Tuesday, April 16, 2013
Why being a grown up blows
1. Everything is freaking expensive. You realize when you choose to move out (or mom and dad cut you off) that you will have to pay rent and the electric company and what not, but there is so much more. You have no idea how friggen expensive food is. And toothpaste, and cleaning supplies. It is never ending. Oh that sweet iPhone your parents used to pay for....wait until you get your first phone bill. Don't even get me started on cars, there is always something they need. There is nothing worse than spending your hard earned money on things you don't even want, like dish soap and tampons. Seriously, stay home as long as you possibly can.
2. Cleaning, your mom probably won't do it for you after you move out, and even a small apartment requires a good scrub down more than you will expect it to. You have to remember to do laundry too and it sucks.
3. Remembering to pay bills. You have to actually remember to take care of things like bills and appointments, or your shit will get shut off. And that is all on top of work....I need a drink.
4. Speaking of, when you get old you get hungover when you drink. Like real hungover....and that is not a good state to be in at work if you care about your career in the least.
5. I almost forgot, you have to worry about a career. Gone are the days of scooping ice cream and not giving a shit, now you need to try and pad your resume and "network".
6. When you get a real job you often have to work above and beyond regular hours, it sucks...they never made me join committees or go to meetings back when I worked at Dairy Queen.
7. Your friends all start to get married, have kids, and buy houses....they remind you daily how old you are when you see their pregnant pics on Facebook. It's gross.
8. You can no longer eat whatever you want and stay thin (well some people can but you will grow to hate them). I ate nothing but chips and dip and vodka in college and I was a twig. Now I have to juice and eat a salad everyday to feel healthy.
9. There are no summer vacations. This is the hardest reality to face. Being stuck at work in the summer never gets easier. Never.
10. If you drink every night like you do in college, people judge you....plus see reason 4.
Monday, April 15, 2013
What happens when an event planner has a BBQ
We may not have shopping malls or organic grocery stores in Southern Maryland, but we sure have had some beautiful weather lately. Several days last week it go up to 90, with no humidity...AKA amazing. This weekend was pretty perfect as well so Jose decided to have a BBQ and invited some of his little boyfriends over to grill up a bunch of dead animals and drink too much beer.
He decided to invite me too, because well we live together and he had no other choice. Naturally I had to take over and buy all kinds of accessories. He really doesn't understand why things have to look good, but we all know food tastes better off a cute plate. Look at these little gems I found at Target.
I also bought cute napkins. I don't understand, none of the guys even commented on the plates. Some of them didn't even use one and just ate with their hands like total barbarians. Drunk men, what can you do with them. I'm glad I didn't buy the decorative garland, bacon shaped ice cube trays, and other BBQ accessories like I wanted to because the guys just did not appreciate any of it. What they did appreciate was a crazy ass drunk man that walked up to our party. We were all sitting around a table on the lawn in front of our apartment, when two men walked up, I assumed they were heading to a neighbors house and just wanted to say hi. Instead they came over, told us they smelled the BBQ and wanted to know if they could eat with us. After a few sentences it was clear that they were bother drunker than I was on my 21st birthday. The younger of the two (they were both over 40) proceeded to tell us how he had been at another cook out and the food was terrible so he was still hungry. He then pulled a steak out of his pocket. I repeat, he pulled a steak out of his pocket. "See how tough it is?" He said. "I could assault you all with it, your dog won't even eat this steak". He then threw the steak on the ground and Fred did in fact eat it.
The entire time I was laughing too hard to really figure out what was going on. He told my girlfriend Natasha repeatedly that she looked mean, and then proceeded to take off with his friend. I really just want to hang out with these two everyday. I have no idea how they wound up at our house, they don't live in our complex so it is quite a mystery.
He decided to invite me too, because well we live together and he had no other choice. Naturally I had to take over and buy all kinds of accessories. He really doesn't understand why things have to look good, but we all know food tastes better off a cute plate. Look at these little gems I found at Target.
And a sweet tie for my little gentleman. Yes, it says master of the grill.
I also bought cute napkins. I don't understand, none of the guys even commented on the plates. Some of them didn't even use one and just ate with their hands like total barbarians. Drunk men, what can you do with them. I'm glad I didn't buy the decorative garland, bacon shaped ice cube trays, and other BBQ accessories like I wanted to because the guys just did not appreciate any of it. What they did appreciate was a crazy ass drunk man that walked up to our party. We were all sitting around a table on the lawn in front of our apartment, when two men walked up, I assumed they were heading to a neighbors house and just wanted to say hi. Instead they came over, told us they smelled the BBQ and wanted to know if they could eat with us. After a few sentences it was clear that they were bother drunker than I was on my 21st birthday. The younger of the two (they were both over 40) proceeded to tell us how he had been at another cook out and the food was terrible so he was still hungry. He then pulled a steak out of his pocket. I repeat, he pulled a steak out of his pocket. "See how tough it is?" He said. "I could assault you all with it, your dog won't even eat this steak". He then threw the steak on the ground and Fred did in fact eat it.
The entire time I was laughing too hard to really figure out what was going on. He told my girlfriend Natasha repeatedly that she looked mean, and then proceeded to take off with his friend. I really just want to hang out with these two everyday. I have no idea how they wound up at our house, they don't live in our complex so it is quite a mystery.
Friday, April 12, 2013
Just an old fashioned love song
I see so many bloggers posting about their beautiful love story. How they met in some romantic way, he swept her off her feet, then they got married, and Jesus sang a song at their wedding while doves flew by. I kid, but I seriously love reading that shit. I am a romantic sap despite all my attempts not to be.
I wanted to share with you my own touching story of romance and delight, so you can know a little more about manfriend and I.
We hung out a few more times, once or twice we even ate instead of drank. I started going to parties at his house, and eventually we got drunk enough to make out. Somehow he wound up living in my apartment across the country with me. Oh yeah I convinced him to get a dog along the way too...it's all kind of a blur really.
I wanted to share with you my own touching story of romance and delight, so you can know a little more about manfriend and I.
After I finished grad school, I quit my full time job to take an unpaid internship, like any reasonable person might. In order to support my serious alcohol addiction and credit card bills, I needed a part time job so I went back to my old standby and got a gig as a bartender. I have bartended/waitressed on and off for over 8 years. I love it.
The bar I worked at was a brewery with a ton of regulars, this was back in Michigan by the way. All the regulars were BFF's and they would always talk about this guy Jose. I had never met him because he was working in Toledo when I started at the pub. I heard about how he was a wild child and people would go on and on about him.
I finally met him when he finished the job in Toledo and showed up at the bar on a Monday morning. He ordered a coffee and was having a really rough day because of his massive hangover and the fact that he could not find his car to save his life. I instantly knew we would be friends.
He started coming up to the bar from time to time and we got to know each other a little better. One afternoon when I had just finished the day shift he offered to buy me a beer so I stuck around on the other side of the bar. We had a few drinks then I asked him if he wanted to meet up with a friend of mine at another bar. We went. We both fell that night...not in love, but me in the middle of the bar when I slipped on my flip flop and he off a bar stool. We aren't clumsy just real wasted...don't judge.
Thursday, April 11, 2013
The juice
For an entire summer about two years ago I was real addicted to this type of juice:
If you have never tried it, it doesn't taste very good but it sure does get you jacked up. It is probably about the same as drinking seven red bulls and having a few shots of vodka.
In the last few weeks however I have developed an addiction to a new type of juice:
The kind made from veggies and fruits. I have always been very into recycling, and using organic products, but for some reason I haven't jumped on the organic/clean eating bandwagon until the last few months. I am not really sure why, I have alway believed this is a good way to live, but I have been feeding myself crap food for a long time. I've always eaten a lot of fruits and vegetables (even as a kid I loved brussel sprouts because they looked like heads of lettuce for a Barbie) but in addition to the good foods, I was also consuming a ton of processed foods, fried food, and other junk I know I should not have been eating.
I think I always looked at going to a totally healthy diet as just that a diet. I hate diets, I hate to be told what to do period to be honest. I never last long on a diet. I have sort of ditched that attitude lately though and am eating healthy foods because I want to not because I have to. Because I like them not because I want to loose weight. I know why I ate like crap in my younger years and that is because I was in a state of perpetual hangover and we all know junk food is the best cure for that, but the past two years I am only hungover about once a week, so I am not sure why I was continuing to eat badly.
I am not saying I will never eat junk food again, hell no! I will murder a chili dog when I am drunked up, and if I want some cookies or cool ranch doritos from time to time you bet your ass they are going into my mouth. I just have been feeling a million times better and am seeing some pounds come off since I stopped trying to diet and just started eating better.
If you have never tried it, it doesn't taste very good but it sure does get you jacked up. It is probably about the same as drinking seven red bulls and having a few shots of vodka.
In the last few weeks however I have developed an addiction to a new type of juice:
The kind made from veggies and fruits. I have always been very into recycling, and using organic products, but for some reason I haven't jumped on the organic/clean eating bandwagon until the last few months. I am not really sure why, I have alway believed this is a good way to live, but I have been feeding myself crap food for a long time. I've always eaten a lot of fruits and vegetables (even as a kid I loved brussel sprouts because they looked like heads of lettuce for a Barbie) but in addition to the good foods, I was also consuming a ton of processed foods, fried food, and other junk I know I should not have been eating.
I think I always looked at going to a totally healthy diet as just that a diet. I hate diets, I hate to be told what to do period to be honest. I never last long on a diet. I have sort of ditched that attitude lately though and am eating healthy foods because I want to not because I have to. Because I like them not because I want to loose weight. I know why I ate like crap in my younger years and that is because I was in a state of perpetual hangover and we all know junk food is the best cure for that, but the past two years I am only hungover about once a week, so I am not sure why I was continuing to eat badly.
I am not saying I will never eat junk food again, hell no! I will murder a chili dog when I am drunked up, and if I want some cookies or cool ranch doritos from time to time you bet your ass they are going into my mouth. I just have been feeling a million times better and am seeing some pounds come off since I stopped trying to diet and just started eating better.
I am no expert on this subject, and there is still a lot of extra junk in my trunk so my health tips are worth about as much as Lindsey Lohan's sobriety advice, but I know how I feel lately and that is good. Plus they make a lot of organic beers, wines, and vodkas now that it is the trendy thing to do so the lifestyle has been easy to adjust to. Seriously though, I highly reccomend juicing, I have been starting almost every morning with a glass and I am loving it.
Wednesday, April 10, 2013
The old ball game
The only thing my boyfriend loves more than craft beer and our dog is baseball. The man is obsessed. Luckily I am a fan too, but mostly because I kind of want to bang many of the players and enjoy beer and hot dogs.
Last night we went to the Nationals game. The nationals are only my fourth favorite team, but I love the stadium and the tickets were only $9 so I decided to go along...plus I am starting to really enjoy watching the games, which I never thought was possible. DC is about an hour and 20 minute drive from BFE where we live. If you don't know what BFE stands for it is basically the middle of nowhere but with a swear word. You can probably google it.
The evening was really fun, we had a few beers, the Nats won, it was an exciting game, and I was once again reminded I need to move to DC like yesterday.
Last night we went to the Nationals game. The nationals are only my fourth favorite team, but I love the stadium and the tickets were only $9 so I decided to go along...plus I am starting to really enjoy watching the games, which I never thought was possible. DC is about an hour and 20 minute drive from BFE where we live. If you don't know what BFE stands for it is basically the middle of nowhere but with a swear word. You can probably google it.
The evening was really fun, we had a few beers, the Nats won, it was an exciting game, and I was once again reminded I need to move to DC like yesterday.
(My face looks huge here too, I really need to learn to take better pics of myself or I will get fired as a blogger, I swear it's not that big a face)
You may not know this about me but I am a lover of lists. I have a list for everything under the sun and you are in luck because I decided to make a new one for your reading pleasure.
Things I like about baseball
-Trying to decide which song I would pick to step up to the plate to.
-The food. We were good last night and brought our own sandwiches...but the nachos looked better. (I also learned if you bring a huge heavy bag filled with bottled water and healthy snacks they won't bother searching it...I am bringing a fifth next time)
-Trying to decide which player I want to sleep with the most.
-Trying to decide which player I want to sleep with the least.
-Listening to the conversations going on around me.
-People watching.
-Cheering and pretending I know what is going on, then asking Jose what happened.
-Paying $9 for a can of beer. (or $11 for a mixed drink...that might be a better deal)
-Trying to get on TV when they scan the audience.
-Wearing cute hats.
Tuesday, April 9, 2013
A week of firsts
I have been described as a party girl by everyone I meet since I was about 2 years old, so as you may imagine I have lived a pretty wild life these past 28 years. There are not too many things I have not tried.
This week however, much like Madonna, I made it through the wilderness and can cross several items off my never have I ever list.
I will start by telling you about the most shocking first. I am actually still not sure if this one actually happened or I dreamed it. Today, for the first time in my entire life I woke up early and went to the gym before work. This may not sound like much to some, but I have been setting my alarm an hour early to work out almost every day for the past 4 years. Never once have I gotten out of bed to do anything other than hit snooze. Not today though, today I got up at 5:50am, and went to yoga! When I got into the class I saw this girl I work with who is actually a former model. She has zero percent body fat and more muscles than you can imagine, so I am not sure what the hell she was doing in a gym at 6am. If I were her I would be in bed eating pancakes....but I guess that is why I am not a former model.
Next up is the first time buying and wearing skinny jeans. The reason I got up an hour before I prefer to and have been eating way too many salads lately, is because I am trying to shed an Olsen twin or two before the summer. That being said I never, ever try on skinny jeans when I go shopping. Last Thursday however, I decided I needed new clothes before flying to Michigan. I decide I need new clothes anytime I go on a trip, even if it is only for one night. Where I live there are approximately six stores: Walmart, Target, Old Navy, Kohl's, JcPenny, and Marshalls. That is it...and let me tell you pickings are slim in all of them. I miss malls. I went to every single store (except Walmart, I won't set foot in there unless I just want to laugh at people) and found nothing. Then at the store I expected to have the least luck at, Old Navy, I found a pair of jeans called the Rock Star that claimed to look great on every body type. Bullshit, I thought. Any time something says one size fits all or looks good on everyone, I am leery. But it was try them on or go home empty handed, and naturally that was not an option. So I tried them on and to my shock and delight I love them. They are stretchy and I typically hate stretchy jeans because they fit for about ten minutes then look like you are wearing a diaper when they stretch out. These little gems are the exception to that rule. I don't want to take them off....ever.
I guess the new skinny jeans turned me into a whole new woman, because I also decided while I was shopping with a friend in Michigan over the weekend that I need to start wearing make up. I hate to admit it, but I am 28 years old and with the exception of an awkward orange faced year in middle school thanks to Walgreen's cosmetics, I have never ever put any foundation on my face. I will occasionally dab on a bit of bronzer, and I do wear mascara; sometimes even a little eyeliner if I am feeling frisky, but never any gunk on my face. I guess the fact that I am pretty broke right now, and the new Rock Star mentality made me decide to get myself made over. I walked in to Bare Minerals told the girl I don't wear makeup and want to start, and she knew she had found the idiot client of her dreams. I want something that doesn't feel like make up I said. She spent a few minutes putting some powder on my face. When she was done, I looked exactly the same as when I walked in. Obviously I bought over a hundred dollars worth of shit. She even made me a worksheet of how to apply the make up myself at home. I am not that good at it. Apparently when you spend an arm and a leg at Bare Minerals, they really like you. I gave them my email address when I paid because they told me to, this was Sunday mind you, and I have already received about 5 emails. It's getting a little annoying, because when my phone says I have an email I get real excited and think it is going to be something good and now it is just make up news.
Now that I wear make up and skinny jeans, my boyfriend wants to take me on dates to show me off, so last night he scooped me up from work and we went to see the DC cherry blossoms for the first time. Since we moved here people have been talking these little trees up. Everyone says how beautiful they are and that it is a sight to be seen, yada yada yada. The cherry blossoms only bloom for a short window of time, so we decided to check them out yesterday and I have to say they were not overrated like so many things in life. They surround the tidal basin, and at some points you look up and all you see are flowers. It is pretty impressive. The weather was also absolutely perfect and it once again made me realize how shitty where we live is. Maybe the Smithsonian will hire me soon and I can just get a row house in DC already.
The last first, I don't think I can handle any more for a few days, is flip flops. Rumor has it the temps will reach 80 today! You heard me eight zero. So today marks the first day of the year I am wearing flip flops to work. It is not the first day I have worn flip flops, hell no...I am from Michigan I will wear them in January, but not to work. One good thing about living in the boondocks is I get to wear whatever I want to work. I am pretty sure I could arrive in sweatpants and no one would look twice. Luckily I don't own any. I don't think they will let me wear skinny jeans, a white tee shirt, and flip flops when I get a fancy job in DC.
I will leave you with a few photos of our cherry blossom adventures last night.
This week however, much like Madonna, I made it through the wilderness and can cross several items off my never have I ever list.
I will start by telling you about the most shocking first. I am actually still not sure if this one actually happened or I dreamed it. Today, for the first time in my entire life I woke up early and went to the gym before work. This may not sound like much to some, but I have been setting my alarm an hour early to work out almost every day for the past 4 years. Never once have I gotten out of bed to do anything other than hit snooze. Not today though, today I got up at 5:50am, and went to yoga! When I got into the class I saw this girl I work with who is actually a former model. She has zero percent body fat and more muscles than you can imagine, so I am not sure what the hell she was doing in a gym at 6am. If I were her I would be in bed eating pancakes....but I guess that is why I am not a former model.
Next up is the first time buying and wearing skinny jeans. The reason I got up an hour before I prefer to and have been eating way too many salads lately, is because I am trying to shed an Olsen twin or two before the summer. That being said I never, ever try on skinny jeans when I go shopping. Last Thursday however, I decided I needed new clothes before flying to Michigan. I decide I need new clothes anytime I go on a trip, even if it is only for one night. Where I live there are approximately six stores: Walmart, Target, Old Navy, Kohl's, JcPenny, and Marshalls. That is it...and let me tell you pickings are slim in all of them. I miss malls. I went to every single store (except Walmart, I won't set foot in there unless I just want to laugh at people) and found nothing. Then at the store I expected to have the least luck at, Old Navy, I found a pair of jeans called the Rock Star that claimed to look great on every body type. Bullshit, I thought. Any time something says one size fits all or looks good on everyone, I am leery. But it was try them on or go home empty handed, and naturally that was not an option. So I tried them on and to my shock and delight I love them. They are stretchy and I typically hate stretchy jeans because they fit for about ten minutes then look like you are wearing a diaper when they stretch out. These little gems are the exception to that rule. I don't want to take them off....ever.
I guess the new skinny jeans turned me into a whole new woman, because I also decided while I was shopping with a friend in Michigan over the weekend that I need to start wearing make up. I hate to admit it, but I am 28 years old and with the exception of an awkward orange faced year in middle school thanks to Walgreen's cosmetics, I have never ever put any foundation on my face. I will occasionally dab on a bit of bronzer, and I do wear mascara; sometimes even a little eyeliner if I am feeling frisky, but never any gunk on my face. I guess the fact that I am pretty broke right now, and the new Rock Star mentality made me decide to get myself made over. I walked in to Bare Minerals told the girl I don't wear makeup and want to start, and she knew she had found the idiot client of her dreams. I want something that doesn't feel like make up I said. She spent a few minutes putting some powder on my face. When she was done, I looked exactly the same as when I walked in. Obviously I bought over a hundred dollars worth of shit. She even made me a worksheet of how to apply the make up myself at home. I am not that good at it. Apparently when you spend an arm and a leg at Bare Minerals, they really like you. I gave them my email address when I paid because they told me to, this was Sunday mind you, and I have already received about 5 emails. It's getting a little annoying, because when my phone says I have an email I get real excited and think it is going to be something good and now it is just make up news.
Now that I wear make up and skinny jeans, my boyfriend wants to take me on dates to show me off, so last night he scooped me up from work and we went to see the DC cherry blossoms for the first time. Since we moved here people have been talking these little trees up. Everyone says how beautiful they are and that it is a sight to be seen, yada yada yada. The cherry blossoms only bloom for a short window of time, so we decided to check them out yesterday and I have to say they were not overrated like so many things in life. They surround the tidal basin, and at some points you look up and all you see are flowers. It is pretty impressive. The weather was also absolutely perfect and it once again made me realize how shitty where we live is. Maybe the Smithsonian will hire me soon and I can just get a row house in DC already.
The last first, I don't think I can handle any more for a few days, is flip flops. Rumor has it the temps will reach 80 today! You heard me eight zero. So today marks the first day of the year I am wearing flip flops to work. It is not the first day I have worn flip flops, hell no...I am from Michigan I will wear them in January, but not to work. One good thing about living in the boondocks is I get to wear whatever I want to work. I am pretty sure I could arrive in sweatpants and no one would look twice. Luckily I don't own any. I don't think they will let me wear skinny jeans, a white tee shirt, and flip flops when I get a fancy job in DC.
I will leave you with a few photos of our cherry blossom adventures last night.
(Jose made a new friend)
(I look mad, but I'm not, or maybe I am because my face looks large in this pic)
(The fortune cookie I got at dinner changed my life)
Monday, April 8, 2013
There's no crying in baseball
Well, to be honest there was some crying. And some swearing, and yelling and being a little brat, but that was after twelve hours of drinking, no food, and very little sleep. I apologized to manfriend in the morning, and that's all I will say about that because honestly it doesn't paint me in the best light. But hey no one is perfect right?
Friday morning, Jose and I flew back to our hometown to celebrate opening day of Tiger's baseball and meet my new nephew. It was a pretty great weekend to say the least.
Jose's dad came to scoop us up from the airport at 8am when we landed with Jose's brother in tow. After a short ride downtown, their dad dropped the three of us us off on a street corner like good little hookers. We walked to the nearest bar and met up with my college roommates. I had three beers and a shot before 10am. Always a great idea.
This is not how I looked on opening day. I can't even post those photos, to say I looked like a crack whore would be a nice compliment. It has been a long time since I had that much to drink and it don't look pretty on me. This is a photo from last week when Jose and I went to Alexandria for dinner. (oh yeah I'm calling him Jose for now because I am sick of typing manfriend all the time).
Saturday I shockingly woke up sans hangover. Apparently Jesus loves me after all. I got up and headed to my sisters house to hang with the family. First I took my three year old niece Evelyn to Build a Bear. She made a little beaut she named Princessy. It cost me a small fortune because the people at Build a Bear have learned a real good scam. They ask the child if they want each of the zillion add ons not the adult who has the credit card. "ohh Evie, do you want a little scent chip for your bear, do you want a sound box, etc, etc..." I even bought underwear for Princessy. What adult in their right mind is going to tell a child, "oh no sorry, you don't get a scent chip for your bear, I am cheap and don't love you enough". Needless to say Princessy smells like cupcakes. We walked around the mall after making the bear. My niece is seriously amazing and awesome. At one point she said, "I could have another surprise if you want", to which I replied, "ohh really what do you want?" "I will know when I see it," she said. Seriously you can't make that shit up. She is the coolest.
Friday morning, Jose and I flew back to our hometown to celebrate opening day of Tiger's baseball and meet my new nephew. It was a pretty great weekend to say the least.
Jose's dad came to scoop us up from the airport at 8am when we landed with Jose's brother in tow. After a short ride downtown, their dad dropped the three of us us off on a street corner like good little hookers. We walked to the nearest bar and met up with my college roommates. I had three beers and a shot before 10am. Always a great idea.
I love baseball. There is no better team than the Tigers, and there is no better party than opening day in Detroit. We didn't even go to the game, just bar hopped around the city meeting up with friends and binge drinking to our hearts content. I went into opening day with a strict set of rules for myself. I was going to drink only Miller lite, have only a few shots throughout the day, drink lots of water, and eat lunch and dinner. I did none of those things. I consumed nothing but beer, liquor, wine, shots, more shots, and no food. Scratch that, I did have a few M&Ms at one point. About three bars in Jose's brother decided gin martinis were a good plan. I sucked it down like a champ. Next bar was Irish car bombs, then tequila shots, fruity shots, all washed down with plenty of beer. Lord help me. Despite breaking all my rules, I had a really wonderful time and got to see a lot of my friends. I had a melt down at the end of the night when we got back to Jose's brothers house to sleep but what good is a relationship if you don't freak out on your partner from time to time.
This is not how I looked on opening day. I can't even post those photos, to say I looked like a crack whore would be a nice compliment. It has been a long time since I had that much to drink and it don't look pretty on me. This is a photo from last week when Jose and I went to Alexandria for dinner. (oh yeah I'm calling him Jose for now because I am sick of typing manfriend all the time).
Saturday I shockingly woke up sans hangover. Apparently Jesus loves me after all. I got up and headed to my sisters house to hang with the family. First I took my three year old niece Evelyn to Build a Bear. She made a little beaut she named Princessy. It cost me a small fortune because the people at Build a Bear have learned a real good scam. They ask the child if they want each of the zillion add ons not the adult who has the credit card. "ohh Evie, do you want a little scent chip for your bear, do you want a sound box, etc, etc..." I even bought underwear for Princessy. What adult in their right mind is going to tell a child, "oh no sorry, you don't get a scent chip for your bear, I am cheap and don't love you enough". Needless to say Princessy smells like cupcakes. We walked around the mall after making the bear. My niece is seriously amazing and awesome. At one point she said, "I could have another surprise if you want", to which I replied, "ohh really what do you want?" "I will know when I see it," she said. Seriously you can't make that shit up. She is the coolest.
We got ice cream, then headed back to my sister's house and hung out. I held Evie's new brother Arthur (making him the fourth baby I have ever held in my life...Evie was the first). He is two weeks old so his personality leaves a little something to be desired, but I am sure he is working on it. My best friend and her mom stopped by and my mombo was there so it was nice to sit around and gossip. That night my parents, my best friend from high school, and I had a nice dinner and some drinks. Apparently my parents are into "shooters" these days, and my dad was feeding us mini beer shots all evening. A little later my best friend from college came over, we went to one of my old stomping ground bars and had a few drinks. Sunday morning, I had breakfast with my crazy friend Derek and his wife and baby. We did a little shopping and then I headed back to my parent's house. My sister and brother in law, the kids, and two of my best buds came over for a huge lunch.
Sorry it's blurry....but so is my life these days. Then that was it. Around 3:30 we picked up Jose and my parents drove us back to the airport. I loved every minute of it and can't wait for my next visit. I am also so excited for baseball season!
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