It has been a different kind of week.
I decided 7 days ago that I was going to start eating better.
You wish you were here with me to listen to me complain about it.
I blogged the first week here.
In a nutshell, I suck at pre-planning meals.
I usually blog the week as I go so I don't forget anything that could be awesome.
I didn't do that this week, I spent most of my internet time delving deep into the Titanic world, collecting pictures, reading articles, trying to put everything I can find into one spot. I made a new link on my blog, but it is far, far from finished.
THERE IS A TITANIC CHANNEL!!!!!
GUEST WHO IS A SUBSCRIBER!!!!
Monday and Tuesday were pretty basic, work, complaining about no bread, sleep.
Our movie star, Lori Tate had a birthday. She is always the one that sings to everyone, so today I had to sing to her.
Wednesday was Bedroom Painting Day!
We slept in the living room for 2 nights. The dog was befuddled.
I win the Best Boss Award. AGAIN!
I went to watch Lil jump on her trampoline. Nothing is better than trampolines and cotton candy.
If you ever think of skipping work or church because you feel slightly bad, remember this week when Jamie Benn played the day after his nose was broken by high sticking.
That's my week!
No junk food, exercise, work, HOCKEY, the Titanic, and Randy Orton won the Royal Rumble.
This is how the work week began:
It was a decent week. The morning clerk is on vacation, so I covered all of the early shifts, came home, ate dinner, then went to bed.
Seriously. That's pretty much the entire week.
John had a birthday!
I think I am back "in" with Lily.
We played Hide and Seek, we had a tea party, we got pedi's, and we successfully went to the store and got snacks.
As long as I don't say "butthole" again, we should remain friends.
It has rained.
Every day. All night.
One day the sun came out for a minute and we all sparkled like the Cullen's.
On the third day I called Scott right as I got home and he brought out his work boots because my work shoes kept going under water when I stepped out of my car, and right at the walkway.
I haven't combed my hair in a week.
I finished 2 books this week, tallying my goal of 50 books this year to 3/50.
Uh....really don't have anything for 5.
We're going to paint the bedroom next Wednesday?
Callie stole and ate all of Scott's peanut butter wafers?
There are currently 37 Asian beetles STILL alive in my kitchen?
Oh wait! Something did happen.
I was sitting in my little room, window wide open, enjoying the semi-cool breeze when something flew in the window.
There had been no rain, no thunder, nothing. Just this sudden hail.
After it stopped, the sky looked like this for a minute...
There were tornado sirens, lots of wind, but nothing major happened.
A town away though, they got it bad.
I was on the elliptical when the tornado clouds were forming, and the siren went off, so I know that was Jesus coming to save my dying soul on that machine.
Until next week.
Via Facebook and Twitter, I have seen my fellow friends and followers have nice weekend getaways. There is camping, and skiing, and resorts, massages, champagne.....
This was not one of those trips.
We went two Parishes over, stayed in a hotel that is owned by the same people that own ours, which meant I was pretty much still at work, haha, and we ate lots of food that we can't get here, shopped, and went to my first hockey game.
Oh, and we slept a lot.
Our weekend got off to a late start, I was supposed to be off for three days, but I had to cover a Front Desk shift when the morning clerk called in. Poor Scott was in charge of packing my bag via a buttload of texts I sent him.
He did good.
I however, forgot clothes that I had laid out on the bed, so I had to wear home the clothes I wore up there.
I never pack right.
We arrived at the hotel, checked in, then went straight to dinner. I didn't go in the room first, I know the Hampton chain, all the rooms are pretty much laid out the same.
We ate at Sumo, which means I got to taunt Rebecca as it's her favorite place to eat.
Now, I know there are things that you don't want to know, but 2 days later our tummies still hurt from this place. The water in my glass smelled exactly like a fish bowl.
All of Shreveport's water tastes funny though, it wasn't their fault.
We stopped by the Walmart, bought drinks and snacks and the went in the hotel room.
Remember me saying that all Hampton's are pretty much the same?
Well color me wrong.
This room didn't have a microwave or fridge.
We had nowhere to keep the insulin, or more importantly, my Diet Mtn Dew.
He ran back to the Walmart and bought a cooler.
It's just as easy to get ice from the ice machine and just drink the drinks on ice.
Oh yeah! The water tastes like a fishes butthole!
It was ghastly. But we lived. #firstworldproblems
There was an Expedition Unknown marathon on the Travel Channel, so I was good until I fell asleep.
We got up early the next morning, got dressed, and headed to the Louisiana Boardwalk.
There are tons of stores, businesses, restaurants, and casinos here.
You know where I went?
The Jerky Store.
I also ran into Bass Pro to get yet more food. It's the only place that I have found Sriracha Cheese Straws.
I found these also.
I can barely handle the hot sauce packet from the Taco Bell.
Scott did buy some kinda something....
Oh!!! Look what I bought at Burlington! I now have flamingos in every room.
I think Scott's true reason for wanting a weekend away was so he could go back to Twisted Root Burger.
They are so good.
Back to the hotel for a NAP. I fell asleep so fast, I opened my laptop to load Back to the Future, and was asleep before it came on.
We had Greek food for dinner, and was off to the hockey game!
Now...I am not calling the lady guiding us from Google Maps sinister, but earlier today when we were leaving Twisted Root, I knew we turned left to get back on the highway, then went straight for a while. She told us to turn right. So we did. She turned us onto another highway, only to have us make a U-turn, and get right back on the highway that we were on. When we could have JUST turned left.
Moving on to getting to the coliseum. She got us all the way to the State Fairground. I told Scott to turn right, and he just passed it up.
It's cool, she can reroute us. She likes to take us through subdivisions and people's backyards anyway.
Dude. We went through the sketchiest neighborhood I have seen. And our final destination? A DEAD END. As in a locked gate, we are trapped here forever.
Finally I said JUST GO! We found a line of cars and just got in it. Luckily we found a nice man with a reflective vest that assured us this is where we need to be.
Scott was mocking Google saying, "go to a dead end street, get out of the car, throw gang signs, die in the street. Make a U-turn, rerouting".
The game was fabulous. I have never been to one, but I made an assumption that it would be cold. I was right.
I haven't been to this Coliseum since I went to see Little Texas for the first time in the early 90's. The seats were cramped, and not just because I'm a fat girl. The thing I didn't like was if anyone had to cross in front of us, you had to get up, and raise your seat, and turn sideways. Not even a child could pass in front of you. My knees touched the guy in front of me's head. I didn't take a lot of pictures because I had to shove my purse way underneath me, and I didn't want to just hold it in my hand the entire time.
I did get some, though.
They won :)
I saw the banner, had to Snapchat Bailey...
I got a text on my phone and went OMG!, then Rebecca messaged me the same thing asking was I dead. So kind.
We made it back to the hotel in one piece, and we were thirsty.
We drank beverages.
Scott said "hey it's after midnight, Happy Anniversary!". I decided we needed to take a picture to commemorate the moment.
It did not go well.
We then slept heavily until the next morning.
Er mer gerd. When I woke up, It felt like there was a gong banging in my head.
My heart was racing, and with every beat my head would match it.
The tiny peak of light coming through the curtains was like a spotlight.
I finally got showered, dressed, and packed.
I did get a bit of amusement in Whataburger. We ordered a gravy biscuit which takes just seconds to make, so the woman that ordered ahead of us was fuming.
She had her neck all stretched out, looking left and right, watching the workers. Then another man with just one biscuit order got his food, she was pacing and going nuts. I heard her telling several people about how we got our food first. I don't know how her head didn't separate from her shoulder she was straining so hard. When they brought her food she had 3 bags, and of course, she gave the manager attitude.
Whatever, go back to your turkey coop.
We stopped by Sam's Club, got a card, and Scott finally got to see what inside of Sam's Club looked like. He was impressed.
My picture is straight up Forrest Gump with my eyes half closed.
We came home, dumped our luggage and went straight to sleep on the couch.
When we finally rose, there were many many well wishes on my Facebook so I said we had to thank them.
I had makeup smudged everywhere but oh well.
We really enjoyed ourselves, and didn't fight all that much.
Thank you everyone!
Not to sound like a cliche, but this Monday was atrocious.
I went into work feeling good, and then Rebecca sent me this link. A Sad Goodbye
Now I have never met this woman or her family, and I know there are bad things happening to people every day, and yes, it's just a dog. But it struck a nerve, and my heart ached for them.
I finish my work day, bought a ton of snacks at the Holla for a Dolla General, then came home and waited for the Alabama National Championship Game.
Some time in the second quarter I read horrible news.
One of my favorite riders in the PBR, Ty Pozzobon, had died. He was 25.
They haven't released his cause of death, but a lot of people near the family have said it was carbon monoxide poisoning.
I have read many articles, and so many Tweets and condolences from fellow PBR riders that it's breaking my heart. During Saturday's event all of the riders will wear commemorative patches honoring his life.
I am recording it, I know it will be a tearjerker.
So I am moping about, listening to the game in the background, arrogant to know Alabama is going to win, that I go get in the bed.
Until Scott starts yelling words that made Ralphie Parker's mom scream.
I can't remember a time when they actually lost! Not just a Championship game, but any type of game!
Spoiled, I am.
Tuesday I decided it was going to be a good day. I had to cover the morning shift at the Front Desk. Easy peasy.
While on my phone, I mean doing important work stuff, I read that Carl Edwards is retiring from NASCAR. Whut. He is in the peak of his career!
He just ready to pursue other interests.
NASCAR is losing a class act.
I also got to update this blog >>> Where I am Forrest Gump.
There was a lot of chatter going on about merchandise, so I asked, not specifically to Brad Keselowski, but NASCAR peeps in general about if the driver gets royalties if you order merchandise from NASCAR.com, and Brad answered:
Best lunch break ever!
Mock me if you must.
Wednesday was a whale's blowhole.
Lunch time was a typical Lisa-fest.
Boss lady asked if I could run and get her lunch, she was without a vehicle. Of course I will, a few minutes away would be perfect. She wanted Popeye's, gave me what she wanted on a sticky note and cash. I get in my car, drive the 45 seconds to Popeye's, and go in and order because I loathe drive-thru's.
I said hello, stated my order was to go, and asked for a 5-piece tender meal. The woman said they didn't carry tenders.
Uh, you a lie, she eats this mess every day. I even study the menu for a minute, and she was right, I didn't see it. I excused myself to go call her to tell her the news.
When I walk outside.....there it was.
I was at Wendy's.
I did the walk of shame.
Thursday was a decent day, I was counting down the minutes until I clocked out.
3 day weekend for me! Since I have worked here, I have tried unsuccessfully to have 3 regular days off in a row. Our time goes bi-monthly, so everyone gets 4 off days during the 14-day period. So this is it! I clock out and do a dance.
When I got home I cooked dinner, did the dishes, and plopped down on the couch. Zero preparations were made for our weekend getaway, I had all of the next morning to do it. I planned to go see Rebecca and Lily around 10am, then pack up and head out.
We stayed up way past midnight watching VH1 Classics.
It was nice.
Let's set the scene....it's Friday morning. It's nice and cool, I'm stretched out feeling calm, sleeping heavily...until.....
My phone rings.
It's the boss lady.
The morning shift clerk called in. She has to have someone there, because of several meetings planned.
I say, very enthusiastically that I will be there.
I hang up the phone. 3 minutes later I had to ask the Lord to forgive all of the naughty words that I said. It isn't the boss lady's fault.
I go in at 7, put on a fake smile, and worked the shift. It was chaos all day. Stereotypical Friday the 13th. I don't remember sitting down once.
Then....the evening clerk called in.
Oh helllll no. I am already hours behind on all the stuff that I need to do before we leave. Thankfully, a sweet red head came to my rescue. I got home and tried to get everything together. I had texted Scott relentlessly on getting my bathroom things, night clothes, and undies together. I got home and picked out "out in public" clothes, laid them out on the bed, and did another scramble to find everything else.
Especially my nightstand fan.
We finally got on the road. You can read about the rest of the trip/week here:
Our Anniversary Weekend
I can sum it up real quick. We ate, we slept, we shopped, we drank, we went to see hockey.
That's all for this week, folks!
Thank you to everyone for the Happy Anniversary wishes!
For real, just a few days ago I was sweating to the oldies, and now for 3 days it has been so cold that I have worn socks (gasp) and a sweater inside.
We may have freaked out when we saw one snowflake...
On my day off, Callie and I pretty much looked like this from daylight to dark.
THIS...is why we are all sick. Freezing temps on a Sunday and 70's two days later.
Freezing temps, sleet/snow, and Home Alone.
This is how Christmas should have went down.
Since before Christmas, Lily has not been my friend. I had no idea what I did to make her ignore me and be all buddy buddy with Scott.
Now we know:
However, today when we were going into church, she grabbed my hand.
I am BACK IN!!!!
What I Did This Week
I finished a book!
Super Fancy Crockpot Pork Chops
I stole pictures!
I screenshotted pictures!
..and I worked
That's all, folks!
My neighbors seem to be having a better week than last as well.
I enjoy sports, binge watching TV, food, reading, and slightly bearded men.
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