I love you more today than yesterday...but not half as much as tomorrow...

Happy 5th wedding anniversary, SuperHusband!!!

I LOVE YOU!

Today's title selection: More Today Than Yesterday - Spiral Staircase

I don't care what you (don't??) say anymore, this is my life...

No. Motivation. To. Blog.

I think this was probably due to the fact that I had a really busy weekend. Friday we had a derby "meet and greet" as part of a GLAAD event at the local lesbian watering hole (where, despite my mini and fishnets, I did not get ONE free drink! I told myself it was because I was too lipstick for the crowd. That was it, right??) . Then dinner with Cowboy and SuperHusband. SH went out with friends, but I wasn't able to because I had to work 40 minutes away at 7:45 AM the next morning. Yes...Saturday morning. That's one thing that sucks about working for a non-profit...they save money by having weekend meetings to avoid weekday corporate hotel rates.

Anyway, I went to sleep at a respectable 11:30pm, but was awoken from my Advil PM-induced slumber by SH, who informed me that the friends he went out with were in no condition to drive home so they were spending the night. No biggie...until 5:30AM when I was awoken again by a discussion of how the writers for the Sesame Street of our youth undoubtedly had access to a shitload of awesome hallucinogenic drugs. Now don't get me wrong...this is a conversation I would've loved to have participated in...at a decent hour. When I left for work, it was still going on.

So I worked, then we had a derby appearance at Harley Davidson, which was really fun. Sister and family came out and DoodleBug got to see his auntie on skates for the first time! Saturday night was our pre-bout party and, as usual, we closed the place down. After our Whataburger run, I was in bed at 4am.

Now, I know you all don't enjoy hearing about my day-to-day life, as evidence by your comments...my super-fun vacation post got a whopping ZERO comments, but the AVN awards are holding steady at four. So either I am really boring, or you guys are just really into porn.

I'm going to tell myself it's the latter....perverts.

Today's title selection: My Life - the Billy Joel

Why don’t we get drunk and…

This was our big Buffett weekend and, as usual, it was a blast. Cowboy, SuperHusband and I took the RV on Friday and were set up and ready for drinking – in a prime spot I might add – by 5pm. (We questioned the greatness of our location the next day, however, when we learned the chunky girls across from us couldn’t keep their shirts on…)

Our Friday night was pretty tame…although we stayed up much too late. We ended up playing RockBand until about 3am with some people a few RVs over. I sang Wanted Dead or Alive about 4 times. Poorly, I must add and, of course, extra loudly (ed: why is it you are always about 30 times louder after a few beers?).

Since we drank dinner on Friday (and aren't anywhere near 21 any more), we were hurting on Saturday morning. Thankfully, another RV-er, who watched the hockey game with us Friday night, came over and brought me a huge plate of eggs and potatoes. Oh. My. God. They were so freakin’ good (we paid him back in Bloody Marys). All of the people at Buffett are like that – share and share alike. It’s awesome (and one of the things that makes it so great).

Anyway, our group came throughout the early afternoon. We probably had about 35 or so friends from college, high school and others. It was awesome. We spent a lot of time catching up and, of course, cruising the parking lot. A few highlights:

1. We took random shots of rotgut tequila from strangers
2. Did several Jello shots ($1 each to support breast cancer awareness – genius!)
3. I saw the biggest pair of natural boobies I’d ever seen in my life (with a big ole tat around one nipple!)
4. We boarded a pirate ship
5. Danced with new friends
6. Saw way too many people dressed inappropriately (the guy in the blue speedo we see every year was there again…)
7. And drank. A lot.

Oh – I can’t forget that I FINALLY met TheProfessor’s new man, Red. He’s awesome, of course. And he drinks Budweiser, which you don’t see too often. That gave him a few bonus points right there. That, coupled with the fact that he is obviously crazy about my BFF makes him a winner in my book.

But the greatness doesn’t end there…It wasn’t until the concert that the absolute coolest part of the whole day occurred.

OK. If you’ve ever been to a Buffett concert, you know that throughout the day they film the parking lot shenanigans and play the best clips on the jumbotrons during one of the songs. Well guess who made it to the ‘tron this year? My very own SuperHusband!!!! They filmed him cooking sausages on the grill, doing his Aggie “Gig ‘em” thing. When it came on, I was SO excited I was screaming to everyone, “That’s my husband!!! Oh my God!!" He was at the very end and they stayed on his picture longer than the others. (Obviously because they could tell how cool he is!)

It’s kind of funny that of all of us, SH made the cut…he can’t stand Buffett (he does, however, enjoy drinking outside during the day and loves me a lot, so he goes with us). But at least we had one family representative up there!

So there you have it. Another great year with the Parrot Heads. Or as SuperHusband categorizes them...Deadheads with Money.

Home Sweet Home

Wed-cation '08 was an absolute blast. However, I will admit that after four straight days of drinking and sunning, I was ready to get home. It's hard work keeping up with SuperHusband and his friends. On the plus side, I did get to wear the super-cute dress that I got for a steal at Nordstrom Rack.

The photo doesn't do it justice (although cropping out SuperHusband and Cowboy makes me look skinny, which is awesome) - it has amazing beading at the top and is long and flowy at the bottom. Plus, it was regularly $399 and I got it for $99. Score!

Another plus is, that after years of soul-searching, I finally decided what I want to be when I grow up. My new career goal is to be a traveling English/grammar consultant for Mexican resorts. I'm a pretty good writer/editor (in my real-life...not so much in the blogosphere when I'm tired, having a cocktail, not caring...possibly all three). But let me tell you...these resorts need someone like me. It would lend so much more credibility to the establishment. Plus I could wear flip flops to work, buy cheap sterling silver jewelry on my lunch break and have maid service during my stay. Not a bad gig.

I decided this would be a good career choice for me after seeing all of the hilarious misuses of the English language during our stay. I know, I know...it's Mexico. Whatever. I guarantee most of their revenue comes from the English-speaking traveler (well, except for that 70-year-old guy in the speedo and his wife in the thong...you know the ones). But you get the picture.

Anyway, I don't recall most of the examples (the cocktails, you know), however, here are a few of my favorites:

On the menu: Swizz cheese, peckels
Activities: "Your chance to be a really American Idol," riffle shooting

I am one of those people who is amused by such things...so I guess it would suck for all those like me who come to Mexico expecting some Engrish-type humor. They'll have to resort to being entertained by such mundane things as the antics of other guests (ex. SuperHusband trying to be a really American Idol by singing the Carpenters). Still, I think I've found my calling.

I just need to remember to stay away from the swizz cheese. It totally sucked.

Oh, Mexico...sounds so sweet with the sun sinking low...

Tomorrow is our big Mexico trip. I'm finally excited (after months of bitching about the fact that we are paying an ungodly amount of money just to go to Mexico - a place we've been tons of times). BTW, we are going for a wedding, so it's not really a vacation, but because we are shelling out more cash than we did for a 10-day Europe trip last year, by god I am calling this thing a vacation.

Can't you tell my attitude is improving?

It really is though. It started last week when the bride-to-be e-mailed me her concerns about getting married on an "unlucky" day. What day is that, you might ask? Well, the EYES of March, of course. (Seriously.) That got me to thinking this will probably be a fun adventure with lots of stories (read: blodder) for weeks to come.

So anyway...In our infinite wisdom we decided to rent a hotel room by the airport tonight to avoid waking up too early for tomorrow's flight (it's a 30 minute drive from our house in morning traffic) and because SuperHusband needed some work.

Here's the thing: SuperHusband works on straight commission and this week started off pretty slow. But we knew as soon as we made plans, business would pick up and he'd be swamped as hell today. As you can see from the time of this post...it worked. It's 11:30PM now and he's still on the computer with an hour left to go.

By the time we get to the hotel, we'll get a good five hours of sleep before we have to hop on the airport shuttle. We should've just stayed at one of those rent-by-the-hour places...although a vibrating bed wouldn't (completely) make up for a stained mattress and we probably couldn't sleep from all the headboard (and general) banging.

But it will be fine (as soon as I get my morning Bloody Mary) and I know we'll have a great time. Plus we already have a vacation theme song - which is critical. No...not Mexico by James Taylor (although according to SuperHusband listening to JT is a guaranteed hangover cure and I'm sure we'll be needing that). I'm thinking more along the lines of Private Eyes. You can't go wrong with Hall & Oates. And it is almost the EYES of March after all.

Adios!

My New Baby

I'd like you to meet the newest addition to my family:

She's the Vuitton Batignolles Horizontal and she is gorgeous, no? I have been contemplating the Speedy (middle sized one...too lazy to look up the number), but I tried this one on and had to have her.

SuperHusband is still at the bachelor party (drinking beer on a deer lease somewhere), so he doesn't know about her yet. He probably won't leave me unattended again any time in the near future.

Home Alone

SuperHusband is going out of town to a bachelor party this weekend and I hate staying home by myself. Not only because I have sole responsibility for DevilDog, but also because it's pretty boring. This weekend, it will be even more so because I'm on an antibiotic (from last week's battle with the evil sinus headaches) and can't meet the girls for drinks (or drink by myself for that matter). So, the plan is to clean, shop for our upcoming trip to Mexico (more on that later) and get a little work done. Of those, shopping is the only one I'll actually accomplish. If I even do that. But I have tons of birthday gift cards that REALLY need to be spent, so I'll try to find the motivation. Wish me luck!