The Friday Diary: The Haves and The Haven'ts

Happy Friday!

I love Friday.
I get to wear jeans and Chucks at work.
I get to come home and take as long of a post work nap as I want without worrying about being up too late afterward, because I can sleep in the next day.
I love Fridays so much, I stop giving a fuck on Thursday in celebration of the next day being Friday, a day on which no fucks are given, ever. 

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I haven't been:

Smoking.

I haven't had a cigarette since last Thursday, May 31st.

That's not to say I haven't wanted one.

That's not to say I haven't REALLY wanted one.

On Saturday I came -this close- to buying cigarettes. I went to Circle K and got ice cream for me and the kids instead.

Small victories.
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Eating fast food.

I cooked every night this week, Sunday through to today, and I will cook tonight too.

How's that going? You ask.

Real fucking hard.
I thought somehow that by not eating out I would be magically transformed into a '50's housewife with a gingham apron and perfect hair.
I forgot I would still be a working single mother who's dead tired when she gets home.

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I have been:

Working out.

Honestly, I didn't work out at all during the weekend.

Not once.

And I consumed alcohol, which pretty much means I should've worked out twice a day every day of the weekend just to burn that shit off, but I didn't. BUT I have gotten at LEAST 20 minutes of exercise every day during the work week.
A girl at work told me my ass looked good in the skirt I wore to work on Wednesday.
I was so happy I almost wet myself.

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Overheard This Week:
Jackson: When I was older and I had a job, I went to work every day.
Me: Oh yeah? You had a job? What happened to it?
Jackson: I can't work there anymore because I got little. I'll work there again when I get big again like you.
Me: What did you do at your work?
Jackson: People turned me into a plane and I flew all over da pwace. {read: the place}
Me: That sounds fun.
Jackson: Yeah, and when I gotted off work and picked up my kids I didn't tell them I was too tired to go get them ice cream from da store. Like you did.

Oh. Burn.

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This time last year:
I had just come back from Vegas, the very first trip that Bill and I ever took together.
It was a very fun trip, and I still wish we would've taken some pictures.
But, I have the memories and I have a blog post, and that's part of what makes this blog so special.
I can always look back at where I was on this date, in some other year and read about what I did from the perspective I had at the time.
And besides, pictures or no pictures, I will never forget how upset poor drunk Bill was when our room service arrived and he realized he ordered a bacon cheeseburger.
Bill: Oh my God, I got a BACON CHEESEBURGER? Why would I do that?!
Me: What you don't like cheeseburgers?
Bill: No, I love cheeseburgers, but there's BACON  on it!
Me: You don't like bacon?
Bill: No, I do like bacon. But why did I order this?!
Me: Do you want me to eat the bacon for you?
Bill: But you got your own food...
Me: That has nothing to do with whether or not I can still eat all your bacon. I can. And I will.

We still don't know why he ordered that. Or why he was so upset about it.
Everybody loves bacon.
EVERYBODY.

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Craft time

Lainie and I spent some time doing a little crafting this week. 

We made some pretty labels for her boxes of art supplies, and organized her craft closet.

And we've been working on making good choices, so we made a good choices jar. She gets a "drop" in her jar for every good choice, such as helping her brother, getting dressed in the morning without complaint, clearing her dinner dishes without being asked, etc.  Drops in her jar will be things like "coupons" that she can turn in for different stuff like picking what we have for dinner, or getting a sleepover with a friend, or whatever she's been asking to do lately, or sometimes money, or maybe little treats like pretty rocks {which she loves} or candy, or whatever. 

We'll see what effect this has on her choice making.

Spaghetti night

I love how little kids get spaghetti sauce like all over their body when they eat it. Especially on weird parts of their face, like their nose and forehead. It's just adorable to me. Watching my kids eat spaghetti is probably 90% of the reason why I make it.

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Stuff We Tried:
Over the weekend Lainie and I attempted Fairies in a jar, which was supposed to look like this:

It did not look a damn thing like that when we were done.
That pin was bullshit.
But it was fun trying it anyway.

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Well, that's our week.
Hope yours was awesome too.
Happy Friday.

The Trip!

What a trip. I just got home from Vegas, literally like 10 minutes ago, and as exhausted as I am and as desperately as I want a shower, a nightshirt and a long nap, I also felt like I needed to write this all down while it was still fresh on my mind and in my heart.

Vegas was amazing, to say it as shortly and simply as possible. Amazing really doesn't touch it though. I spent two whole days with my still very new boyfriend, even though I've known him for a long time, and I honestly couldn't have been happier or more relaxed the entire time. We walked around, had good food, napped together, drank, laughed, made ridiculous jokes and spent some pretty awesome quality time together all alone with no kids, work, or distractions period. In fact the only time we turned on the T.V. was to use it to check out. Heaven.

We flew there in Batman's plane, which was definitely the smallest plane I've ever flown on, so I was super nervous before we left. I had never flown with him before, I had never been on a plane that small, and a two hour flight for my very FIRST FLIGHT seemed totally out of my league. I was sure I was going to vomit everywhere, have a huge panic attack and Batman would never speak to me again. But it was actually super cool! That little plane kind of kicks ass. It's fun, and it's intimate. I got to sit right next to Batman the entire time and talk to him on a super fancy headset that I'm sure made me look sexy, and see everything we were flying over. Batman was also amazing at making me feel safe. He explained everything to me before it happened, and even gave me a kiss for good luck right before we took off. What a guy :)

Just to give you an idea, this isn't his plane, but it's basically the same thing:

So of all the things I was scare of about going on my first vacation with Batman, the flight was like #1 on my list. Once that was done and I realized that it was actually really fun, it was on to the rest of the shit that had been given me anxiety pretty much ever since we set a date for our trip.

We stayed at the New York New York Hotel. I had never been there, but it was really cool! Of all the hotels and casinos we walked through, the New York New York was the only one that didn't look identical to everything else we saw. It was really original, and a pretty fun atmosphere, although really smoky just like everywhere else in Vegas. I haven't smoked since I got sick almost a week ago, and man just a few days without smoking makes you realize how strong cigarette smoke is. After this trip, I am not even the least bit tempted to smoke again. That's saying something, cuz as disgusting as it sounds, I really liked smoking. Anyway! Back to the story. This was our room:

And yes, that is totally a jacuzzi in the corner. Awesome! I L-O-V-E hot tubs. Especially ones that are like 5 feet from my bed :) We had a pretty sweet time in this room, to say the least! ;)

This might sound lame, but we didn't see any shows, we didn't eat at a bunch of different restaurants, (a burger place and P.F. Changs, room service and then the Henderson Airport Cafe) we didn't gamble at all really, except one huge slot machine that we played long enough to make 20 bucks and then cashed out, and we didn't even go to the Pawn Shop that Batman wanted to see from the show Pawn Stars. We walked around a lot, we went to a classic car show, we ordered room service for dinner our last night there, we went to one bar the first night and two the last night, and even though we got drunk (really drunk, and possibly roofied) at the bar we went to the last night we were there, we still went back to the room early and were in bed by 11:30. That might sound lame to you, but to me, this was one of the best trips I have ever been on in my life.

We got lost looking for a car show and laughed at how silly we were. We wandered through a dirty casino and sat on the floor together in a gift shop. We picked out our favorite cars, and tried to guess what the other person would order for dinner. We shared some orange peel chicken and had a cool private booth and a bitchy waitress at P.F. Changs. We had a lot of small, sweet moments that I will remember for a long time.

I think what made it so amazing is that Batman is a really kick ass person. He's sweet, and a really old school gentleman in a lot of ways. He opens the door for you, he says please and thank you, he even offers to get up at 5:30 in the morning with a bruised and sprained foot to hobble down the hall and get you water because you're thirsty and hungover. He cares when you're upset, even if it's only a little upset over something small and stupid, and he truly considers your feelings. But he's also really sarcastic, and witty and just fun to be around. It was an awesome trip because I really believe now we could go anywhere together, and do anything (or do nothing!) and still have a really good time.

There is no one else in the world that I would rather walk 6 miles around Vegas with, or get sunburned with, or fly in a tiny plane over the desert with, or be retarded in a jacuzzi with, or get drunk at a bar and talk to smelly Scottish man or weird Canadians and get hit on by British people with. He really is like 95% of what was so cool about this trip. He's the amazing. At least most of it.

I am tired, my ears are ridiculously plugged and refusing to pop, I need a shower and some hard core sleep but I feel completely and totally blessed and way luckier than I deserve. It was a good trip, and it's good to be home. Perfectly. Blessed. (Unfortunately we also didn't take like even 1 picture, which sucks, but I guess that makes the memories that much more precious, right?)

Pre Vegas Freakout

So my trip to Vegas is coming up faster than I initially expected. We are leaving around 4ish on Saturday, which means I literally leave in like 42 hours and 32 minutes from right. now. To be honest, I'm starting to freak out a little for a couple different reasons.

1. I have never, ever been out of town with Batman before, and our relationship is still super new. Vacations with a new boyfriend always feel like a lot of pressure to me. I mean, who wants to keep dating someone who they can't have kick ass vacations with?! So it has to be an amazing time, without being too much pressure, and without being too exhausting, and it all gets to be so fucking overwhelming, it's like meeting their parents but more important. This is Vegas we're talking about here.

2. This being our first vacation together, AND this still being a new relationship, one can probably safely assume we have never spent more than like 1 day together. Possibly not even that. I mean, he works, I work, he has kids, I have kids, we're busy people. We have our ritual Saturday night date, and sometimes we have lunch together during the week, but as of right now, we don't get a ton of time together outside of that. This is the first time we will be together for an extended period of time, and I am kind of super nervous. What if I am like really sour candy that's fun in small doses, but after like hour 15, I start to make your tongue bleed?

3. There is a pool at the hotel, and I may or may not be expected to swim in it in Batman's presence. Let's get one thing perfectly straight here: I had Tiny at 16, which means my body bounced back like a fucking bungee jumper. I used to rock my awesome flat tummy and still slightly perky boobs, and I had NO CELLULITE mother fuckers. None. Now, Jedi was huge, my pregnancy with him was hard, and compounded with bedrest and a terrible relationship that caused me to eat my feelings of worthlessness daily, I looked like a fucking trainwreck when I was done being pregnant with him. And guess what? Since the day I delivered his chunkiness, I have lost 6 pounds. He's 3. Ya. Who's got the Xanax?!

4. I have been sort of sick the last few days with this weird swollen tonsil thing that is making it super duper painful every time I swallow anything, and generally bugging the crap out of me. I don't have a fever, and I'm not super tired anymore, so theoretically I can still go to Vegas, but my throat still does hurt, I have no idea if I'm contagious and getting shit faced wasted seems like it would probably make the situation worse. Plus, and not to be way too TMI here, I have absolutely no desire to give....mouth love....with this freakin egg in the side of my neck. How do you properly thank a person for an awesome vacation in Vegas without giving them mouth love?!

These are the biggest causes of my momentary, totally meaningless and completely unjustified freak out over going on vacation with my super cool boyfriend. I mean really, who gets freaked out over going on VACATION?! To Vegas of all places?! I am excited, really I am. But I am also a girl, my vagina still functions, my hormones still rage with the best of them, and I still have these moments of freakish insecurity that I could never show my boyfriend, so I word vomit them to the internet at large. That's way healthier, right?.....Right?

Viva Las Vegas Baby!

Dun da da dun!!! Batman and I are going away together for the first time, to some place we have been talking about for over two years: VEGAS BABY!

I for one, could not be more excited. Maybe because the last vacation I went on without my kids was like forever ago, and I have been so up to the frigging ears in stress, drama and BS lately, that even a few hours in Flagstaff would make me feel 100x better. Plus, I get to go with one of the coolest guys I know. And he's pretty cute too :)

Here are just a few of the things I am hoping to get to do while I'm chilling in Sin City with my awesomely sexy, totally amazing fella:

Viva Las Vegas, baby! Let's go do some shit we're gonna wanna forget!