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Park City Day Five (I think)

Today was the day to chillax.  Therefore there's not much to say about today.  We just hung out and caught an afternoon lunch.  By the way, if you're ever in the area, you must have a Devastator.  Seriously, how could you NOT order a beer called the Devastator?  It's really good.  Kinda like an Amber Bock but better.  Two beers = almost drunk and the arrival of Chatty Cathy.

 

Also, I tried a self-portrait.  I've never really thought of my self as "pretty"; I think I'm "different" and that's cool.  So here's my eskimo photo ( it's like you can't even tell that I have lipstick on):

 

 

We're having some rocking Mexican food tonight, everyone's got smiles, the Beastie Boys are online and we're having a damn good time.  Peace, love and hairgrease, ya'll!

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~ The Final Countdown ~

Somewhere on this blog is a widget that shows the countdown to Park City, probably lower left.  Tomorrow we leave.

 

I'm going to try to be a good blogger and take lots of pictures and have lots of descriptions in case any of you decide you want to check out PC one of these days.

 

By this time tomorrow, we should be almost to Denver and by this time on Saturday, we'll be scarfing down breakfast in order to get to our lessons on time.

I'm not as excited as Kiddo (it's only her second time snowboarding) or Lovey (it'll be his first time to see real snow falling from the sky), but I think I'll pick it up a notch once we're actually over there.

So, we're all packed and ready to go, minus repacking Kiddo's clothes from her 'going to Gramma's' suitcase to her 'going on vacation' suitcase.  During our drive up to Jacksonville, she graciously asked to stay in Jacksonville longer than Lovey and I were capable of staying and my mom was happy to have her for longer.  Kiddo doesn't even see the house before we leave.  She lands today at 6:40pm and we pick her up and go straight to the hotel that's by the airport since our flight is at the unholy hour of 7am tomorrow.  (I don't know why I complain since that's the time I typically leave the house for work.)  Lovey and I had a very quiet week.  It was nice.

So there you have it.  Today 40 degrees in Miami, tomorrow 30 degrees in Park City.  Funny.  Let's move the needle forward!

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Who's been to Park City, Utah?

Okay Vox world, I am asking for your help.  In a mere 17 days, we'll be headed out to UT for a week of shredding (hopefully only snow and not knees).  So what I need to know is if you've been to PC, is there a spot that's a must see or something that is a must do while there?  We're a crazy bunch so all suggestions are welcome.  Thanks!!

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Respect my fresh

A line taken from my brother but I really like it.

It's late in the day, but I was caught up in work all day, or until one when I left.  It's mini-vacation time folks.  We're headed off tomorrow morning for the weekend.  I'm going to try to remember to take pictures and if anything might be of interest, I may post next week.

Today my horoscope said something rather interesting.

Do not turn down any opportunities today, Shawneen, even if they seem like dead-end roads at first. This one could be your lucky break. Realize that success doesn't always have a big neon sign pointing you in the right direction. Prosperity simply comes because we act freely and instinctively. This is one of those days in which an unmarked door can lead you to the yellow brick road of happiness and well-being.

(Damn you Vox, I consider myself fairly intelligent, but I can't get my font back to what it was before the blockquote.)

So, this is cool because yesterday, I was given an opportunity for which I needed to follow up today and after reading that little tidbit, I followed through with full force.  Maybe after I have more details, I'll post about that too.

Last night was my first class of the second session of pole fitness.  I'm still up in the air as to if I will enjoy this session.  I already know it won't be as good as the first session since the teacher insists on calling me by the wrong name. (She puts an A at the end.  Even after I pronounced it correctly.  Even after I spelled it.  Even after she looked at it on paperwork I filled out.)  But it's a step towards being the Level 6 hoochie that I aspire to be. 🙂

In the studio where class is held, the walls are painted red and it looks like they were lightly sponged with black over it.  I guess the idea is to create a sexy atmosphere.  It does a decent job when the lights are dimmed or pointed in the right direction.  There's a floor-to-ceiling mirror all along the front wall also so that we can see what we're doing (or how badly we're doing it).

If you didn't already know, I live in Miami.  Home to Latinos and Blacks with a sprinkling of plain ole white folks as well as a few others.  So when you think about the women here, it's a lot of tits and ass.  Think Shakira, J-Lo, Beyonce (or Bouncy as my Pop called her).  Lotsa curves everywhere.

It was towards the end of class when we were all just kinda standing around not doing much when I looked up at the mirror.  Everyone could be seen, although only silhouetted.  This has never happened before and it will probably never happen again.  I thought to myself: Gee, maybe I need to gain some weight.  That's right, I said gain some weight.  In the land of salsa and merengue, I guess hips, ass and well, some belly work well.  I literally thought that I looked unhealthily skinny compared to these other women.  One woman has the kind of ass that each cheek waves to you for every step she takes.  Hi!!  Hello!  Hi there!  Hey, lookit me!

Now, the reality is that I'm a hair under 5'2" and I'm rocking a good 125, sometimes 130 pounds.  I'm pretty muscular due to 4 years of flying trapeze. 

I used to hand out tickets to the gun show.  After I stopped flying, I got soft, squishy even and went up to about 140.  When my mom asked my brother if I was pregnant, I knew that's when it was time to start working out again.

Presently, I'm what I like to call fit.  I'm happy with where I am for the most part (nothing a little boob job can't fix) and I just can't believe that I thought that last night.  I blame it all on my surroundings.  

You know, just like cocaine's a helluva drug, Miami's a helluva place to live.  It can bring you to the heights of your night, excite you, give you the shakes.  It could do absolutely nothing for you and leave you wondering what all the hype's about.  It can drain your wallet before you know what hits you.  And for some, it can be addictive.

But not for me.  I've seen what cocaine Miami has to offer and I tried it.  I thought it was cool for a while but now I'm just over it.  I'm ready to go cold turkey.  I'm ready.

 

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The countdown is on.

A mere 43 days remain until our long-awaited vacation, and yes, we are counting.  As you can tell from the picture, we're headed north to the snow.  Preparations have been ongoing for months now with everything from booking (and then changing, and changing again) our cabin, dealing with the airlines that seem to want to change our flights every time we decide where we want to sit, and clothing the masses.  By the way, here's where we're going.

So this trip is exciting on so many levels.  First, it is our first family vacation, (an ex-roommate and his girlfriend count as family, right?), myself, my daughter and my boyfriend.  I'm so stoked that everyone gets along and we can go on this trip.  Second, it's my boyfriend's first time to see real live snow!  I'm glad that I get to share this first with him.  Third, it is the first time for everyone on the trip, excluding myself, to go skiing or snowboarding.  I'm no pro, don't worry, I won't get too far ahead of them, but I like to think that I have a clue.  Fourth, it's VACATION!!  One entire week of sleeping in, staying up late, and in general relaxation.

All of our ducks are in a row and they are waiting to glide down the mountain.  Is it the end of December yet?!?!

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