I was leaning up against the counter, peanut butter jar in one hand an a Hershey's bar in the other. I was running low on time and to be honest there wasn't anything that sounded better than a Hershey's bar dipped in peanut butter. So, I broke the bar into little pieces and dipped them in my peanut butter. It was like heaven swimming around my mouth. The mix of that creamy peanut butter and the frozen Hershey's bar was a food-gasm. Dave stared at me for a moment and then we continued our conversation. I told myself I got my chocolate fix, for that headache that had been forming, and peanut butter was filled with protein. And to be honest, I wasn't hungry again for about 7 hours after that. So peanut butter and chocolate for the win! Right? No, not really.
I noticed a pattern, after I ate my breakfast of champions, that this is as close to the definition of insanity as I can get. I do things over and over and over again expecting different results. But always getting the same ones. I can't eat like I'm the last one at the buffet and they close in 30 minutes. I don't know what I expect to find when I get on the scale. I didn't do anything different so why would my weight go down? Yet every time I get on the scale I get irritated by the numbers not going down. HHmm. Ponder and wonder.
I decided to remind myself on a daily basis about my red dress project. So I had Lexi write the word dress on the inside of both of my wrists in red ink. I am going to see if that serves as a reminder to think about what I eat. Becky and I decided it was also time to get back to the basics of exercise. To what it was we were doing when we were happiest. So tonight I hit the treadmill for 60 minutes and then it is time to hit the weights. Back to the old routine. Back to strength training that actually meant something. Back to achy muscles and stiff bodies and sore joints. Back to the smile that comes from a good work out and a body that is starting to feel the effects. I'm so excited I could scream and I just might.
I'm not going to lie, since I told y'all about the peanut butter and Hershey's thing I am really thinking about it. Um Yum Yum Yum. That is part of my problem. When something gets in my head I can fight all I want but it always seems to end with me having the thing I didn't want to have in the first place. I would say sleep is one of the few things that distracts me, but it isn't. I ate a bowl of tortilla chips at 3 this morning. Lexi caught me and instead of putting them away I just said yep, I'm doing it, oh well. That is a mind frame I have to get myself out of. But damn is it hard.
I'll be honest about something else. I am exhausted. I was eating chips at 3 a.m. because I couldn't sleep for the life or me. My hips were killing me and my legs were radiating pain and I was irritable and tired. But I couldn't sleep. Not that chips help. But they were there and I was bored and I ate most of them before the guilt kicked in.
One more moment of honesty. I need a nap. So I am going to cut this short. I feel like I am jipping you of something. Maybe it is my wit or charming personality. Maybe it is my in depth look at drama queens and the drama they bring with them or maybe it is just the fact that I know how to laugh and pray and hope and dream and share all of it with you. Who knows. All I know is that if this doesn't make sense I'm sorry. I'm so tired I'm falling asleep at the keyboard.
So we pray.
Dear God, Thank You for today. Thank You for the blessings of a family that loves each others so much. Thank You for traditions. I can't even tell You how much I missed Friday Night Taco Night with the family. Thank You for letting me spend time with these wonderful people. Thank You for children who are so interested in history and who want to know as much about their family and the worlds they lived in. I know that their questions brought a lot of happiness today. Thank You for loving me and blessing me. In Your name we pray. Amen
Sunday, September 30, 2012
Sunday, September 23, 2012
Confessions of a Bi Polar Drama Queen
Hi, My name is Tina and I am a recovering drama queen. It has been at least a few hours since I heard juicy gossip. It has been almost 24 hours since I said a word about someone else and it has been a while since I intentionally started drama. I look at "drama queening" like over eating. You cant live with out food, well I cant live without a little bit of drama.
I have been dramatic since I was a little girl my grandma used to call me Sarah Bernhardt I had a flair for the dramatic a country mile wide. One Christmas when I was little I sang at the top of my lungs at the Christmas pageant so that my great gram down the street could hear me. I never stopped singing loudly. I just added hand movements and such with it. When I was in elementary school I wrote "Amy has big boobs" on the door of the bathroom stall. I was caught, obviously, because I wrote it in the girls bathroom during girl scouts and I made no attempt to change my handwriting. In my defense Amy did have big boobs. But I was jealous of them and I wanted to make them pay damn it. Well her boobs weren't the ones scrubbing the bathroom stalls after this came down. The moral of the story should be not to say anything mean or hurtful or whatever about others. I learned to go to the men's room and write with my left hand.
High School was when the full Drama Queen came out. I don't know if it was breathing the air in that building but something inside of me cried out for drama and I fed that something.I gave that bitch some drama-chip cookies and an attitude-shake. Oh it was insane to say the least. I was naive as a freshman. I had lived in Mayberry all my life so High School was culture shock for me. It was like throwing a country mouse in a city sewer and seeing if it could survive. I knew nothing about anything. So when I asked the guy I was seeing, Scott, to go to Turn About I was preparing for a dance the equivalent of prom. I was talking about ties and cumber buns and blah blah blah. He shook his head at me and when he finally broke up with me (FINALLY) I did my best to be the Drama Queen I knew I had in me. I stalked him. Oh yes I did. I would leave him dumb ass notes in his locker, walk up different stairs to see him, talk to my friend about my "boyfriend" in front of him and call him house and hang up. Yep I was that girl! This is about the time we found out I was Bi-Polar. I know it explains a lot now, but back then it was just plain old creepy. So to Scott, I am sorry. I wasn't in my right mind at all. Wasn't in my left one either.
Scott was not the last one to deal with freaky Tina. Oh no. I think that every boyfriend dealt with her to an extent. All but one. When he moved "suddenly" I don't remember ever being happier. Different story there. Drama doesn't end with guys, ha, drama likes to make her way into everything. Work, school, friends, baby daddy's. Now there was drama. I confess that I LIVED off the drama that came with Lexi's dad. He was like the cherry on a big fat Drama cake and I came with a fork and spoon. I don't know how many times we broke up, but I knew I couldn't live without him. At least not then. I confess that his drama made me feel better about myself and I think that is what drama is all about.
I will not say that I have been drama free since I met my husband. That would be a laughing lie. But I will say this. He has helped me to purge some of the drama. Him and my psychiatrist, my psychologist and Becky. They are my D.Q.A. (Drama Queens Anonymous.) But I just outed them so there goes the anonymous. I have seen my big fish get smaller and smaller. My country mile wide is getting a little more narrow. The country mouse is now just a mouse. I don't know if it is that I am tired of it or if it is I see people who are like me and they irritate the piss out of me. My talky doc said maybe its because I see in them the things that irritate me the most about me. Whatever it is I want to bitch slap some people and tell them "There is only room for one Queen in this room and I am holding the tiara." But shock treatment has made me more than happy to say, "Here is the tiara, enjoy!"
Now I live on the Outskirts of Dramaville. I am still a member of society but my drama is much smaller. Things like my dog passed away. I need to get the van fixed so I have heat in the winter. My kids are the Antichrist. And laughing behind someones back because they are way way to dramatic to be real.
Whatever the case might be I feel better on this side of the drama city limits.
Well time for a little prayer.
Dear God, Thank You for today. Thank You for loving me and making me your child. Thank You for the friends in my life, those who have kept it interesting and those who have helped to ground me. They are to numerous to list. Thank You for the family that dealt with me for all these years and saw through all the drama to the Tina who was waiting underneath. God please be with my Grandma Kelly and my Uncle Marlin as they continue on their journeys. Please be with my dear friend Sandee as she recovers from the shock of losing her brother. Please be with his wife Kathy. She may have been one of the people I had high drama with but she was a good person and she is suffering greatly right now. Please help to comfort them all. In your name I pray. Amen
I have been dramatic since I was a little girl my grandma used to call me Sarah Bernhardt I had a flair for the dramatic a country mile wide. One Christmas when I was little I sang at the top of my lungs at the Christmas pageant so that my great gram down the street could hear me. I never stopped singing loudly. I just added hand movements and such with it. When I was in elementary school I wrote "Amy has big boobs" on the door of the bathroom stall. I was caught, obviously, because I wrote it in the girls bathroom during girl scouts and I made no attempt to change my handwriting. In my defense Amy did have big boobs. But I was jealous of them and I wanted to make them pay damn it. Well her boobs weren't the ones scrubbing the bathroom stalls after this came down. The moral of the story should be not to say anything mean or hurtful or whatever about others. I learned to go to the men's room and write with my left hand.
High School was when the full Drama Queen came out. I don't know if it was breathing the air in that building but something inside of me cried out for drama and I fed that something.I gave that bitch some drama-chip cookies and an attitude-shake. Oh it was insane to say the least. I was naive as a freshman. I had lived in Mayberry all my life so High School was culture shock for me. It was like throwing a country mouse in a city sewer and seeing if it could survive. I knew nothing about anything. So when I asked the guy I was seeing, Scott, to go to Turn About I was preparing for a dance the equivalent of prom. I was talking about ties and cumber buns and blah blah blah. He shook his head at me and when he finally broke up with me (FINALLY) I did my best to be the Drama Queen I knew I had in me. I stalked him. Oh yes I did. I would leave him dumb ass notes in his locker, walk up different stairs to see him, talk to my friend about my "boyfriend" in front of him and call him house and hang up. Yep I was that girl! This is about the time we found out I was Bi-Polar. I know it explains a lot now, but back then it was just plain old creepy. So to Scott, I am sorry. I wasn't in my right mind at all. Wasn't in my left one either.
Scott was not the last one to deal with freaky Tina. Oh no. I think that every boyfriend dealt with her to an extent. All but one. When he moved "suddenly" I don't remember ever being happier. Different story there. Drama doesn't end with guys, ha, drama likes to make her way into everything. Work, school, friends, baby daddy's. Now there was drama. I confess that I LIVED off the drama that came with Lexi's dad. He was like the cherry on a big fat Drama cake and I came with a fork and spoon. I don't know how many times we broke up, but I knew I couldn't live without him. At least not then. I confess that his drama made me feel better about myself and I think that is what drama is all about.
I will not say that I have been drama free since I met my husband. That would be a laughing lie. But I will say this. He has helped me to purge some of the drama. Him and my psychiatrist, my psychologist and Becky. They are my D.Q.A. (Drama Queens Anonymous.) But I just outed them so there goes the anonymous. I have seen my big fish get smaller and smaller. My country mile wide is getting a little more narrow. The country mouse is now just a mouse. I don't know if it is that I am tired of it or if it is I see people who are like me and they irritate the piss out of me. My talky doc said maybe its because I see in them the things that irritate me the most about me. Whatever it is I want to bitch slap some people and tell them "There is only room for one Queen in this room and I am holding the tiara." But shock treatment has made me more than happy to say, "Here is the tiara, enjoy!"
Now I live on the Outskirts of Dramaville. I am still a member of society but my drama is much smaller. Things like my dog passed away. I need to get the van fixed so I have heat in the winter. My kids are the Antichrist. And laughing behind someones back because they are way way to dramatic to be real.
Whatever the case might be I feel better on this side of the drama city limits.
Well time for a little prayer.
Dear God, Thank You for today. Thank You for loving me and making me your child. Thank You for the friends in my life, those who have kept it interesting and those who have helped to ground me. They are to numerous to list. Thank You for the family that dealt with me for all these years and saw through all the drama to the Tina who was waiting underneath. God please be with my Grandma Kelly and my Uncle Marlin as they continue on their journeys. Please be with my dear friend Sandee as she recovers from the shock of losing her brother. Please be with his wife Kathy. She may have been one of the people I had high drama with but she was a good person and she is suffering greatly right now. Please help to comfort them all. In your name I pray. Amen
Sunday, September 16, 2012
His name was Bruce
He was old when we met him. He was skin and bones, weak and blind and he had a big smile on his face. Dave had to help him out of the truck, he was afraid of just those few steps. They were so far down and he was so fragile. He wasn't suppose to stay here for more than a day or two while we looked for a forever home for him. But he stayed much longer10 months to be exact. I called him my old man from the start. He didn't have tags, just an old worn out collar. I looked for his owner for over a week, while trying to find someone who wanted a half blind half deaf old shaggy golden retriever. No one had a place for him. Especially not in December and not in as bad a shape as he was.
I fattened him up. He got more food then the other three dogs combined. He took over my chair and lived in it the whole time he was here. In the spring he had put on weight and he was running as fast as his old achy hips would allow it. But the summer was hot and it wore him down. Lately he hadn't made it out the door before he would go to the bathroom and after the shame of it showed on his face. We didn't yell at him, we would just tell him it was OK, we knew he didn't mean it. Yesterday his hips gave out on him. He couldn't get up unassisted. His smile wasn't there. He was a sad dog who was in a lot of pain. Today he fell asleep under the tree in the yard and he didn't wake up.
I knew it was coming but that didn't make it any easier. The kids were devastated. I felt for my poor husband. Not only did he find him but he buried him and made a cross as a marker. He didn't want to leave my old man unprotected while he was gone for the day. When the kids and I got home we had a small service and sang Amazing Grace. Now we all go to our own corners and grieve. My grief is here, writing this. Rest in peace Bruce, we are sure going to miss you!!
Well the 11th passed and I stuck to my plan. The Red Dress Project is under way.Here are my stats. I cant tell you what they were before but I know as of Friday they are this
Weight 248
Chest 48 5/8
Waist 43 1/4
Hips 48 3/4
Thigh 27 1/8
Arm 12 9/16
I have been going regularly to physical therapy for my hip. I have noticed that I have more movement in the hip but there are times I leave there and I am sore for days. Not just the right hip but the left hip too. I am a barrel of monkeys, let me tell you. But I did decide to get back to running. I notice my hips feel better when I do it. So I started again. I am taking it slow. I don't want to kill myself.
So my goal for October 11th is this. I want to lose 6 pounds. I want to loose a combined total of 3 inches. I know I can do it, its just a matter of using the will power and positive re-enforcement. I know I am better than all that weight I am carrying around. I refuse to let it own me any more.
I want to say a special prayer for my friends Sandee. Yesterday her brother went into the hospital with breathing troubles and early this morning he passed away. Sandee is a dear friend of mine. She has helped to motivate me and she has made me smile and laugh and look at life differently. Two months ago Sandee's mom died. My heart goes out to her family. Please take a moment and say a prayer for her.
So time for a little prayer and then I am going to go and be.
Dear God, Thank You for today. Thank You for the wonderful people who surround me and love me. Thank You for the chance to know and love one your your sweetest creations. Bruce is home with You and I know one day I will see him again. Thank You for the fellowship at the church picnic today. Thank You for all things big and small. God please be with my Grandma Kelly and my Uncle Marlin. Help them and comfort them. God please be with Sandee and her dad at this their saddest hour. Please be with Pastor Wahl. I know it was your hand that helped to steady him this morning as he told us the news. Please be with those who are sick. Hold their hand and guide them. I Do Believe, Help me Overcome My Unbelief. Mark 9:24 In your name we pray Amen.
I fattened him up. He got more food then the other three dogs combined. He took over my chair and lived in it the whole time he was here. In the spring he had put on weight and he was running as fast as his old achy hips would allow it. But the summer was hot and it wore him down. Lately he hadn't made it out the door before he would go to the bathroom and after the shame of it showed on his face. We didn't yell at him, we would just tell him it was OK, we knew he didn't mean it. Yesterday his hips gave out on him. He couldn't get up unassisted. His smile wasn't there. He was a sad dog who was in a lot of pain. Today he fell asleep under the tree in the yard and he didn't wake up.
I knew it was coming but that didn't make it any easier. The kids were devastated. I felt for my poor husband. Not only did he find him but he buried him and made a cross as a marker. He didn't want to leave my old man unprotected while he was gone for the day. When the kids and I got home we had a small service and sang Amazing Grace. Now we all go to our own corners and grieve. My grief is here, writing this. Rest in peace Bruce, we are sure going to miss you!!
Well the 11th passed and I stuck to my plan. The Red Dress Project is under way.Here are my stats. I cant tell you what they were before but I know as of Friday they are this
Weight 248
Chest 48 5/8
Waist 43 1/4
Hips 48 3/4
Thigh 27 1/8
Arm 12 9/16
I have been going regularly to physical therapy for my hip. I have noticed that I have more movement in the hip but there are times I leave there and I am sore for days. Not just the right hip but the left hip too. I am a barrel of monkeys, let me tell you. But I did decide to get back to running. I notice my hips feel better when I do it. So I started again. I am taking it slow. I don't want to kill myself.
So my goal for October 11th is this. I want to lose 6 pounds. I want to loose a combined total of 3 inches. I know I can do it, its just a matter of using the will power and positive re-enforcement. I know I am better than all that weight I am carrying around. I refuse to let it own me any more.
I want to say a special prayer for my friends Sandee. Yesterday her brother went into the hospital with breathing troubles and early this morning he passed away. Sandee is a dear friend of mine. She has helped to motivate me and she has made me smile and laugh and look at life differently. Two months ago Sandee's mom died. My heart goes out to her family. Please take a moment and say a prayer for her.
So time for a little prayer and then I am going to go and be.
Dear God, Thank You for today. Thank You for the wonderful people who surround me and love me. Thank You for the chance to know and love one your your sweetest creations. Bruce is home with You and I know one day I will see him again. Thank You for the fellowship at the church picnic today. Thank You for all things big and small. God please be with my Grandma Kelly and my Uncle Marlin. Help them and comfort them. God please be with Sandee and her dad at this their saddest hour. Please be with Pastor Wahl. I know it was your hand that helped to steady him this morning as he told us the news. Please be with those who are sick. Hold their hand and guide them. I Do Believe, Help me Overcome My Unbelief. Mark 9:24 In your name we pray Amen.
Sunday, September 9, 2012
Where does it go?
Where does the time go? Really! Today I spent most of the day trying to get Austins room cleaned and his fish tank set up. I started this project at about 11 this morning. At 8:30 p.m. I started this blog. Then I got side tracked and started again at 11:15 p.m. Austins room isn't completely cleaned. I ran out of steam. His fish tank is set up, but as of right now there are no fish. Maybe this week. But I have no idea where all the hours went! I mean 9 hours and I cant really say I got accomplished what I wanted to get accomplished. Where did it go?
Where did the time go last month? What the hell happened to August. August is usually my hang at the beach do nothing but wish the kids were back in school month. But I wasn't there in August. I wasn't a beach bum. I was ready for the kids to go back to school, but then I thought about how quickly the time had gone by. I barely worked out in August. My desire, my push, my motivation were all gone. They flew right out the window. I let Austins meningitis throw me off course. I let myself have all that time off, and I rationalized why I wasn't at the gym. I pulled a muscle in my back after that. Doc ordered me to bed rest for a week. A WEEK! That seems so short and so long. After day two I was going nuts. Dave told me I would never get better if I didn't stop. So I did. So there is another reason I wasn't at the gym. Then poison ivy came my way. Next thing I know I excused myself out of a month of gym time. Where did August go? It didn't feel like a month. But it was.
On the 7th my baby turned 12. Where did that time go? Hes twelve now. Not a baby but not a teen. Hes that stage where everything gets weird and hormones go crazy and I become the enemy. But I look at him and I think how are you 12! I remember our first public outing. He was only a few days old and we went to the church picnic. He was so so little, He had this black hair that stood on end, this giant poof of hair. He was such a good boy. He still is, don't get me wrong, but I wonder where it all went. When did his face start to thin out and that baby pudge melt away? When did he decide he liked boxer briefs instead of under roos? When did he stop speaking his own language and start using ours? When did he stop coming to me and asking me to sing him to sleep? Where did it go?
I am saddened that my children are growing up. Not because I am getting older. That is what it is. But I always wonder did I fill those lost times with good things and good memories. As of right now my son still tells me I am a great mom. Lex tells me that I did alright by her over the years, but I have dropped the ball a few times. Honestly I like Austins answer better, but I appreciate the honesty of Lexi's. I miss when their problems were smaller. I miss when they were smaller. Clothes were so much cheaper! but honestly I miss my babies. I am proud of my children. I think that they are going to be great adults one day in the far distant future. Right now I just want them to be kids.
I know it doesn't matter how much I hope and wish and dream. They wont be little forever and no matter how much I stuff in a day I will still wonder where the time went.
Dear God, Thank You for today. Thank You for loving me and making me your child. Thank You for surrounding me with such wonderful people. Thank You for my son. I know that only you know the way I truly feel about him. Please watch over my old people. We all need you right now. In your name we pray. Amen
Where did the time go last month? What the hell happened to August. August is usually my hang at the beach do nothing but wish the kids were back in school month. But I wasn't there in August. I wasn't a beach bum. I was ready for the kids to go back to school, but then I thought about how quickly the time had gone by. I barely worked out in August. My desire, my push, my motivation were all gone. They flew right out the window. I let Austins meningitis throw me off course. I let myself have all that time off, and I rationalized why I wasn't at the gym. I pulled a muscle in my back after that. Doc ordered me to bed rest for a week. A WEEK! That seems so short and so long. After day two I was going nuts. Dave told me I would never get better if I didn't stop. So I did. So there is another reason I wasn't at the gym. Then poison ivy came my way. Next thing I know I excused myself out of a month of gym time. Where did August go? It didn't feel like a month. But it was.
On the 7th my baby turned 12. Where did that time go? Hes twelve now. Not a baby but not a teen. Hes that stage where everything gets weird and hormones go crazy and I become the enemy. But I look at him and I think how are you 12! I remember our first public outing. He was only a few days old and we went to the church picnic. He was so so little, He had this black hair that stood on end, this giant poof of hair. He was such a good boy. He still is, don't get me wrong, but I wonder where it all went. When did his face start to thin out and that baby pudge melt away? When did he decide he liked boxer briefs instead of under roos? When did he stop speaking his own language and start using ours? When did he stop coming to me and asking me to sing him to sleep? Where did it go?
I am saddened that my children are growing up. Not because I am getting older. That is what it is. But I always wonder did I fill those lost times with good things and good memories. As of right now my son still tells me I am a great mom. Lex tells me that I did alright by her over the years, but I have dropped the ball a few times. Honestly I like Austins answer better, but I appreciate the honesty of Lexi's. I miss when their problems were smaller. I miss when they were smaller. Clothes were so much cheaper! but honestly I miss my babies. I am proud of my children. I think that they are going to be great adults one day in the far distant future. Right now I just want them to be kids.
I know it doesn't matter how much I hope and wish and dream. They wont be little forever and no matter how much I stuff in a day I will still wonder where the time went.
Dear God, Thank You for today. Thank You for loving me and making me your child. Thank You for surrounding me with such wonderful people. Thank You for my son. I know that only you know the way I truly feel about him. Please watch over my old people. We all need you right now. In your name we pray. Amen
Sunday, September 2, 2012
G.N.O.
For those of you who do not know G.N.O. stands for Girls Night Out! I had one of these on Friday for my Best Friends birthday. Yep Bec turned 35. So to celebrate we went to Blue Chip to see Boys Are Mean. I had an amazing time.
We were a trio, Bec, Beckett and me. I became an honorary Becky for the night, so we called ourselves the Tri-Beca. I know we are dorks, but you had to be there. Bec did my make-up, I would have done it but I am HORRIBLE at doing my own make-up. I always end up looking like a raccoon. So Bec hooked me up. Then we headed out to get Beckett. Bec's niece dropped us off at the casino and the night began.
The band was late getting on so we walked around a little. We went to go into the main casino and the three of us got carded. I don't know if you have been carded when you are well over the age of 21, but it is an awesome feeling, even if they are carding anyone who isn't using a walker. We grabbed a couple drinks and did a lap around the casino floor and headed to Vegas Baby! Did ya know it was cheaper to get drinks outside of the bar than in the bar? Yeah, it is. It wasn't to busy yet so we grabbed a table and watched the night begin.
Now I am not trying to say I am a good person, because I am not. Keep that in mind as I continue here. They had some dance music blaring and the floor was pretty empty, then they appeared. These two women who obviously didn't care what others thought of them, God Bless their souls. The older woman had some rhythm, she at least was able to keep to the beat. And truth be told she wasn't that bad. But her friend, well her friend was one of those nightmare train wrecks you have to watch. Kind of like me at a rave. Yes I have been to a rave before and let me tell you I was a nightmare train wreck. But I will give them credit, they were out there while I was sitting on my ass. In my defense I pulled a muscle in my lower back on Monday and I had been useless for days.
The band showed up and we were ready to get to dancing. Problem, they weren't a pop dance type band. They were Aerosmith and Def Leppard and Bon Jovi. Not that I am complaining, they played a lot of awesome stuff, and there were people dancing alright. Including the Woo Girls. Woo Girls consist of the 20's who were their shorts with ass cheeks visible, sheer tops with lace bras and heels that can also be used as an ice pick. Their hair is straight as a stick and their make up is caked on 3 inches thick. Their signature moves have their arms in the air, their hips gyrating, and mouth open lips forming and O like they are saying Woo. They are the girls you see in videos falling off tables drunk.
Now let me ask you a question. Well there is a statement first then a question. I am 36 years old, I am part of what is called Generation X, but I think I am more of a Generation Y. Not that it matters. The question is this, what the hell is wrong with the men of my generation? Why do they dance like a frog on Valium trying to use yard equipment? There was the lawn mower and the sprinkler, some looked like they were pulling weeds. But the best was Newman. He just stood there and very slightly shuffled his feet and his head moved a little. But back to the other men. Here is a sample. I know she is a girl but she hits it on the head.
So lets put it this way it was bad and hilarious. The best move of the night was the woman who was probably in her early to mid 40's. Her signature move was the dog hump. She looked like she was going at it on an invisible giants leg. Good Lord was it funny. She was dancing with one of the frog men. Let me tell you I almost came out my seat. The three of us got out there and tore it up. I know I dance like an epileptic monkey, but my moves were even better than those people. I didn't dance much because of my back, but when I did I was freaking awesome.
The leader of the band kept pointing at us when we were sitting, telling us to get back out there. So I decided it was time for a word with the lead singer. I went up there and between songs told him that it was Bec's birthday. So the next song he dedicated to her. She had no choice but to dance after that. The Bec's got out there and danced their asses off. I sat there and watched. my back was aching and I wasn't going to risk it. Sadly the band played their last song and then night was wrapping up.
I don't know how much we drank, I know it was a lot! A LOT!!! But we had the best time. Breakfast was called for. So our drunk asses called our designated driver, my husband, from the bathroom. We called and asked him to come get us and take us to Denny's. We told him he was awesomer, and then debated if awesomer was a word. The woman laughing in the stall told us it was, so we went with it. Dave said yes. So he earned the title of Fan-Freaking-Tastic.
The tri-Beca headed out into the night waiting for our ride. The car ride to Denny's was hilarious. Dave said we were so drunk we were making him feel drunk lol. Breakfast was exactly what the doctor ordered. By 4 a.m. we were ready to call it a night. Dave delivered us all to our place of sleep. I stayed at Becs. My head hit the pillow and I was dead to the world. Except for a few stumbles to the bathroom I slept like the dead. I woke up at 1:15 in the afternoon. No hang over, except for a bit of cotton mouth.
I know this isn't something that will happen often, but I can say I am eagerly awaiting next time!
We were a trio, Bec, Beckett and me. I became an honorary Becky for the night, so we called ourselves the Tri-Beca. I know we are dorks, but you had to be there. Bec did my make-up, I would have done it but I am HORRIBLE at doing my own make-up. I always end up looking like a raccoon. So Bec hooked me up. Then we headed out to get Beckett. Bec's niece dropped us off at the casino and the night began.
The band was late getting on so we walked around a little. We went to go into the main casino and the three of us got carded. I don't know if you have been carded when you are well over the age of 21, but it is an awesome feeling, even if they are carding anyone who isn't using a walker. We grabbed a couple drinks and did a lap around the casino floor and headed to Vegas Baby! Did ya know it was cheaper to get drinks outside of the bar than in the bar? Yeah, it is. It wasn't to busy yet so we grabbed a table and watched the night begin.
Now I am not trying to say I am a good person, because I am not. Keep that in mind as I continue here. They had some dance music blaring and the floor was pretty empty, then they appeared. These two women who obviously didn't care what others thought of them, God Bless their souls. The older woman had some rhythm, she at least was able to keep to the beat. And truth be told she wasn't that bad. But her friend, well her friend was one of those nightmare train wrecks you have to watch. Kind of like me at a rave. Yes I have been to a rave before and let me tell you I was a nightmare train wreck. But I will give them credit, they were out there while I was sitting on my ass. In my defense I pulled a muscle in my lower back on Monday and I had been useless for days.
The band showed up and we were ready to get to dancing. Problem, they weren't a pop dance type band. They were Aerosmith and Def Leppard and Bon Jovi. Not that I am complaining, they played a lot of awesome stuff, and there were people dancing alright. Including the Woo Girls. Woo Girls consist of the 20's who were their shorts with ass cheeks visible, sheer tops with lace bras and heels that can also be used as an ice pick. Their hair is straight as a stick and their make up is caked on 3 inches thick. Their signature moves have their arms in the air, their hips gyrating, and mouth open lips forming and O like they are saying Woo. They are the girls you see in videos falling off tables drunk.
So lets put it this way it was bad and hilarious. The best move of the night was the woman who was probably in her early to mid 40's. Her signature move was the dog hump. She looked like she was going at it on an invisible giants leg. Good Lord was it funny. She was dancing with one of the frog men. Let me tell you I almost came out my seat. The three of us got out there and tore it up. I know I dance like an epileptic monkey, but my moves were even better than those people. I didn't dance much because of my back, but when I did I was freaking awesome.
The leader of the band kept pointing at us when we were sitting, telling us to get back out there. So I decided it was time for a word with the lead singer. I went up there and between songs told him that it was Bec's birthday. So the next song he dedicated to her. She had no choice but to dance after that. The Bec's got out there and danced their asses off. I sat there and watched. my back was aching and I wasn't going to risk it. Sadly the band played their last song and then night was wrapping up.
I don't know how much we drank, I know it was a lot! A LOT!!! But we had the best time. Breakfast was called for. So our drunk asses called our designated driver, my husband, from the bathroom. We called and asked him to come get us and take us to Denny's. We told him he was awesomer, and then debated if awesomer was a word. The woman laughing in the stall told us it was, so we went with it. Dave said yes. So he earned the title of Fan-Freaking-Tastic.
The tri-Beca headed out into the night waiting for our ride. The car ride to Denny's was hilarious. Dave said we were so drunk we were making him feel drunk lol. Breakfast was exactly what the doctor ordered. By 4 a.m. we were ready to call it a night. Dave delivered us all to our place of sleep. I stayed at Becs. My head hit the pillow and I was dead to the world. Except for a few stumbles to the bathroom I slept like the dead. I woke up at 1:15 in the afternoon. No hang over, except for a bit of cotton mouth.
I know this isn't something that will happen often, but I can say I am eagerly awaiting next time!
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