The Disease

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

It's VD.

So freakin' what?

That's all.

Seriously. For now. Or maybe forever. I don't know. Kids are screaming. Typical. So what? Anyway. Not sure.

About much.

Is this confusing? to you? to me? To me. It is.

Hearts. Flowers. Cards. Kisses.

Smooches.

Hugs. I love you's.

What about tomorrow?

Fights. Screams. Whines.

I should be hoarse from the screams.

Pizza is good.

Is that all?

Or are you wondering where this is going?

Me too. Where is it going?

Have no clue.

Think I'll go. For now. For maybe ever.

Nah, just kiddin' witcha.

Witcha witcha coo coo.
Happy Valentine's Day to you.
Hope you got a little somethin-somethin.

Question: How many of you want sex for Valentine's Day?

Would you choose:
A. Sex
B. Candy and Flowers
C. Three uninterupted hours to yourself
D. Dinner out
E. Sleep

What's your answer?

Random

I love Swishy's random stuff and thought since I don't have anything major to say, I'd do a Random Tuesday post. And yep, Blogger caught up with me so now I have the supposedly new and improved Blogger crap.

We'll see.

Now, on to Random:

I don't feel well. It's not the flu but it might be. It's like a two-ton elephant is pressing his right foot below my breastbone, just lightly enough that I can still inhale, but hard enough that it hurts, and it makes me feel nauseous. It's not gas.

Chicago in February sucks. Snow day today. All this snow has taken away the after-vacation-glow and entered me into my usual winter depression.

I'm now afraid to take Xanax because of what happened on vacation.

Added: Just found out from my 16-year-old neighbor that I'm quoted in Glamour's March issue, about Mortifying Moments. Hellooo? I thought it was the quote about my first orgasm, which will air sometime in a later issue (Dear God), so when the neighbor called me to tell me this, I WAS MORTIFIED thinking it was the OTHER quote!

I can feel the rolls of my gut settling over the elastic of my underwear.

I haven't showered since Sunday.

I don't really feel like eating.

Now that vacation is over, I can focus all my thoughts on the NOVEL. Which is annoying as heck because I don't want to be all-consumed over an editor reading it and falling in love with it (see above Xanax reference and not taking it).

It's dark in my house right now.

I'm looking around my office to try to find something interesting to write about.

There is nothing.

It's pretty sad when a family of five runs out of Mac-N-Cheese, isn't it?

The day after we got home from Cabo, we booked a trip to Florida. I love Chicago, but I also hate Chicago.

Even though I was sick the first day of vacation from five+ margaritas with amaretto toppers on them, I still managed to suck back a bunch of the freshest mojitos you will ever have, and a handful of pina coladas with Kahlua toppers. (I'm big on the added-shot-bonus)

Our drink bill for the week was massive.

It's seems like there is so much to do, so much to get started doing, but I'm not up for a project.

These projects include: showering, folding laundry, and feeding my children.

Does this sound like a whiny, snivelling, pathetic and depressing post to you? Wouldn't you be depressed if just last week you were surrounded by scenery like this,

and now you're stuck inside the scenery that evokes images from The Shining?
Yeah, me too.

Cabo Photos, More

Details to follow, but make sure to scroll all the way down as there are two posts with photos.

One important lesson learned: Never think it's OK to take one Xanax pre-flight, one Xanax mid-flight, and then have five margaritas each with a topper shot in the same day.

You'll land in the bathroom with your head in the toilet. Just sayin'...

Cabo Photos

Details to follow... but, isn't it beautiful?

Home Snow Home

Home. Freezing. Good to be back?

Details on trip later, but let's just say, I'd go back in a heartbeat.

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I will not be blogging because I will be in Mexico doing any or all of the following:

Not worrying about my weight.

Now caring what I look like in my suit.

Drinking frothy fun beachy cocktails during the day.

Wining and dining during the night.

Sunbathing, snoozing, reading, relaxing.

Shopping, watching the Bears in a cheesy Mexican bar Sunday night

Or...

Shopping while the men watch the Bears in a cheesy Mexican bar.

Doing tequila shots.

Taking naps.

Playing with the kids, a little bit.

Breathing in deeply.

Breathing in the warm air, the warm sun, the ocean breezes.

Having S E X...

Maybe... (sorry Mom, but yeah, I'll do it on vacation!)

Getting Buzzed.

Eating good food.

Whale watching (and NO, I WILL NOT BE LOOKING AT MYSELF IN THE MIRROR FOR THIS!)

Playing with my nephew.

Laughing with my brother and sister-in-law.

Letting brother and sister-in-law's Nanny AND her sister help the kids with homework.

Letting brother and sister-in-law's Nanny AND her sister watch the kids while we go out at night.

Drinking margaritas.

Reading books.

Taking naps. I think I said these things already but I just have to make sure I get everything on my list.

Not worrying about the fate of 40 Weeks.

Not checking email, blogs, writing (OK, maybe some chicken-scratching here and there!)...

And, because I am already packed and ready to go, and because it is 17 years tonight that I met my husband, and because he closed the office early and made plans to get together with a couple of guy friends at a bar, I am going to take my ass up to that bar, bring him a HAPPY ANNIVERSARY balloon and have a drink with him.

THE EFFER DIDN'T EVEN CALL ME TODAY OR INVITE ME TO DRINK WITH HIM...

I'll show him!

It'll either be the beginning of a great vacation or it'll set the stage for a crappy week. Who knows? Who cares? But I am READY TO LET GO AND HAVE SOME FUN!

Peace UP! And yes, Mom and Stacy, I know it is really PEACE OUT! Duh.

So Much for That!

Yesterday, I was pretending I was Diva for a Day, going to the health club, doing a strength training class, then later, hitting the tanning spa for 20 minutes so I am not sticky-pale white in Mexico, and of course, it is necessary to have a pedicure before a beach vacation, as the toes will soon be nekkid for all to view.

And the color I chose is quite a popular OPI one: Oh To Be 25 Again.

Have you ever read all the colors on the OPI nail polishes? I think that would be my dream job--to sit in a room all day and look at colors and decide what would be a fun name for it. The names are so original and fun and funky! And they even now have a timely OPI Mexican Collection of colors. How fun.

And today continued a little like yesterday; I bopped around the house, and actually packed for all three kids and me completely today! And we don't leave till Saturday. I am on the ball! Then I went and got a waxy-waxerson, did the treadmill and then hit the tan bed for another quick 20-minute zap-o-matic.

Things were moving along pretty well. I figured out clothing choices for the trip, felt like I had done well enough on the diet, working out prior to this trip, and was happy to get all the packing mostly out of the way.

Then the bus came. And Diva got out. And her ears were cracking, and they hurt. I ignored it. I took them all to get beach-vacation haircuts, then as we got into the car, she started crying about her ears.

I took her to the pediatrician.

Ear infection.

I am SUPER MOMMY!

Don't you just love it when you sense something is not quite right with your kid, and you make that split decision to call the doctor two days before you leave for Mexico, just to have her ears looked at, and YAY! It's an ear infection!

I knew it.

And now we've got the antibiotic here, and she's started it, and she'll be hopefully fine on the plane and we can all go enjoy a family vacation. And just in time because it's supposed to be a high of eight degrees here on Saturday.

Hasta La Vista! Baby.

Peace UP!

PS--Tomorrow marks the 17th (OMG!!!) anniversary of the day I met hubby.