I promise to come back from the dark side soon...

I'm headed out of town on a quick business trip but I promise to come back from the dark side when I return.

Thanks for hanging in there (those of you who have anyways...)

Moving...

I'm mid-move and my world consists of piles and piles of boxes right now, one of which contains my computer. I'll be back soon!

My mysterious disappearance...

The other day at work I was talking to a client on the phone. They asked how I was doing and I responded with "been better, been worse, but getting by." After I got off the phone with them I starting thinking that, while I am getting by, I've probably never been worse. I'm definitely in a funk, which is why I haven't been writing much. I know I said I was going to open up and share some of what's been going on in my life but it turns out that I'm not quite ready. It's hard to see through the fog when your surrounded by it, if you know what I mean. I will get through what's been going on with me, and my life will be better for going through it, but I'm too enveloped in it right now to talk about it. I will share all of this chaos one day. I am moving soon (to a place I really like), and I did get a new car (which I love...a 2008 Honda CRV!), and work is actually going pretty well so there are some things that are looking up. But in the meantime, I present to you cupcakes!

A few weeks ago, Shannon from Misguided Mommy started asking me if I was going to be in town last week. I said yes, I would be around. When I asked why, she said "No reason". Of course, I didn't believe her. So I pried and pried and finally she told me she was sending me a surprise. Of course, I pried and pried to try and find out what it was. Surprises and me have a love-hate relationship. I love receiving them. I hate waiting for them. So for the next week or so, Shannon taunted me with the arrival of my surprise every chance she got. Saying 'Oh your surprise has been delayed, I am so pissed." or "are you gonna be in your office today?" and then nothing would show up.

Last Wednesday I had a morning meeting with a potential client. At about 8:30am, on my way to the meeting, I get a text message saying 'What's up' from Shannon. Hmmm...she normally doesn't send me messages. Since I was driving, and had my boss as a passenger, I actually didn't get this message, or the 3 others asking me where I was, why I wasn't answering and WTF, until I got to the potential client's office at about 9. I write back saying I was meeting with someone and then I get a message saying 'too late, surprise delayed. Can you hear my jaw dropping? For weeks I had been taunted with the arrival of my surprise, and now it was delayed!!!

I respond with 'NO, I'll be back in my office by 11'. I get this back 'Too bad, surprise delayed'. I wanted to reach through my phone and slap her. She tells me to text her when I am back at my office. So I immediately assume I will get my surprise when I get back to the office. So I meet with the potential client, drive back to the office, exchanging a few more text messages with Shannon. I finally get back to my office and send her a message saying I am there. Then I got about avoiding getting to work. I shuffle some papers on my desk, then decide I should bring the coffee cup on my desk into the break room. As I walk down the hallway to my break room, I see this box sitting on the table visable from the hallway (obviously it was unopened):


A little background, I work in a business where people ship us stuff, many times in coolers. So (thinking to myself that I wouldn't be receiving my surprise until later that day because, you know, I was told that it was delayed...) I say out loud to myself (or whoever happened to be listening) as I walk down the hallway "who shipped us something perishable in a bright pink box?" Obviously clueless to the fact that my surprise already arrived! The second I open my mouth and the remainder of my office realizes I'm even back from my meeting, they rush from the far corners of my office and surround me and pound me with questions: "Why did you order cupcakes?" "You ordered cupcakes? Can we have some?" "We thought about opening it but it had your name on it so we decided not to open it....". At the same time, one of the girls in my office has gone to find scissors. All this is happening while I am CLUELESSLY saying to myself "I didn't order cupcakes. I mean I know I have been ordering a lot of marketing supplies...did one of those companies send me something as a thank you. Did I accidentally order something I shouldn't have? I didn't order cupcakes...these can't really be cupcakes...not, the address label definitely says cupcakes and has my name on it." COMPLETELY CLUELESS I TELL YOU. Then it hits me...MY FUCKING SURPRISE FROM SHANNON! All this while one of the girls from my office is trying to tear into the box with her finger nails (I kid you not! the girls in my office are food-whores). I was surround by half a dozen people at this point. And it wasn't like they were just hanging out in the break room, they were like peering over my shoulders trying to tear into the box...the box that had cupcakes on the outside:

And this was no small bright pink box. The box is probably 8" high by 12" by 18" long. So I finally open it and me (and the food-whores drooling over my shoulders) see this:

Hmmmm...a cute little handwritten note thanking me for helping with her kids and with her generally craziness lately from Shannon. I slip off the checkerboard sleeve and open the box to find this:

A dozen, individual labeled, unique cupcakes. They were shipped frozen with ice packs with instructions to defrost for 4 hours at room temp and enjoy within 2-3 days or to refreeze them and enjoy for up to a month! The cupcakes were fucking awesome. I suspected they would be all fluff but they were made with dense flavorful moist cake and the most intense sugary frosting I've every had! And I'm pretty sure there was more icing than there was cupcake. There were flavors like Smore's with a marshmallow in the middle of the cupcake and graham cracker buttercream frosting, and raspberry chocolate and triple chocolate and oreo cream and red velvet and OMG, too many flavors to keep track of. MMMMM, they were awesome and definitely put a smile on my face for the day and the following days and I enjoyed my cupcakes (I did share a few with my co-workers because if I hadn't, it's possibly I would be hospitalized with a sugar induced coma!). These cupcakes were from SAS (Sweet and Sassy) Cupcakes. Thank you Shannon!

Who woulda though?

I was driving back to work today from my lunch break and a SaraLee truck turns in front of me while I am stopped at a light. As a sidenote, I've never seen a SaraLee delivery truck before. Anywho, I digress...I read the logo because I am bored... "Nobody Doesn't Like SaraLee". Hmmm, who woulda thought? Since the beginning of time, I always thought their motto was "Nobody Does It Like SaraLee". Seriously, who would have known?

2 out of 3 ain't bad...

On Friday I got an email from Misguided Mommy. Among other things, it said this "you said that you could maybe watch the boys some time i was wondering if tonight around 7 for like two hours you could watch em at my moms house. i want to take my parents to dinner to thank em for everything they have done for me. if not its coolio i'll figure it out!" Anyone who knows Misguided Mommy know's that she had never let anyone watch her kids except: her parents, her nanny/housekeeper (sorry I have no idea what she really is), and Brandon's teacher. Leaving her kids with anyone else is almost unheard of. I know, and yet I have always said that if she ever wanted, I could watch the kids while her and her hubby went out, or so she could take a nap or whatever. I never actually expected her to take me up on the offer (which is why I almost fell out of my chair at work when I read this...I actually had to read the email like 3 times before I realized that she actually wanted me to watch her kids).


I left work at 6:15 (I swear!) but because of traffic was running late (I swear!). (I'm always late but this time it actually wasn't my fault). I got to Shannon's mom's house and learned I would be watching the kids but also had to keep an eye on Shannon's cousin, who, well, let's say, isn't the most well behaved teenager out there. They kept saying: SHE WASN'T' ALLOWED ON THE PHONE...SHE'S A SNEAKY ONE SO KEEP AN EYE ON HER!. Ok, got it! Mind you, I signed up for babysitting, not teenager-sitting. Those are 2 entirely different things and babysitting, no matter how whiny or annoying they are, is SOOOO much easier than teenager-sitting. But I went with it...


Things went well, most of the night. Brandon and I got into a 20 minute long pillow fight while Shannon's cousin kept an eye on Codi. Codi and I watched the Food Network while Brandon played on his computer. Shannon's cousin stayed close and hung out with us until about 8:15 when she asked if she could go to bed. Ahhhh, you wouldn't that would be such a hard question to answer would you? But it was, so I sent Shannon a text message asking if it was ok...and I'm glad I did, because no, in fact it was not ok. So I told her they were on their way home and wanted her to stay up, they were bringing ice cream home and were gonna play video games when they got there. She said fine and changed into her pj's and laid on her bed in her room with the tv on. Brandon promptly joined her because (apparently) cartoons are WAY more entertaining to a 3 year old than the Food Network. Who knew? So around 8:30 I get a message from Shannon saying they are gonna stop at the grocery store and then will be home.

By this time Codi was getting a little fussy because he was getting hungry and Shannon hadn't left me with a bottle, because, well, Codi won't take a bottle (unless, as a side note, it's water which he promptly spills all over himself and splashes around in). The only thing that keeps Codi from a mini-meltdown is walking around the house with him so I start doing laps from the door of Shannon's cousin's room to check on her and Brandon, around the living room and back to their door, I would peek in and do another lap. And on one or two occasions I may have stopped to watch a few seconds of the Food Network. So I do a few more laps, checking in on them each time. On one of my laps, I turn the corner just in time to see Shannon's cousin headed to the bathroom. So I do another lap, and see her walking from the bathroom to her room (right across the hallway). So I do another lap, peek my head in the door and she's gone. Yup, you read that right, she's gone. For a split second I give her the benefit of the doubt and think she maybe went into another room to grab something, or to the kitchen and I totally missed her. But nope, she wasn't in any of the rooms. So I ask Brandon which way she went and he points down the hallway towards the garage. Again, for a split second I give her the benefit of the doubt and think maybe she's letting the dogs out. So I scream outside for her... (cricket's churping). So I go back inside and text Shannon "Your cousin is MIA". She writes me immediately then calls before I have a chance to read the message, whispering into the phone she's like "is she in my parents room? Is she in the garage? Are you kidding me? Seriously?" Then I hear her mom asking what's going on in the background and her having to tell her parents that her cousin is MIA. "We'll be home in a second". And she hangs up.

So they get home, Codi gets to eat and is all smiles. Brandon is still plastered in front of the cartoons. Shannon's parents come inside just long enough to give me a hard time about losing one of them on my first night of being able to babysit and then take off to find her. I'm not sure of the whole story, but they ended up finding her, and the house of one of her 32 year old male "friends" (did I mention she's 15?), drunk with no money.

And I will never live it down because I am now the babysitter who 'lost one of them'? But to defend myself here:

• I was asked to babysit the boys (you read her email...copied word for word). Not teenager sit.
• I was never technically told I had to watch her ever second they were gone because SHE MIGHT RUN AWAY!
• As far as I'm concerned, 2 out of 3 isn't bad.
• Especially if the 2 that made it out alive (and unharmed) were Shannon's actual kids!
• And as another important point, I am going to be a terrible mother when my kids become teenagers. I am WAY too trusting!
• Again, just to state the important part of my argument, SHANNON'S KIDS MADE IT OUT ALIVE AND UNHARMED.

Apparently Shannon's cousin had actually been planning on running away for a few days and knew that was probably her best shot because Shannon's parents were gonna be home any second, so she risked it, because really, what could I do? I had 2 small kids to watch after..I couldn't exactly chase her down the street even if I had seen/heard her leaving. And apparently she had even told her birth mother she planned on running away. And her birth mother declined to tell Shannon's parents this slightly important piece of information.

And again, SHANNON'S KID'S MADE IT OUT ALIVE AND UNHARMED.

Can I just say...

...that I feel like the clumsiest person in the world right now! In the past 2 weeks I have committed the following acts of (accidental) self-mutilation:

• Cutting my left hand middle finger with a J.K. Henkel (very nicely sharpened) knife while trying to mince garlic.
• Slammed my ring finger on my right hand between my sliding glass door and something that was apparently very sharp, quickly puncturing my fingertip and bruising my nail bed.
• Hurting my ankle in an accident that I still can't pin-point, it is swollen and hurts like a bitch.
• Stubbing my pinky tow on my left food so badly that i now have a blood blister underneath my nail bed.
• Scraping my big toe on my right foot while trying to dust (see!!!! this is what I get for trying to clean!!!).
• And...possibly the worst (or at least most painful), I just got a paper cut on one of my fingers!

Seriously, I need to take a vacation from work...and life...and just live in my big squishy bed where nothing can hurt me!

The good, the bad and the ugly...

I know I've probably lost a lot of my loyal readers out there (even Misguided Mommy has stopped harassing me about my lack of writing). When I first started this blog, I noticed I was generally writing about happy stuff, or funny stuff, or maybe just plain old boring stuff, but I rarely wrote about the bad stuff. The ugly stuff. Which should answer your question about why I haven't been writing much lately. Now trust when I say that I KNOW, in comparison to many peoples lives, the bad stuff that's been going on in mine is minor and will be a minor slice in the whole pie that will become my life when it's all said and done, but none the less, my life has been pretty sucky lately.

I've never been one to dwell on the less desirable parts of my life so I find it hard to talk about them, I always have (ask any of my friends...I don't talk, I silently contemplate and then cry myself to sleep). But I am going to start talking about the things, all of them, that have been going on lately. I'll probably bore you to tears, and you'll probably think I'm a self-loathing egomaniac who doesn't have anything better to think about but oh well, it's my life and maybe, something will ring true with one of my readers and maybe help them through a similar situation. Because trust me, some of this stuff, friend problems, money problems, and well, just life in general happens to everyone and hopefully by writing about it will I not only help myself through all of it, I might help someone else to.

So first of all, I promise I will be back this weekend. I promise. With more than just this. I promise.

Now for the really important stuff: cereal and popcorn makes a completely balanced dinner...right?

So the world hasn't collapse, but some days it just feels like it might.

Everyone has those days. Days where the fucking shit hits the fan and you just feel like crawling in bed, pulling the covers over your head and waiting for the storm to pass. Of course, anyone who, well has anything going on in their lives can't do that. But it's all started to settle, it's all starting to work itself out, like it always does. But it sure sucks when it hits the fan.

Last Monday was, well, one of those days. As a side note, all that's running through my head is that early 90's song "Just One of Those Days" by Monica.

So obviously Memphis is leaving soon, which sucks. This has been a crazy adventure that I was not at all prepare for, and I'm dealing with the aftermath of what happens when life happens to you, before you realize what's going on!

I was also still stressed out about my friend stuff going on, that I'm not gonna go into. It's not something I feel comfortable talking about it on my blog, at least not right now, but on top of those 2 things (Memphis leaving and this friend stuff), the following stuff all contributed to my insatiable desire to bury myself in my big, comfortable bed and never come out.

The day started out with some frustrating issues with my job. I'm in the process of changing positions and while I'm not gonna go into details about it, let's just leave it at it was a 'bad' work day.

My dad hasn't been feeling great for the past few weeks. After my mom mentioned his symptoms to a friend of her's, we suspected he has diabetes. This was confirmed this week and is not quite as serious as we first thought it might be. Luckily diabetes is a relatively manageable disease, but it is a dramatic life change for my dad, for my parents, for our family. It's something we will learn to life with, but finding out about just another ummm....I'm obviously not having one of my brilliant writing days because I can't think of a metaphor so we will just go with it added another match to the fire (does that work, I'm too tired to even figure out if that makes sense or not!).

I also made the mistake of finally asking my parents what the lump we had removed from my dog's paw a while ago (did I ever even mention that? My dog has a huge lump - ok, grape sized- that appeared on one of her front paws removed about a month and a half ago. The vet took forever to biopsy it and I kind of forgot about asking about what it actually was). It turns out that it was cancerous, but the vet said they removed it all and the rest of her bloodwork looked good so they weren't worried. But as I sat there playing with my pup that night I noticed another small lump on her other front paw. I fully admit that I could TOTALLY be over-reacting because I am worried it something serious, but it was like the straw that broke the camels back. After the day I had had, it was just too much. I was done, I couldn't handle anymore.

Since then, everything is working itself out, in one way or another, but thought I should share since I have been MIA for more than a week!

Do you ever feel?

Like life as you know it is collapsing in on you and there is nothing you can do about it? I'm too tired to go into it all right now but I'll explain it all soon. Sorry if I'm a little distant for the time being...

Memories...

Memphis is moving. I haven't been talking about him much because I am navigating the unknown here. I've never had a serious boyfriend, I've never been in love. And while neither of those things are true with Memphis, I've also never felt the way I do about him, had the kind of connection I have with him, with anyone else. When I first went looking for someone to break my dry spell, I never thought I would find someone that I really liked. But I did. Memphis and I have never taken things beyond a casual relationship but there is defiantly something there. It's just...well...I'm not sure, I've never been here before, but it is one hell of a lot of passion and friendship.

Back to where I started. He's moving. He's been talking about moving for close to 2 months now, seriously for about a month. Then he wavered and thought about staying around for a while but it's for sure now. In less than a month, he will be headed back across the country, back to the town he went to high school in, back to the town his brother lives in, back to the place he calls 'the closest thing I've know to home as anything'. He was honest from the start, he was a wanderer. He moves where the wind takes him, whenever it blows. It's part of what I found attractive in him, all the adventures he's had, all the places he's been and the people he knows. Of course that doesn't make it any less hard that he's leaving.

He has helped me grow as a person more than I could ever imagined someone could, in such a short period of time. He helped (unknowingly) restore a faith in me, in myself, that I had lost over the years of navigating this thing that has become my life. And I've felt things for him I've never felt for anybody else before. Ever since he first mentioned he might move, I've had this unquenchable desire to record these moments in time with him. The really cute ones, the really sweet ones, the REALLY hot ones. There is this one memory, from the other night, that was so unbelievable hot I just keep replaying it over and over in my head. But how do you do that? Can you even do that? I have this moments, these glimpses of time we've spent together that I want to hold on to. Everyone has memories, they are hidden in the recesses of our mind until we least expect them to surface, but they do. At the sight or smell of something, or upon hearing an old song, they come flooding back. I've never felt the desire to want to remember my memories before. But these moments, these moments with him, I keep playing over and over in my head, hoping they will never go away.

I'm glad I have a friend like this in my life...

Yesterday Shannon from Misguided Mommy and me were texting back and forth. The conversation originally started out with some serious stuff, but turned...umm...not so serious when I brought up a memory from when we were in high school (she had this great idea one night to put foam curlers in my hair...when we took them out in the morning I looked like I had gotten a bad perm and, if I remember correctly, might have started crying, or at least gotten really pissy, that I had to go to school with my hair like that). We were chatting about me being stressed because I am doing my own hair for a wedding this weekend that I am a bridesmaid in because I don't have the money to spend to get it done and then the conversation went something like this:

Shan's Cell: Hmmmm fri maybe we can try n do it if you want
Me: Thanks I think i am gonna screw with it tonite or tomor so if I really can't figure it out i might still be able to get it done
Me: And ummm the last time i trusted u with my hair u used foam curlers n i ended up with poodle curls
Shan's Cell: Shush butt nugget I was thinking a nice updo ass
Me: Ha i know just thought i would bring that up for my own entertainment
Shan's Cell: Y think it soooio funny
Me: U suck at texting
Shan's Cell: U suck at risotto
Me: Ugg that was harsh. But true. Sometimes the turth hurts :'C
Shan's Cell: Muahahahaha
Me: U r evil

Any of you who know Shannon know she can be ummm..."a name caller"...yeah, we'll go with that. Any chance she gets she'll call you a slut-muffin, a butt nuggett or a whore-bucket. Anyone who really knows her, knows she does this out of love. Those who don't know her many times find this offensive and she's had many an akward moment with new friends because they don't quite know how to respond to her...umm...'name calling'. And really, her talent for pulling harsh comments like 'u suck at risotto' out of no-where is uncanny, no-one else knows my dream of one day actually being able to make a good risotto except her...I try and I try...and I fail and I fail...

...just good to know I have friends in my life that I can have this sort of "mature" conversation with.

Do you have a friend lke this in your life that you have this sort of comfortable, ridiculousless with? Tell me your stories, stories like this one, that I am sure no-one except the 2 of you would really find funny?

Those spammers sure are getting creative.

I had a spam email waiting for me at work this morning titled "For: ginger Crazy Woman Goes On Dog Squeezing Rampage". Almost made me want to click on the link that said "Watch the Video". Almost.

The Simple Things in Life

Is there any better way to start your day than knowing you have a pair of shoes like this to wear?

(Side note: I actually meant to post this yesterday morning because I wore those yesterday but by the time I got to work I forgot I took the picture and sent it to myself via my blackberry and didn't remember until right now, but still felt I needed to share by beautiful shoes with you).

(Side note #2 (mainly for Shannon): NO, I did not buy ANOTHER pair of shoes. My mom bought them for me. Along with 2 other pairs of shoes, for a belated birthday shopping trip last weekend).

Always remember...

Men are like light bulbs...just keep screwing until you find one that works!

I've been watching the show "Swingtown" lately and I love it. So juicy and dirty without being actually juicy and dirty. This is just a little tidbit of knowledge I just heard on the show.

Total Chaos

The title said it all. That what the following words are going to be...total chaos (much resembling my life at the moment):

• You know you've probably worked too many hours in a week (47 hours currently, it will probably be around 57 by the end of my work week tomorrow) when getting in your car to drive home you realize that you just threw your Ipod shuffle and your FM transmitter in the dumpster outside your work. Hey, at least I realized it before it was too late. Oddly, it was the second time this afternoon I had to dig threw garbage to get something I needed.
• Damn it, I swear I had a whitty factoid for my second bullet.
• I hate training new employees. Especially when they are my 'kind-of' replacement (as she not-so-confidently-with-questioning-in-her-voice-likeshewasn'tquitesurewhatshegotherselfinto mentioned this afternoon). Did I mention (probably not) that I am changing positions at my work. I am staying with the same company, but have decided to move over into Sales and Marketing as of Sept. 1st.
• Memphis and I had a record-breaking sexercise class this past Friday. So our normal routine is to attack each other the second he walks through my door, have sex, then lounge around and chat for a while, then have sex again, then lounge around again, then if it's a good night, have sex again. Normally this whole routine lasts a few hours. This past Friday, he got to my house around 10:30pm...he left around 2:30pm...there was no talking. Well, there was talking but nothing I'm about to share here. And it never lasted long. You knew I had to through a juicy detail in my chaotic post.
• I went to Las Vegas for work on Monday. Just for the day. It was a good day. Mostly because it started out with me standing in the airport security line behind a women with a 1 1/2 foot long giant zucchini in her purse. Have you ever seen that episode of Sex and the City where Carrie gets called for jury duty and there is the guy with the briefcase who has a random piece of fruit (like a mango, and a coconut and a pineapple) in his briefcase everyday? That's what this reminded me of. Or maybe it was 5:15am and I was delirious. Or maybe it was a combination of the 2. I also got to eat at Panera (mmmmm) and eat coconut frozen yogurt for my lunch-dessert. It was a good day. Long, but good.
• I am super stressed out about some financial stuff that I'm not quite ready to talk about. And some personal stuff too. I will, but not yet. This is probably why I haven't had much to blog about.
• Before right now, I haven't done my dishes since this past Thursday (yup, 7 days!). And yes, I had dishes. Lots of them. I was almost disgusted with my own nastiness. Almost. Fear not, I have a clean kitchen finally. Well, my dishes are done anyways.
• I'm exhausted and I'm going to bed.

The cutest thing...

Last night I was at Shannon's house, and, anyone that has ever read her blog, knows how adorable her kids are. But I just can't get over when little kids do super cute things so I feel I must share this moment with you all.

Last night when I got to her house, I went to set my purse on some tall bar stool/chair things they have. Brandon was walking by so I said Hi and he ran over, jumped up on the bar stools and said hi, and grabbed his gum, which was sitting up on the counter. Shannon and I were talking and Brandon pulls out 2 pieces of gum and hand's me one. When I didn't immediately notice he was sharing with me, he said "Ginger...HI!" and then "Here, want gum?"...so cute.

A glimpse into my mind...

At my work, on occasion, we have to use our local competitor because they offer a few services that we do not, that unfortunately we have not started offering yet. So yesterday I had to go to their office to ... umm...'request some services" (I'm trying to be general, as to not give away too much about where I work, although I'm sure I've probably already mentioned details, but oh well...). I don't like our competitor. For the obvious reasons that they are, well, my company's primary local competition. But mainly because the people that work for this company suck-ass. They are rude, they are inconsiderate and they are just plain assholes. And I realize that I work for the competition, but to them, I should be another customer. I bring them work, we pay them money. I am a customer. But they treat me like shit. Which isn't surprising, because they treat all of the customers this way. Which (to get in a little bragging) is why many of their customers start using us. Anywho...I went to their office and when I turned in to their driveway, smack dab in the middle of their driveway, was a road-kill skunk. Their entire parking area smelled skunkish and they had roadkill in their driveway!

Now the point of my post. I found this incredibly satisfying. I hate them, and I LOVED the fact that they had a nasty road-kill skunk stinking up their parking lot and that even though it was 4 in the afternoon, no-one had take the effort to remove it, or even push it to the side. So every one of their customers had to drive over it, and smell it, while visiting their office. So gross...but so satisfying. I never said I wasn't a little sick and twisted.

The Bachelorette Party

This past weekend we threw a bachelorette party for one of my best friends who is getting married on August. The theme was (well at least unofficially) "Burlesque Gone Haywire". We had the best intentions of making a whole burlesque theme, and of buying a corset for my friend to wear all night, and of wearing pink and black and white (the pink idea came from a burlesque cabaret/restaurant called the Pink Door, that we all ate at when we were visiting her in Seattle once). Anywho, parts of our theme worked out great, others...not so much. Either way, we had a blast. Some pics to highlight the evening...

Leading the woman of the hour throw a casino blindfolded, we found out, not the easiest thing...but entertaining! Can you think of anything better than being greeted by a giant plastic pecker? I sure can't! And by the way, apparently my digital camera sucks ass and takes blurry pictures half the time.

Some of the girls..

First we went to dinner and on our way back to our room to change for Round 2 of the evening we came across this guy who (quite on his own accord) volunteered to be our stripper for the evening. Which was good because budget didn't quite allow us to spend $200 for an hour with a stripper...I'm sorry, and maybe this is just me, but if I'm spending $200.00 for an hour with a half naked man, I better get more out of the situation that a little looky-looky. But like I said, that's just me.

Getting the party girl dressed for Round 2...like I said, we were going for a burlesque them (gone haywire) so she had to wear a corset for the evening. As a side note, seriously considering buying one because HELLO..LOOK AT THE GIRLS! I even had a hard time not checking out her boobs all night.

The group (minus one who is taking the picture)...Notice me, there in the middle, looking quite sexy and sophisticated in my little jacket..yeah, I know, you already noticed, didn't you?

Seriously, they are such dorks. And yes, those are little silver penises on her head.

In situations like this, I find it's best not to ask questions. You just find our later on you didn't want to know the answer..

Umm, again, best not to ask. BUUUUTTTT, you do need to take note..see that girl in the black..this may be the only photographic evidence of her ever dancing. She was such a good sport (although after a few drinks the fact that she hates to dance became somewhat irrelevant).

Desperate situations call for desperate measures...when you can't afford a stripper, give the woman of the hour a lap dance yourself. Or let one of the other girls do it!

Yeah, I have no idea...but they were fun, they were Canadians. From my experience, Canadians are always a good time, and they know how to drink. And yes he is swiping a credit card (and American Express which is even funnier because they are Canadian..ok, maybe only I found that funny) through her cleavage.
Holy aftermath (aka the next morning)

And, remember how I said there's nothing better than being greeted with a giant plastic pecker...well try waking up to one. My view from the floor where I spend the evening.

So there it is, what I spent last Saturday night (well into Sunday morning...) doing.

Help me out here.

Ok, so when your own blog starts writing you letters telling you that you don't blog often enough, it's probably a sign you need to blog more often.


I promise I'll have an actual post (not just an "I'm sorry, I'm a horrible blogger, post). But now I am too tired to write anything except this.


I get it. I haven't been a good blogger. It's not because stuff isn't going on. Actually there are a lot things going on. But not stuff that I necessarily feel comfortable talking about on my blog. So because my mind has been tied up elsewhere, I've been a loss of what else to blog about.


Soooooo....here we go. From my dedicated readers who keep checking back here day after day, with no new, inspirational words from me (because I know how inspiration my writing is!), I ask you for some ideas. My plan is to give my blog a little more structure, at least for a little while, until I get my writin' mojo back. So here is my challenge for you all:


I want ideas from you all for ideas for me to write about. I may not actually write about all the things suggested, but feel free to suggest anything. Who knows what I might share with you if the right questions are asked. So ask away my loyal readers...ask away..