Vacation recap and other non-sense

Kirk and I just finished up our "business" trip to Arizona and it was absolutely amazing and first class all the way. JW Marriott Desert Ridge outdid themselves and the jazz fest was so much fun. Everything about that trip was fun - from the hummer tour to the lazy river, to thinking we saw a dead man in the lazy river and to the F-O-O-D. Holy God was I in heaven. Filet mignon and a poached egg for breakfast?? Don’t mind if I do! A seafood BLT...SEAFOOD BLT!?! Oh my goodness it was to die for. Everything was top notch and luckily by the grace of something...the food God perhaps, I didn't gain any weight. Never the less, I am cleansing myself this week and going paleo.



The one thing that truly sucks about a vacation ending is realizing you'll have to make your own bed and cook your own food. And there is no hospitality suite stocked with beer, wine, food, desserts 24x7. Humph! : (


I would post pics but I already did on FB, so I really don’t need to splatter that many pics of myself.


On a completely off-subject topic, I made/ate "mashed potatoes" for the first time yesterday. And when I say, potatoes, I mean cauliflower and it was darn good. Super good. SO good that I'm determined when Kirk and I start multiplying in a couple years I will forever trick my kids to thinking its the real deal, thus sneaking in some veggies AND keeping my waist line down. That’s what corporate calls a "win-win."  I will test my theory on the Mr. Toren himself as the girls will be way to smart for that and give me dirty looks.  Although Toren drinks water out of a water bottle...and eats everything in sight, literally...at the age of 6 month.  I dont think he'd give a darn what he was eating as long as that belly was getting stuffed.  He's so....so...rugged.  Rugged and Irish.

Bugs!

So I have a personal/gross confession. Some little critter decided to hop in my bed in the middle of the night and nibble the crap out of my lower bum bum! I woke up this morning and was looking at the battle wounds...thinking about how my trip to AZ come Thursday just got a whole lot less attractive seeing I'll be frocking around in a bikini with a bitten lower bum/upper thigh. Its like high enough to not be the leg but low enough that it will show through a bikini bottom. What am I even talking about...lets get real, who cares. I haven't bared just a bikini bottom in years. I have my mom to blame for that awesome gene.



But it does still piss me off considering I just washed my sheets two days ago...TWICE! The first time I realized I was still on the small load from something previous, so I stripped the sheets again and re-washed. Now, I have to wash again for fear its stuck in the bed some place. I did give Chico the eye, wondering if my sweet...little...itty...bitty cuddle buddy could be the culprit of all of this, but refused to believe it. I did give him another flea/tick tube just in case and sent him on his marry way to Teta's for the day.

Blame it on the rain?

Here are my interests for today: nothing.
Fourth day of rain, and I don’t mind it but here's what’s really has me taken back. I went to Happy Hour last night and had two beers in three hours. TWO beers. I was snoring by 9pm. Now, if I didn't know any better and as much as I'd like to blame it on the weather, I "feel" the drinks I had last night. Yes, I feel slightly...hung-over. I know what some may be thinking. "Come on Magie, you drink Whiskey like water come Saturday" and this may ring true a bit. Except every other day, I’m straight as an arrow. I've never have been that type to come home and enjoy a glass of wine with dinner. So I think my body is trained to be strict during the week and I broke that routine. And now I'm paying the price. Man. Almost 30 yrs old and hung-over on 2 lousy beers. What happened to me?!


And another thing….I think I’m going to hang my whiskey hat to dry for a bit. Mainly because it is true...I can sip it all day/night and that’s just weird. And not right. I mean, I am a girl after all. So I'm trading it in for my beloved red wine. Plus, the weather is changing, so let’s face the fact...that’s REALLY why I'm making the change. Summer = rowdy whiskey nights. Winter = mellow giggles while sipping on a cab. However I have a million dollar idea that I must create somehow. I want to create a toothpaste or clear gel you put on your teeth before red wine that completely eliminates the dead giveaway you've been drinking. Because slightly grey/purple teeth just don't make good for pictures. Or conversations.
Now that I've put my idea out there...dated, on this blog....if anyone of you steal my idea I will sue the $hit out of you once you become mildly successful.

Beauty

I wanted to do a witty blog for our previous weekend which required pictures taken. but ALAS, I have not seem to have downloaded them yet, so I'll blog about that later. Out of order. No, I will not give up on my cute blog idea...even if it is so long ago that it no longer makes sense.



So now I will move on to more pointless topics. I got bangs again people. I got it. Hated it...sorta liked it, remembered all the difficulties that go with them (sweaty workouts people) and now I'm in-between. I sorta like them. Hate the up keep, but have been reminded I should do that (up keep) more often. Yes, when I wake up at 6, I’m too lazy to do my hair. No, I take it back. I'm not. While it does take me 20 minutes or so to blow dry my hair straight (hate the results of flat irons, despite how quick it is), I would do this....if it wasn't for one thing. I work out...all the time. I sweat. When I blow dry my hair, I expect a minimum of 2 days without a wash, and I am so lucky enough to not get/have greasy hair! But with my workouts, I'd have to wash daily. And that doesn't even bother me so much as the amount of damage I'd do to my hair over time....and spit-ends freak me out and make me want to gag. I have an irrational fear of spilt ends and would be obsessed if I saw them in my locks. But i have been actually doing my hair this week for work...which is no biggie for me, as I see my styled hair every weekend. I actually clean up nice believe it or not! When I take the time. But apparently this is new for my fellow colleagues. As several have made comments..."oh wow! You look...you look so different" which is when I have to shrewdly respond with "yeeeahhh..I actually did my hair today....and yes I'm wearing make-up too."


OK, so maybe I’m no natural beauty and its takes a little finesse!!

Mother of two

My sister is out of town visiting her husband's family in Ireland for two weeks and left me to Denver duties.  To all who don't know Denver, let me introduce you:

He ain't little...to say the least.  But he is a gentle giant...and Chico takes full advantage of this.  Not only is Chico known to rape Denver, but lately...he's been a down right A-hole to him.  Chico will waltz over to Denver's food bowl, putting his tiny head in this huge bowl eating dried kibble that he would NEVER eat if only the fact its not his...and if Denver dare comes near...his OWN food bowl, man does he get a yelling, growling, face bite attempts from Chico.  This huge dog shudders at Chico.  Its insane.  He could blow on Chico and win, but he remains calm.  But heaven forbid Denver even puts a paw near Chico, Chico goes literally screaming/crying as if he's been eaten alive. 

What's worse is Kirk and I are on to the real troublemaker, so every time Chico attempts to get Denver in trouble by acting like he's been hurt, we scold Chico.  The look on his face is priceless..."you mean, you're not going to beat this huge dog that had the nerve to look my direction?!"

So as of Saturday, Chico is not a huge fan of me...or Kirk...or Denver.  Needless to say, its been "peaceful" in our household lately.  Between Denver's huff's and Chico's loud pitch squeal's, its just been a joy. Really.

Just 7 more days to go!!

Wow

So apparently I have God like qualities.  After writing that stern email to CA about the weather, my wish was granted...for that weekend at least.  Oh yes, I had my semi-fall weather.  It was cool, cloudy and it even drizzled a bit!  I loved it and appreciated my fall decor that much more.

Friday was my usual.  Toren came over..a little later than usual.  That meant I had to feed him.  Kirk wasn't home at the time, and I was alone...so as I was making his food...I wore a baby bjorn with his chubby body stuffed in it for the first time.  Weird.  I'd try to wash a dish, but then realize he was closer to the sink than I was.  After a few bites of spinach, I did the typical "this isn't my baby, and I want him to like me the most" thing and  said to hell with dinner and skipped straight to dessert.  If that doesn't put me in first place, I don't know what will.  I tested out my new camera (thanks to my awesome fiance) on Toren, which was the highlight of his night.  The boy loves himself.  A lot.  The more pictures of him, the better in his opinion.  And in mine as well.

On Saturday after my Daily Method workout I came home fully expecting to go to Octoberfest for a bit with Kirk.  But then he had another suggestion that was music to my ears...."How about we make the headboard instead?" O.M.G.  The headboard.  The headboard I have been asking...hell, begging Kirk to make for over two years.  In disbelief and not knowing if this was all a hoax, I quickly said yes before minds were changed.  One afternoon.  Kirk working hard.  Me sitting on my arse watching and it was done.  He did give me the chance to help and asked  if I wanted to paint...but then I reminded him of our night he gave me a canvas and it turned out worse than my nieces paintings.  Like a lot worse.  The end result.  A beautiful/colorful masterpiece just like I've always wanted: 

Yes, that's chico in the background. and yes, its made for a King size bed as we plan to upgrade soon.  So my new bedding/curtains colors are TBD, but there it is.  Not only did my fiance buy me my Panasonic Lumix DMC-LX5 point and shoot camera...he also made my headboard.  All in the same week.  It was Christmas in September.  I loved it.  Cheers to every week being this spoiled!  Lets go for round two...mommy wants a new pair of boots!!

A letter to CA

You listen here California weather.  Fall starts tomorrow, and I have already put out my cute new turkey's:

I also have my beautiful fall leaf tea light candle holders.....and my utterly pathetic fall wreath that just consists of a wooden wreath with a huge fall bow...that I BOUGHT from Beverly's because I don't know how to make fancy bows!  God I disappoint myself sometimes.
I also have my fall centerpiece bunch for the coffee table and all of this seems in vain when its a MILLION degrees outside!
So get with it California.  I'm friggin' sweltering over here trying to shop for fall boots, and you're making my home decor seem very....very....stupid!  I want crisp cool air.  I want changing leaves and I want to buy my mum plants and have them last more than 4 days unlike last year!  I want pumpkins too, but I don't want to shop for them in shorts and a tank.
That's it for now - but you better not piss me off more by throwing in that weird thunder storm like you did the other week.
Thank you and good bye.