Here are two to suck on for the weekend...
1. Cheese presented me with the following question: Would you rather be able to eat anything and everything you ever wanted without any negative side effects (i.e. feeling full, getting fat) and have to give up sex, or continue eating like a regular person (i.e. feel full, have to manage weight) and get to keep having sex?
So basically, would you give up sex for the ability to food binge without consequence for the rest of your life?
How would you answer?
Leave it in the "Comments," and I'll let you know how we both answered on Monday. You might be surprised...
2. I witnessed two icky thing this holiday season. Well, probably more then two, but these two really stuck out, particularly because kids were involved (and don't worry - no yucky stories from the battle front of child welfare).
First, while Cheese and I were standing in front of the Christmas trees at Wal-Mart a couple weeks back, a woman and her 7-year-old daughter walked up and asked us how to buy one. Why she thought we worked there, I have no idea.
Anyway, we told her that you have to pay inside, and then take your tree.
She said, "Well, is there anyone out here to watch which tree you take?"
We said no.
And then she says, in front of her daughter, "What if you take the tree without paying for it?"
Cheese said, "Well, then, that's on you."
Yes, she was asking if she could steal her Christmas tree, right in front of her daughter.
What would Santa say, I wonder?
The second incident occurred in Midway Airport on my way to Houston on Tuesday night.
I fly Southwest almost exclusively, and if anyone else does, you know that when they board, you are assigned a number and line up IN NUMERICAL ORDER. I have to believe that they did this to eliminate the bum-rush and throw-downs that usually occurrs when trying to board.
This way, you get your boarding number based on when you check in.
Well, this particular flight, I checked in late and got C-43. That's REALLY high. I mean, I was almost last to get on.
ALMOST.
Because behind me, there was a woman and her three children, all holding C-55 through C-58 numbers. Meaning, they board after me.
And another lady, C-59.
Yet, all these bitches were standing IN FRONT of me.
Now, either they don't know how to count, or they were jumping line.
As if their time and overhead bin space was way more important then anyone elses.
Another properly-ordered woman said something about being in numerical order (because apparently the sissy Southwest person was too worn out by the holidays to give a shit), and the cheater lady with the kids almost gave her a real-life beat down, right there in the ramp.
I am so not kidding.
So not only did this woman cheat in front of her kids (one of whom actually tried to point out to her cheating/lying mother that they were not in order), but then she had the fucking nerve to hairy-eyeball the woman who called her out.
If I had any nerve (which I don't because I blog about it now instead of act on it then), I would have said something. But for fear of getting choked out in front of small children, I bit by tongue.
Now, I realize that in the grand scheme of life, people jumping line isn't really that big or bad.
But here's my beef:
You are teaching your children that it's okay to cheat. That it's okay to lie. You are teaching them that's it's okay to step on other people to get your way.
In the grand scheme of things, line-jumping in the Southwest terminal is (like Cheese so eloquently put it) an unraveling of the moral fiber, the basic human values, the common curtosy and rules of life that I believe most of us live by.
Stealing Christmas trees and cheating your way onto an airplane? Really, are either of them REALLY worth it?
Is the $20 buck for the tree, or the extra 30-second wait to get on the plane more important then the real-life lesson you are teaching your children, who are watching your every move in those moments?
Really?
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Friday, January 2, 2009
Tuesday, December 30, 2008
Home and Away
I made it home from Kansas late Saturday night, and will be leaving for Houston in just a few hours to be with the Man for New Years.
I know my posting has been woeful as of late, and I am barely scratching the surface of reading what's up in the lives of my fellow bloggers (what with all my jet setting and renewed addiction to spin class and cookie binges - the last two being closely related), but hopefully once I return on Thursday, life may start to return to normal.
Whatever that is, anyway.
Have a great new years, and see you on the other side!
I know my posting has been woeful as of late, and I am barely scratching the surface of reading what's up in the lives of my fellow bloggers (what with all my jet setting and renewed addiction to spin class and cookie binges - the last two being closely related), but hopefully once I return on Thursday, life may start to return to normal.
Whatever that is, anyway.
Have a great new years, and see you on the other side!
Sunday, September 21, 2008
Running in Circles
Well, my eating habits haven’t exactly rectified themselves (see Sunday dinner: canned tuna + black beans+ bbq sauce= 5 minutes of choking down something that smells like it was left in the toilet by Cheese the last time he was here two weeks ago). Last night it was Lime Tostidos and some canned soup.
Mmmmm, Lime Tostidos…..
But at least today I have an excuse – I believe myself to be getting the flu.
I woke up this morning with another migraine (this time not Turkey Jerky induced), and what felt like a midget in Lucite platforms standing on my chest (this not be confused with the morning I work up with an ACTUAL midget on my chest, but that’s another post entirely). My red scratchy throat was a throwback to college keg-and-pack-a-night hangover.
And of course, I thought it IMPERATIVE to get a run in.
Now, to my credit, it was supposed to be 20 miler. What it ended up being was 12, and I was damn happy with that.
Of course, I have a little room to be playing with my mileage, what with all the “what marathon will I actually be doing?” hubbub going on.
Readers Digest version: I was supposed to do Indy on the 18th, (I didn’t sign up for Chicago this year because Cheese was going to be doing it for the first time, and I was leading Curb Crew) but then Cheese got a vacation to Florida the weekend of Indy, so I canceled Indy, but then Hurricane Ike took that vacation away and it was back to Indy for me – but THEN Cheese ended up not being able to run Chicago on the 12th, and I was going to take his bib (because I LOVE running Chicago and if he was going to try it again next year, that would be two years in a row I couldn’t do it), but then that idea got sidelined as well because his family is still coming to town that weekend.
Phew!
Follow?
Guess that wasn’t so abbreviated.
Bottom line - it was either going to be Chicago on the 12th or Indy on the 18th. Now I am not sure. But it looks like Indy again.
Maybe.
But I do HEART Chicago.
I figured as long as I can run a 20-miler at some point in the next week, I should be good-to-go for either of them.
I feel like I have a lot more randomness in me - like the fact that I re-discovered the Bravo network and am now embarressingly addicted to the "Rachel Zoe Project" - but I am going to finish writing my dumb report, making fun of the Emmy’s and go to bed hopefully early.
And speaking of Emmy’s - were you one of the three people that watched it?
A) Compeltely ridiculous and time-waster, but more importantly-
B) When the ladies of Desperate Housewives presented? Holy Botox Batman! Talk about frozen in time – Marcia Cross’s lips barely moved, and Terri Hatcher could have been dead by the looks of her face, but she managed to walk out on stage by herself, so you figure it out.
C) Is Josh Groben's career going that badly that he subjected himself to the showtunes performance? That was one of those moments where you actually squirm in the Lazy Boy and eventually hit the mute button because you feel soooo uncomfortable for him.
D) And lastly, but most repulsively -why did Tom Hanks wear that wig? Gosh. I know there is a joke somewhere there, but right now fever just burned it out of my head.
Mmmmm, Lime Tostidos…..
But at least today I have an excuse – I believe myself to be getting the flu.
I woke up this morning with another migraine (this time not Turkey Jerky induced), and what felt like a midget in Lucite platforms standing on my chest (this not be confused with the morning I work up with an ACTUAL midget on my chest, but that’s another post entirely). My red scratchy throat was a throwback to college keg-and-pack-a-night hangover.
And of course, I thought it IMPERATIVE to get a run in.
Now, to my credit, it was supposed to be 20 miler. What it ended up being was 12, and I was damn happy with that.
Of course, I have a little room to be playing with my mileage, what with all the “what marathon will I actually be doing?” hubbub going on.
Readers Digest version: I was supposed to do Indy on the 18th, (I didn’t sign up for Chicago this year because Cheese was going to be doing it for the first time, and I was leading Curb Crew) but then Cheese got a vacation to Florida the weekend of Indy, so I canceled Indy, but then Hurricane Ike took that vacation away and it was back to Indy for me – but THEN Cheese ended up not being able to run Chicago on the 12th, and I was going to take his bib (because I LOVE running Chicago and if he was going to try it again next year, that would be two years in a row I couldn’t do it), but then that idea got sidelined as well because his family is still coming to town that weekend.
Phew!
Follow?
Guess that wasn’t so abbreviated.
Bottom line - it was either going to be Chicago on the 12th or Indy on the 18th. Now I am not sure. But it looks like Indy again.
Maybe.
But I do HEART Chicago.
I figured as long as I can run a 20-miler at some point in the next week, I should be good-to-go for either of them.
I feel like I have a lot more randomness in me - like the fact that I re-discovered the Bravo network and am now embarressingly addicted to the "Rachel Zoe Project" - but I am going to finish writing my dumb report, making fun of the Emmy’s and go to bed hopefully early.
And speaking of Emmy’s - were you one of the three people that watched it?
A) Compeltely ridiculous and time-waster, but more importantly-
B) When the ladies of Desperate Housewives presented? Holy Botox Batman! Talk about frozen in time – Marcia Cross’s lips barely moved, and Terri Hatcher could have been dead by the looks of her face, but she managed to walk out on stage by herself, so you figure it out.
C) Is Josh Groben's career going that badly that he subjected himself to the showtunes performance? That was one of those moments where you actually squirm in the Lazy Boy and eventually hit the mute button because you feel soooo uncomfortable for him.
D) And lastly, but most repulsively -why did Tom Hanks wear that wig? Gosh. I know there is a joke somewhere there, but right now fever just burned it out of my head.
Wednesday, June 25, 2008
Bringing Home the Fat
Plane landed.
Luggage collected.
Guess what it’s time for?
A diet.
At some point, when you eat massive quantities of ice cream, Sour Patch Kids, Junior Mints, Twizzlers, Coke Zero (wha--?), and movie theatre popcorn, your ass looks up at you and says, “Come on, Meg. Really?”
Well, maybe not YOUR ass, 'cause that would be just weird - your ass looking at me.
I mean, MY ass.
And what an ass it has become.
Oh, and in case you might be thinking that I have exaggerated the amount of ice cream ingested, here’s a little story:
Last night, after a baseball game, complete with hot pretzels and peanuts (which I eat WITH the shells because I LOVE the salt), I came home, pulled out the quart of ice cream, and proudly proclaimed that I would finish the whole thing.
Cheese looked at me and said, “Yeah right. You can’t eat that whole thing.”
And them?
Them is fightin’ words.
Less then 20 minutes later – DONE.
And he may or may not have run screaming from the room, disgusted at the ugly display of gluttony I put on, wailing something about “Did not sign up for this food monster…who are you….your double chin is scaring me…..blah blah something.”
But I can’t be too sure, as I myself was laid out on the ground in a sugar coma, eyes in a transfixed state at the empty wrappers of candy in the garbage can, specks of sugar clinging for dear life at the corners of my mouth.
Twice-a-day running and pool visits apparently weren’t enough to assuage the pounds.
So instead, I came home from Oklahoma with belly fat and hips the size of the actual state itself.
Oh, and we are not even going in the direction of the GI issues.
Suffice to say that the body does not process, say, Gummy Bears, the same it would a meal of salmon and spinach.
Ugh.
I seriously can’t do this anymore. I can’t keep bitching about how bad I eat and how fat I am getting. I need to actually do something.
I need a detox.
And not the stick-a-tube-of-liquid-up-your-ass-and-flush kind of detox. Just a real good, back-on-the-good-food-wagon detox.
Wow. Sounds like I’ll be a bucket of laughs for the next few days.
Seriously.
Fruit and veggies have no sense of humor.
Luggage collected.
Guess what it’s time for?
A diet.
At some point, when you eat massive quantities of ice cream, Sour Patch Kids, Junior Mints, Twizzlers, Coke Zero (wha--?), and movie theatre popcorn, your ass looks up at you and says, “Come on, Meg. Really?”
Well, maybe not YOUR ass, 'cause that would be just weird - your ass looking at me.
I mean, MY ass.
And what an ass it has become.
Oh, and in case you might be thinking that I have exaggerated the amount of ice cream ingested, here’s a little story:
Last night, after a baseball game, complete with hot pretzels and peanuts (which I eat WITH the shells because I LOVE the salt), I came home, pulled out the quart of ice cream, and proudly proclaimed that I would finish the whole thing.
Cheese looked at me and said, “Yeah right. You can’t eat that whole thing.”
And them?
Them is fightin’ words.
Less then 20 minutes later – DONE.
And he may or may not have run screaming from the room, disgusted at the ugly display of gluttony I put on, wailing something about “Did not sign up for this food monster…who are you….your double chin is scaring me…..blah blah something.”
But I can’t be too sure, as I myself was laid out on the ground in a sugar coma, eyes in a transfixed state at the empty wrappers of candy in the garbage can, specks of sugar clinging for dear life at the corners of my mouth.
Twice-a-day running and pool visits apparently weren’t enough to assuage the pounds.
So instead, I came home from Oklahoma with belly fat and hips the size of the actual state itself.
Oh, and we are not even going in the direction of the GI issues.
Suffice to say that the body does not process, say, Gummy Bears, the same it would a meal of salmon and spinach.
Ugh.
I seriously can’t do this anymore. I can’t keep bitching about how bad I eat and how fat I am getting. I need to actually do something.
I need a detox.
And not the stick-a-tube-of-liquid-up-your-ass-and-flush kind of detox. Just a real good, back-on-the-good-food-wagon detox.
Wow. Sounds like I’ll be a bucket of laughs for the next few days.
Seriously.
Fruit and veggies have no sense of humor.
Tuesday, June 24, 2008
Still Alive, Still on Vacation, and Still Random
How have I been spending my vacation in hot ass Oklahoma?
Sleeping in, eating obscene amounts of candy and ice cream (or, as I like to refer to it - "breakfast"), going to the movies and eating obscene amounts of oil-drenched popcorn ("dinner"), watching the entire Arrested Development series on DVD, and reading (which keeps getting interupted by napping).
Oh, and lest I forget the enjoyable day (not sarcastic - it was actually enjoyable) at the public city pool, during which I managed to score myself a hot, itchy, sweet sunburn (not so enjoyable).
I am pretty convinced it will turn brown in another day, unless the skin just falls right off, in which case....well, let's just hope it turns brown.
I have also been training out here...well, really...running a ton. Oklahoma City has this great running path that treks along the river - and the other night we went for a 7-mile down it.
It was quite nice.
Oh, and speaking of training - good news.
I FINALLY broke the 2000-yard mark in the pool (yes, I have threatened myself with this very high marker that, three months ago, would have been 1/2 a workout, but hey). I struggled to get to 1500, but then, once I got there, I felt like I could keep going, so I did.
End of story.
I think I am going to a baseball game tonight. Since it's Oklahoma, it's a AAA game, but the park looks nice and I am SURE there are hot pretzels there.
Is it me, or is my life starting to revolve around food?
Just a thought.
Sleeping in, eating obscene amounts of candy and ice cream (or, as I like to refer to it - "breakfast"), going to the movies and eating obscene amounts of oil-drenched popcorn ("dinner"), watching the entire Arrested Development series on DVD, and reading (which keeps getting interupted by napping).
Oh, and lest I forget the enjoyable day (not sarcastic - it was actually enjoyable) at the public city pool, during which I managed to score myself a hot, itchy, sweet sunburn (not so enjoyable).
I am pretty convinced it will turn brown in another day, unless the skin just falls right off, in which case....well, let's just hope it turns brown.
I have also been training out here...well, really...running a ton. Oklahoma City has this great running path that treks along the river - and the other night we went for a 7-mile down it.
It was quite nice.
Oh, and speaking of training - good news.
I FINALLY broke the 2000-yard mark in the pool (yes, I have threatened myself with this very high marker that, three months ago, would have been 1/2 a workout, but hey). I struggled to get to 1500, but then, once I got there, I felt like I could keep going, so I did.
End of story.
I think I am going to a baseball game tonight. Since it's Oklahoma, it's a AAA game, but the park looks nice and I am SURE there are hot pretzels there.
Is it me, or is my life starting to revolve around food?
Just a thought.
Saturday, June 7, 2008
What Words?
I just got home from the craziest weekend. I seriously have no words to accurately describe the shear fatigue, sunburn, layers of dirt and grime, and overhwleming sense of satisfaction and accomplishment.
I can't post the whole thing right now, but let me summarize by saying that my final leg of the relay was comprable to marathon of the Ironman. I am sure there were many factors that heightended the level of difficulty during that last 65 mintues of activity, but honest to goodness, I was just as spent crossing that line today as I was seven weeks ago in AZ.
And much, MUCH dirtier.
I will post the full thing in the next 24 hours, including the craziest end to the whole thing, and hopefully with pictures!
I can't post the whole thing right now, but let me summarize by saying that my final leg of the relay was comprable to marathon of the Ironman. I am sure there were many factors that heightended the level of difficulty during that last 65 mintues of activity, but honest to goodness, I was just as spent crossing that line today as I was seven weeks ago in AZ.
And much, MUCH dirtier.
I will post the full thing in the next 24 hours, including the craziest end to the whole thing, and hopefully with pictures!
Wednesday, June 4, 2008
OFF
Bags are packed (mostly), reports are finished and sent off.
I am getting ready to blow out of here for my first relay!!!
I am a mix of excitement and nervousness - mostly because I haven't been feeling super fit lately and I am about to spend three days with people I have never met before.
If this isn't a confrontation of fear, I don't know what is.
One of the team members contacted me last night to introduce himself and see how I was feeling about it all, which I thought was nice - takes a little pressure off the first meeting of everyone today.
So now it's just a couple last errands and I head up to Madison.
I am not bringing my computer so it's highly unlikely I will post or check blogs until I get back Sunday (well - I get back Saturday but go straight to my sister's birthday dinner from the race, and then to a late night Rib Fest bbq at a friend's house).
Have a good weekend!!
I am getting ready to blow out of here for my first relay!!!
I am a mix of excitement and nervousness - mostly because I haven't been feeling super fit lately and I am about to spend three days with people I have never met before.
If this isn't a confrontation of fear, I don't know what is.
One of the team members contacted me last night to introduce himself and see how I was feeling about it all, which I thought was nice - takes a little pressure off the first meeting of everyone today.
So now it's just a couple last errands and I head up to Madison.
I am not bringing my computer so it's highly unlikely I will post or check blogs until I get back Sunday (well - I get back Saturday but go straight to my sister's birthday dinner from the race, and then to a late night Rib Fest bbq at a friend's house).
Have a good weekend!!
Stand Corrected
A couple weeks ago, I wrote about the LONGEST DAY EVER.
I was wrong.
Turns out – it’s actually today.
In hindsight, I am fairly certain my drag-ass has everything to do with complete caffeine depletion.
Although the details are hazy, I am pretty sure I had only one cup of my drug this morning. And when you throw in a hot mess of a schedule that includes driving to western suburbs for the day - lemme tell ya – my poor old body is giving me a big middle finger right now.
The fat-ass part of me is begging to go for a run, but the lazy-ass part of me is satisfied sitting here, eating pretzel nuggets and drinking Coke Zero.
Ten bucks if you can guess which ass will win.
On a more positive note – I got a clean bill of health from the doctor today – green light to run this weekend. Of course, I would have run anyways, but it’s always nice to get the go-ahead. Of course, I was evaluated by a doctor I have never seen, and he basically made me pull my shirt up and my pants down, checked it out, and sent me on my way.
Just like any given Saturday night in my 20s.
Naaaaa….just kidding…
I ALWAYS made sure I got dinner first.
It’s the ol’ “get a little, give a little.”
Oh, and turns out the Pucker is almost gone too – now, the only reason my belly sticks out and hangs over my pants is because I eat too much cake.
Oh, and apparently ice cream for breakfast can also cause this. Ice cream with JuJuBees mixed in. So I read somewhere.
And lastly, turns out our relay team lost a member, so our legs got changed. My new legs actually have me running literally right past my apartment. Crazy. And the new mileage looks like it will be 5.7, 6.9 and 8.22.
Two months ago, I would have been like, “Peshaw – 8 miles? Gimme something hard!”
I saw it today and was like, “8 miles?!?!?!?” And immediately started praying to the god I seem only to talk to when I am in such predicaments.
Like I have said before, sometimes its good to be humbled.
Off to pack.
I was wrong.
Turns out – it’s actually today.
In hindsight, I am fairly certain my drag-ass has everything to do with complete caffeine depletion.
Although the details are hazy, I am pretty sure I had only one cup of my drug this morning. And when you throw in a hot mess of a schedule that includes driving to western suburbs for the day - lemme tell ya – my poor old body is giving me a big middle finger right now.
The fat-ass part of me is begging to go for a run, but the lazy-ass part of me is satisfied sitting here, eating pretzel nuggets and drinking Coke Zero.
Ten bucks if you can guess which ass will win.
On a more positive note – I got a clean bill of health from the doctor today – green light to run this weekend. Of course, I would have run anyways, but it’s always nice to get the go-ahead. Of course, I was evaluated by a doctor I have never seen, and he basically made me pull my shirt up and my pants down, checked it out, and sent me on my way.
Just like any given Saturday night in my 20s.
Naaaaa….just kidding…
I ALWAYS made sure I got dinner first.
It’s the ol’ “get a little, give a little.”
Oh, and turns out the Pucker is almost gone too – now, the only reason my belly sticks out and hangs over my pants is because I eat too much cake.
Oh, and apparently ice cream for breakfast can also cause this. Ice cream with JuJuBees mixed in. So I read somewhere.
And lastly, turns out our relay team lost a member, so our legs got changed. My new legs actually have me running literally right past my apartment. Crazy. And the new mileage looks like it will be 5.7, 6.9 and 8.22.
Two months ago, I would have been like, “Peshaw – 8 miles? Gimme something hard!”
I saw it today and was like, “8 miles?!?!?!?” And immediately started praying to the god I seem only to talk to when I am in such predicaments.
Like I have said before, sometimes its good to be humbled.
Off to pack.
Monday, June 2, 2008
Bouncing Around In My Head
1. I was called “peach” today. In my opinion, that term doesn’t get used nearly enough. How sweet!
2. The upstanding gentleman that lives across the street from my sister got arrested for dog fighting. Apparently, busting him on his "open air" crack dealing operation was too difficult, so the cops somehow managed to get him on dog fighting. But here’s my point – why do people dog fight? I mean, I really don’t understand it. It seems to me that those who do rank right up there with psychopaths. And that is my clinical opinion.
3. Have I told you how nice it is to walk outside in the morning in a tank top and skirt, and not freeze my ass off? Each morning, I am almost startled at how warm it is when I walk out the front door, and how hot the car is when I get into it.
4. Three more perks about the spring? How it smells, sleeping with the windows open, and crazy low gas bills.
5. The downside? Working on the nice days. Right now, there’s nothing harder than saying “no” when a friend calls wanting to waste a Sunday sitting outside, drinking ice tea, and shooting the shit. But as soon as I win that lottery…..
6. It’s vacation time!!!! This year, with all my family has going on in their respective lives, we decided not to get a lake house for the week of July 4th. However, it just paved the way for a mid-August long weekend vacation!! Right now, destination is still under wraps, but trust me, I’ll let you know. That, and I may take a friend up on the offer to travel out-of-state for the 4th – those details are also still being worked out.
7. WEEEEEE!!!!
2. The upstanding gentleman that lives across the street from my sister got arrested for dog fighting. Apparently, busting him on his "open air" crack dealing operation was too difficult, so the cops somehow managed to get him on dog fighting. But here’s my point – why do people dog fight? I mean, I really don’t understand it. It seems to me that those who do rank right up there with psychopaths. And that is my clinical opinion.
3. Have I told you how nice it is to walk outside in the morning in a tank top and skirt, and not freeze my ass off? Each morning, I am almost startled at how warm it is when I walk out the front door, and how hot the car is when I get into it.
4. Three more perks about the spring? How it smells, sleeping with the windows open, and crazy low gas bills.
5. The downside? Working on the nice days. Right now, there’s nothing harder than saying “no” when a friend calls wanting to waste a Sunday sitting outside, drinking ice tea, and shooting the shit. But as soon as I win that lottery…..
6. It’s vacation time!!!! This year, with all my family has going on in their respective lives, we decided not to get a lake house for the week of July 4th. However, it just paved the way for a mid-August long weekend vacation!! Right now, destination is still under wraps, but trust me, I’ll let you know. That, and I may take a friend up on the offer to travel out-of-state for the 4th – those details are also still being worked out.
7. WEEEEEE!!!!
Tuesday, May 20, 2008
Welcome to Milwaukee.
First stop: Miller Park, Home of the Milwaukee Brewers.
Cheese living his dream of sitting in a major league baseball dugout.
And then with me.
Us and our 100 year old tour guide, who was long winded (aren't all old people?) and quite lovely. She pretty much lived through the last 2 centuries of baseball in Milwaukee so so certainly had a lot to say. We loved her.
Second stop: Miller Brewery. Not as cool as we thought, but hey, free beer in the end made up for it.....
Take note - rare occurance.
First stop: Miller Park, Home of the Milwaukee Brewers.
Cheese living his dream of sitting in a major league baseball dugout.
And then with me.
Us and our 100 year old tour guide, who was long winded (aren't all old people?) and quite lovely. She pretty much lived through the last 2 centuries of baseball in Milwaukee so so certainly had a lot to say. We loved her.
Second stop: Miller Brewery. Not as cool as we thought, but hey, free beer in the end made up for it..... Take note - rare occurance.
Not so rare occurance....
The next day, we went to see the Body Worlds exhibit, but this was the closest picture I could find to show it - me and Cheese having coffee while waiting for our designated time.
Goofing off, but I thought it was a cute picture - yeah, I admit it - I totally put it up because I though it was cute. So what?
And the final stop of the Milwaukee tour - the Milwaukee Art Museum. Art in Milwaukee?!?!? I know, I was as surprised as you are.....but seriously, the building itself is pretty cool...
Of course, the obligatory picture with the lake in the background....can I get a collective "Awwwwww?"
And because I was more concerned about looking cute in my dress than the actual weather, I brought no coat, so had to wear Cheese's dress shirt as a coat. Awesome.
And that, folks, is about it. It was a fun weekend, nice to get a way and stay ina fancy smancy hotel, and not worry about work at all. We ate lots of bad food, slept in on Sunday, and basically just hang out with each other. I loved it, and loved spending some much needed time outside of the apartment.
Of course, the obligatory picture with the lake in the background....can I get a collective "Awwwwww?"
And because I was more concerned about looking cute in my dress than the actual weather, I brought no coat, so had to wear Cheese's dress shirt as a coat. Awesome.
And that, folks, is about it. It was a fun weekend, nice to get a way and stay ina fancy smancy hotel, and not worry about work at all. We ate lots of bad food, slept in on Sunday, and basically just hang out with each other. I loved it, and loved spending some much needed time outside of the apartment.Cheese got the call today to go back to Tulsa, OK, for another round of work. He should have been here through next week, but I am taking him to the airport in just a few minutes instead. Can you say pissed off? But I guess that is what I signed up for - one month away, five days home. Sigh.
At least I have the pictures.....
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