vegas exciting. It is a word I grew up with being a Vegas kid and having "interesting" relatives that dealt with a lot of "interesting" Vegas people.
But enough about that. Lets go back to being spontaneous or the lack thereof. My friend Abbe, has a teacher friend who is a moonlighting Bobbie at the Beatles Love show. A Bobbie is a British cop but in this case an usher. She occasionally gets tickets for the show and usually calls Abbe. Abbe has asked me to go about 200 times and something has always "come up" I know what they were.. excuses. I always said no and she was bummed but before she even hung up she managed to find someone else to go because these were hot tickets. So last night at 6 PM she made one last attempt. She said she had em, it started in an hour if I wasn't going she was asking someone else. And most likely tearing the garment. But I stunned her and myself and said I was going. Jeff had just come home from a 73 + hour shift and believe me, I was ready to say no again because I didn't want him to have to deal with the kids, but I went anyway, That's right, I went anyway. I wear the pants in the family. (So after he said I could go....) I went.
It was magical. I used that word a lot. But it really was. I think that you have to be a true Beatles fan to enjoy it but maybe that is because I am. I am a die hard fan and the show kind of interpreted the song meanings through Cirque Du Soliel dancers and acrobats.
So thank you Abbe. Thank you for dragging my ass out to a wonderful show on a Sunday at 7. And thank you for the commemorative cup filled with Margarita goodness that I nursed through the entire show when I really wanted to suck that puppy down. It sits in my freezer in the tupperware waiting patiently for Google Friday.*
* Google Friday is when I sit with a box of wine and look up everyone I have ever known through Google. Alcohol helps because it numbs that fact that it is sad and pitiful to cyber stalk people in your past when you really have no intentions of ever talking to them again. You just want to assure yourself that their life is as depressing or more than yours.