see ya!

ugh, i should not have to work so hard the day before vacation. much less, i shouldn't have to do this hard work on the plane home to TX, and then all afternoon in TX when i should be playing with my adorable neice.

oh well. i'm off to me-hee-co! it's time for a long weekend in playa del carmen with my mom, my best friend, and her mom.

hasta luego!

it's all in my head

i have started blogging at night over the past few weeks.

oh, what's that you say? you haven't read my posts? really???

oh wait, that's because they don't get published on blogger.com. all these posts are being published in my head as i get ready for bed at night.

getting ready for bed is my down time, my decompression time after a long day at work. as i stand there in my bathroom and take off my eye makeup, i start to rehash all the events that have happened during the day. the good, the bad, the ugly. for the most part, it's the bad and the ugly. we all know it's easier to remember the bad. and the ugly usually makes a better story.

while performing the simple tasks of washing my face and brushing my teeth, i actually form very eloquent and funny posts in my head. i even go so far as to edit the stories, coming up with better ways of phrasing things than what originally came to mind.

as i finish up and get into bed, i tell myself to remember everything i've created so i can publish the post the following day, and share my brilliance with the world. but everyday the time seems to slip from me and a whole day will go by without me even thinking about visiting blogger. next thing i know i'm standing in my bathroom again, starting to take off my eye makeup, and a new post begins in my head.

it's sad for me that i can't write as often as i'd like. but at least i have my night blogging.

pick my car

i'm having the damnedest time trying to decide what color car to get. go to the site below, click on "Colors" and pick me a car!

http://www.fordvehicles.com/crossovers/edge/

and yes, i'm a ford girl. i may live in a city of hippies with priuses (no offense to hippies with priuses), but i'm a texan. i like me a good ford. no comments necessary, thanks.

you're pretty okay, yourself.

i am halfway through a boot camp that i enrolled in 2 weeks ago. so 3 days a week, at 5:30am, a group of ladies meet down at a pier near fisherman's wharf and we basically lunge and squat for an hour. it feels invigorating, and i love doing it. i'm actually sad that it will be over in 2 weeks, because i know i won't have the motivation to do the exercises on my own.

though i feel better, i don't look any different yet. saddlebags are still there, my butt is still droopy, my thighs flubber. and last night as i was changing into my pj's, tim walked by and surveyed my rear view as i stood there in my hanky pankys. and he kind of chuckled. (nice, i know.)

"sorry babe, if you wanted a hot wife, you should have married someone else," i said.

"you're hot babe," he said, which is what i was hoping he would say, whether he meant it or not.

"yeah right," i shot back. but what i meant was "tell me more about how hot i am."

and he came back with a frank and honest zinger. i know he wasn't aware he was zinging me, that's just how tim operates. "you're pretty hot."

wow. be still my beating heart. i tried to come up with something that made him feel average and just adequate, but i was at a loss.

i proceeded to put on frumpy sleepwear, and then got the dog to sleep between us.