weekend

Welcome back my friend, to the show that never ends…

I'm so glad you could attend.  Come inside, come inside. *

I've been so very un-Voxy for the last week.  Part of it is that I've been "busy" but most of it is that I've been lazy.  Last Friday, Kiddo, Lovey and I headed north to the beautiful city of Port Saint Lucie where we spent 3 alcohol filled days and 2 drunken nights partying like rock stars.  (No alcohol for Kiddo, or at least no more than a sip out of my glass.)

Upon our arrival, Friday afternoon, we proceeded to check out our room (King size bed! Thanks Shawne!) that was adjoining with Kiddo's.  We opened up our curtains to find that our balcony overlooked the "fitness pool" (only named that because it's by the gym) and that happened to be where everyone was hanging out for the weekend.  The beauty of it is no matter how loud it got at the pool, the doors were so superiorly soundproof that we couldn't hear anything.  As a matter of fact, I certainly didn't hear my friends yelling for me to come down to the pool and "stop fucking" as it was so eloquently put when Lovey and I were spending a little QT.

We spent a lot of time hanging out in the pool, having beers and catching up.  It was certainly good to see so many of my friends that I haven't seen in a few years.  All my brothers and sisters from other mothers were there.  It really was a family reunion.

Kiddo was completely stoked to hit the flying trapeze.  She spent a lot of time over at the circus and they were kind enough to let her participate in the flying trapeze show. (Video to be posted later.)  She begged me to come over to do the show as well, but I happen to remember what they force you to wear for that show and I was in no mood for a one piece purple leotard.  After the trapeze show, Lovey joined us in the theatre for the second show.  Kiddo wanted to sit right in the front which is never a good idea at a Club Med show, but I let her pick the seats anyways.

Of course, there are always audience participation numbers and with one of my best friends Anthony running the number, Lovey probably could have guessed that he'd be getting pulled on stage.  I don't know who was under more pressure, me or him.  My friends were razzing me about his dancing skills before he even got up there, being the dirty girls that they are.  I told them that it didn't matter what happened up on the stage, there was a reason I disappeared on various occassions. 😉

Lovey did a spectacular job and was a super good sport about the whole thing.  I have to order the pictures from that one, but those won't get posted out of respect for Lovey's shy side.  I'm so proud of him for actually getting up on stage and then proceeding to do a great job.  It was all in good fun and I think he kinda expected something of that nature to happen anyways.

Another entire day of debauchery flew by and before we knew it, it was time to once again bid farewell to all of my Club Med buddies.  The good news is that plans are already in the works for the next reunion.

We spent most of the day Sunday just unwinding from the rest of the weekend, watching football, and listening to more football on Sirius.  I always at least get to hear my boys play even if I don't always see them.

Monday brought an appointment that I'm not quite ready to talk about yet.  If I haven't already jinxed it by sharing it with two people, I'm hoping it still comes through.  By Monday evening I'll know if the jinx held or was broken and then I'll fill you in on the whole story.

To tell the truth, I don't know what happened to the rest of this week.  I woke up today and it was Friday.  It's also payday, yippee, and to top it all off, today is Lunch Bunch where the company gives you $20 and teams you up with 4 or 5 people from other departments and you all grab lunch together.  It's a neat idea.  Let's you meet folks you might not have otherwise met.  The company isn't that huge or anything, it's just that people tend to stick to their departments.

I guess that's it for the recap.  I'm still working towards getting my business off the ground and I've been wanting to write a book for a while now and this morning, the perfect title and format hit me so maybe I can get an outline down on paper sometime soon.  Thanks for visiting my ramble.  Have a wonderful Friday and a kick-ass weekend!

* Please forgive if I rearranged the words of the song to make them fit what I wanted to say.

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Now that's soft

Over the weekend, Kiddo wanted to go get a mani/pedi, so as part of her b-day present, I obliged.  If you live where I live, and you don't because I'd know, there's only one place to go to "git yer nails did".  Many people feel the same as the place opened at 11 on Sunday, we arrived at 11:01 and there was already a huge line.

At noon, I was rapidly losing any semblance of patience, so I told Kiddo that if she wasn't in a chair by 12:30 that we would just have to come back on Thursday as I'll be leaving work early and she has no school.  She looked less than thrilled but agreed, as if she had a choice.  Fortunately for her, before the clock struck quarter after, she had made her way over to a pedi chair.

I was contemplating if I was going to have anything done at all.  I used to be pretty vigilant about going to get my nails done every other week when I had the acrylics but they were killing my nails (which are messed up to begin with) so I quit acrylics and basically quit "pampering" myself with pedicures.  Don't get me wrong, I take care of my slappers and kickers at home, I'd probably get kicked out of bed if I didn't.  Now, my line of thought goes something like this: "I could just get my feet done and not spend too much more time in here watching "The Dog Whisperer" (HACK!), or I could go all out and just spend a buttload of money."  Well, it was the second and damn if it wasn't a marathon of that show.

The nail salon is pretty interesting.  On the acrylic side, we have the Vietnamese and on the mani/pedi side, we have the Cubans.  Occasionally, a V crosses into C territory, but never vise versa.  Kiddo got a member of the Cuban foot mafia while I got a newer girl, V, who was super nice.  Now, at 14, Kiddo doesn't need the spa pedi and fortunately, the CM (Cuban mafia) didn't give her one because it's an extra 10 bucks or something like that.  I, on the other hand, am paying, and therefore I get all the pampering I want.

Mmmmmm, spa pedicure.  Ok, after Cindy (my mani/pedi-ist) turned the water on and went somewhere, I had to flag down one of the CM to mention that my little tub was about to overflow.  Oh Dios Mio!  Here comes Cindy.  So she gets the routine questions out of the way (what color, round or square) and then I get to sink into my massage chair.  Or at least until Kiddo sends me text messages from 4 chairs down where the CM is harassing her about why she doesn't speak Spanish.  My child till the end responds with "Why don't you speak English?"  God I love that kid.

Cindy breaks my relaxation concentration once she gets to the part where she massages my legs for a moment.  "Your skin is so soft!  Do you wax?"  I reply that I don't, I just shave in the shower and she is just flat out amazed.  She lets me relax back into my chair but I still find it amusing.  Here is the part where I would typically insert that most folks of color would have soft skin because of the daily process of putting on lotion to avoid being ashy but the woman that was right before me was black also and apparently her skin wasn't so soft.

After my feet have been beautified, we head over to make an attempt at making my hands match.  Cindy, the great saleswoman, asks me if I want to get my eyebrows done also.  At first I tell her no, but then I start thinking to myself that they must look horrible if she asked, so I buckle.  Hey, vacation is in a mere 4 days.  If I spent 5 weeks working out to look good, I might as well go all the way.

It was a completely girly morning/afternoon topped off with disgustingly greasy food from McDonald's but sometimes, that's just the price you have to pay for mom/daughter bonding.

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So what's your weekend look like?

Aren't weekends supposed to be a relaxing time?  I mean, no work, or at least none of the Monday through Friday nine to five variety, sleeping in, staying up late, drinking and nookie all the time? No?  Damn.

I think that we've got it pretty well planned out.  Saturday, we'll get up and work out, make breakfast, eat, shower and then the fun begins.  Kiddo's going to the beach, but since she turned 14, she's too cool to go with Lovey and me so she's going with her friends.  All in all, that's ok.  It's nice that she's made so many friends in her time here.  And Lovey and I can drink and swear in excess and not worry about it.

So while she's off playing with friends, we'll be going to Publix, where shopping is a pleasure (or Pooblee, donde comprar es un placer), to get water, beer and snacks and then off to the beach for a few hours of working on my tan.  I've gotta be sun-kissed for next weekend, don't ya know!  After we're good and baked, we'll head back home to shower and probably sleep it off.  At some point, we've gotta get back to Publix to do the week's grocery shopping so we don't starve.  Saturday night's a great party night, but I think we might skip that.

I've just realized that I now have a huge dilemma.  The DVR is not yet connected and the STILLERS!! are on at 1.  Normally not a problem, but I promised Kiddo that we'd go do mani/pedis for her b-day and Moonfaire is also on Sunday.  So who gets me on Sunday?  My boys for whom I bleed black and gold or my inner witch that is dying to get out?  Tough tough call.

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