I prepared my elixir early this morning. I made two chai tea lattes and put them in the freezer so I could pour them into my sippy cup before I left for work. Wouldn’t you know it, I left my sippy cup on the counter, and now I have no morning elixir.
Ever wear something more than once before you wash it? That’s the name of the game for me. I put a sweater on this morning, and when I got to work, I saw that there is melted chocolate on the sleeve. You know how that happens, don’t you? Yup, you’re eating a dark chocolate bar after dinner, and the little slivers of chocolate sometimes break off into your lap (or sleeve). You try to brush all of the crumbs/slivers off, but sometimes there is a rogue sliver of chocolate, that when it melts, it becomes a huge chocolate mess on the sleeve of your sweater.
And last, but not least, I forgot to put on freaking deodorant before I left the house.
It’s one of those things where as I am leaving the condo and closing the door, I say to myself “Am I forgetting anything?” And I answer, “What could you possibly forget? You’re golden, woman!”
Yeah, I’m so golden that my pits stink, and I dying for some chai tea latte.
Friday, October 28, 2011
Tuesday, October 25, 2011
Is this heaven? No, it's Little Compton
Is this heaven? No, it’s Little Compton
I have just returned from a fabulous weekend getaway with 7 other women. This is where we stayed:
We rented an oceanfront house in Rhode Island, and had the time of our lives. As you can see, the house is A-mazing. There were six fantastic bedrooms, and we estimated about 7,000 square feet of space. Sitting on the deck was one of my favorite things to do. The sound of the ocean is intoxicating.
Our first night, the eight of us sat around in our pajamas drinking wine and eating. Tracy and I really wanted to play charades, but no one else was really game. We decided to split into two teams, and Tracy and I would do all of the acting, and our respective teams only had to do the guessing. Well, guess what happened? The girls saw how much fun it was, and almost everyone ended up participating.
We also had a little mishap with the fireplace and set the fire alarm off; the owner of the house and to come and rescue us. While he was there, we learned that Richard Gere has stayed in that house. Julie is now able to say that she and Richard Gere have slept in the same bed.
These are the empties from night #1.
We kept a notebook of quotes over the weekend. No, they weren’t inspirational quotes or anything like that. Our notebook was filled with the silly shit that came out of our mouths all weekend long. With a bunch of silly girls, and a lot of wine, I laughed my ass off this weekend.
On Friday, some of us went to the spa, some went to the winery, and some just stayed at home and enjoyed the house. That evening, we had reservations for a fancy restaurant, and Susan gave a beautiful toast that had most of us tearing up.
Saturday, we drove into Newport for sightseeing and a bit of shopping. Saturday night was our night to cook dinner. We were paired up, and each pair was to prepare a course. Poor Aimee got stuck with me for the dessert course. I was great a holding the hair out of her face, but other than that, I was not much help in the kitchen. Actually, I was rocking it in the kitchen. Anytime someone needed something from a high cabinet, I was all over it! They would have been lost in the kitchen without me.
Our table was beautifully decorated with the empty wine bottles from our previous evenings.
After dinner, we went upstairs to the deck and had a champagne toast by the fire.
Sunday morning, a few of the girls had to wake up REALLY early to get to the airport. The rest of us had a leisurely morning, and were very sad to leave our house.
It doesn’t get much better than this. I can definitely say it was a trip of a lifetime.
I have just returned from a fabulous weekend getaway with 7 other women. This is where we stayed:
We rented an oceanfront house in Rhode Island, and had the time of our lives. As you can see, the house is A-mazing. There were six fantastic bedrooms, and we estimated about 7,000 square feet of space. Sitting on the deck was one of my favorite things to do. The sound of the ocean is intoxicating.
Our first night, the eight of us sat around in our pajamas drinking wine and eating. Tracy and I really wanted to play charades, but no one else was really game. We decided to split into two teams, and Tracy and I would do all of the acting, and our respective teams only had to do the guessing. Well, guess what happened? The girls saw how much fun it was, and almost everyone ended up participating.
We also had a little mishap with the fireplace and set the fire alarm off; the owner of the house and to come and rescue us. While he was there, we learned that Richard Gere has stayed in that house. Julie is now able to say that she and Richard Gere have slept in the same bed.
These are the empties from night #1.
We kept a notebook of quotes over the weekend. No, they weren’t inspirational quotes or anything like that. Our notebook was filled with the silly shit that came out of our mouths all weekend long. With a bunch of silly girls, and a lot of wine, I laughed my ass off this weekend.
On Friday, some of us went to the spa, some went to the winery, and some just stayed at home and enjoyed the house. That evening, we had reservations for a fancy restaurant, and Susan gave a beautiful toast that had most of us tearing up.
Saturday, we drove into Newport for sightseeing and a bit of shopping. Saturday night was our night to cook dinner. We were paired up, and each pair was to prepare a course. Poor Aimee got stuck with me for the dessert course. I was great a holding the hair out of her face, but other than that, I was not much help in the kitchen. Actually, I was rocking it in the kitchen. Anytime someone needed something from a high cabinet, I was all over it! They would have been lost in the kitchen without me.
Our table was beautifully decorated with the empty wine bottles from our previous evenings.
After dinner, we went upstairs to the deck and had a champagne toast by the fire.
Sunday morning, a few of the girls had to wake up REALLY early to get to the airport. The rest of us had a leisurely morning, and were very sad to leave our house.
It doesn’t get much better than this. I can definitely say it was a trip of a lifetime.
Monday, October 3, 2011
Monday, Monday
It’s only 9am, and I feel like I’ve been through the ringer. I woke up a little bit late this morning, so that meant only a 20 minute workout. Well, that’s fine, it’s better than nothing, right? I go to the bathroom, flush, and out comes all kinds of water. I kind of stand there in amazement: Wow, I’ve never seen water this deep outside of the bathtub before. By this time, my feet are wet, and I grab the plunger and get to work. The toilet flushes successfully, but the damage is already done. There’s a lot of water on the bathroom floor. I go to the closet to grab the rags and realize, shit, all that purging of stuff I didn’t need meant I threw away a lot of old towels and rags. Grrrrrr. I do the best with what I can find, and all the while yelling at the dog that now is not the time and place to play tug-o-war with these wet pee-pee towels. I call Ignacio at work and ask him if he took a hell of a dump this morning, and I can almost see him pumping out his chest, “Yes! Yes, I did.” Well, that explains why the toilet didn’t flush.
I just want to shower so I can wash my wet feet and get some shoes on before I clean the rest of the mess. Now I’m thinking I can stop at Target before work because I’m running early, and I’m feeling a little under the weather, and I really need some Emergen-C.
I finish getting ready, throw all the wet towels in the tub (I’ll go down to the laundry room after work to wash them all), I send out Ruby the Roomba to vacuum while I am doing my thing. Yes! The house is shaping up (other than a pile of soaking wet pee pee towels in the bathtub).
I am ready to leave; I just need to make my chai green tea with honey into my travel mug before I go. I really need a big one this morning because of how ‘crappy’ the morning has been. Ahhh shit, there is only ONE of my very favorite K-cups of chai green tea left. Ok well, this one is going to make feel warm and cozy once I get to work.
My purse is ready; I put my travel mug filled with my morning elixir into my ‘other’ bag. (The ‘other’ bag contains a couple of journals, mail to sort through, knitting projects, books, etc. Yes, the thing weighs a ton). I make it to the hallway and am ready to turn the doorknob, and I feel that my foot is wet again. The feeling of wet feet is so familiar from the bathroom incident. I swear my brain is working in slow motion today. I look down, and SON OF A BITCH! My travel mug was turned to “open” and my precious morning elixir has spilled all over my finish knitting projects, my mail, my books, my moleskin journal, my to-do journal, my Christmas gift and New Years resolution journal. Seriously? What does all of this spilt shit mean?
I don’t even have the money to buy a coke from the machine today to make up for my morning elixir. I’ve already stolen $1 out of the F-box for my weekly lottery ticket purchase. (Ignacio and I have started an F-box. We are trying to stop saying the “F” word, and whoever says it has to put a dollar in the F-box).
I’ve made it to work and have no morning elixir and I feel like crap. I wasn’t able to purchase the Emergen-C. I just looked in my drawers and found a bottle of DayQuil. There’s a fourth of a bottle left. Maybe if I take the whole bottle, I can just pass out for awhile and forget this morning ever happened. But then again, it’s freaking DayQuil, not NightQuil.
I just want to shower so I can wash my wet feet and get some shoes on before I clean the rest of the mess. Now I’m thinking I can stop at Target before work because I’m running early, and I’m feeling a little under the weather, and I really need some Emergen-C.
I finish getting ready, throw all the wet towels in the tub (I’ll go down to the laundry room after work to wash them all), I send out Ruby the Roomba to vacuum while I am doing my thing. Yes! The house is shaping up (other than a pile of soaking wet pee pee towels in the bathtub).
I am ready to leave; I just need to make my chai green tea with honey into my travel mug before I go. I really need a big one this morning because of how ‘crappy’ the morning has been. Ahhh shit, there is only ONE of my very favorite K-cups of chai green tea left. Ok well, this one is going to make feel warm and cozy once I get to work.
My purse is ready; I put my travel mug filled with my morning elixir into my ‘other’ bag. (The ‘other’ bag contains a couple of journals, mail to sort through, knitting projects, books, etc. Yes, the thing weighs a ton). I make it to the hallway and am ready to turn the doorknob, and I feel that my foot is wet again. The feeling of wet feet is so familiar from the bathroom incident. I swear my brain is working in slow motion today. I look down, and SON OF A BITCH! My travel mug was turned to “open” and my precious morning elixir has spilled all over my finish knitting projects, my mail, my books, my moleskin journal, my to-do journal, my Christmas gift and New Years resolution journal. Seriously? What does all of this spilt shit mean?
I don’t even have the money to buy a coke from the machine today to make up for my morning elixir. I’ve already stolen $1 out of the F-box for my weekly lottery ticket purchase. (Ignacio and I have started an F-box. We are trying to stop saying the “F” word, and whoever says it has to put a dollar in the F-box).
I’ve made it to work and have no morning elixir and I feel like crap. I wasn’t able to purchase the Emergen-C. I just looked in my drawers and found a bottle of DayQuil. There’s a fourth of a bottle left. Maybe if I take the whole bottle, I can just pass out for awhile and forget this morning ever happened. But then again, it’s freaking DayQuil, not NightQuil.
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)