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So, I'm in Tampa. Yesterday was awesome. I don't think we could've jammed more into our day. I've been in the hotel room most of today. First, I attempted to sleep in. Didn't exactly go as I planned. I think I have the most uncomfortable bed ever. Much tossing and turning occured last night. Steve didn't sleep well either, so it wasn't just me.
This morning, Steve's 11am meeting got bumped back to oh, 2pm. And the guys he was meeting with wanted to go to lunch. That left poor ol' me sitting in the hotel room. I was still stuffed from dinner last night (Awesome Cuban restaurant and dude, there was flan, I had to eat it). I didn't anticipate being hungry anytime soon. Steve tried to encourage me to go out to explore the city, ALONE. Seriously, women rarely go to the bathroom by theirselves and he expects me to walk around a strange city. Then he had the audacity to suggest I go buy myself a new dress and shoes. Tempting as that was, that would require me to figure out how to get across town AND spend the day wandering by myself far from the security of my hotel. Ok, I have issues, I'll admit it. So I didn't attempt it because I am a scaredy cat.
I did walk 4 blocks to get lunch and buy deodorant and hairspray. Sure, the hotel gave us complimentary deodorant, but it was made in china and with all the lead scare lately, I just wanted to get some of my own. I did put on the hotel deodorant before I left because having body odor is scarier to me than getting lead poisoning.
I stopped at a deli and got a Cuban. At first, when researching Tampa, I read in many restaurant reviews "and the Cubans are awesome!". I'm thinking, wow, I'm glad the local people are nice, but it seems a little un-PC to refer to them like that. So I did a little more research and found out that a Cuban is also a local sandwich. Me, I'm all about diving into local culture and cuisine so I braved the 3 blocks to the deli for lunch. It was good, but I don't think they made it right. I should've taken the hotel shuttle to Ybor City to get an authentic one, but, uh, yes, I was scared. And I had no cash to tip. That's downright embarrassing to me, so it sealed the deal that I wouldn't be venturing far from the hotel.
Tonight, I think we are going to try this Brazilian steakhouse I found on the internets. (I love yahoo's city search type stuff.) I'll leave all the picture posting to Steve. He's much better at it than I am. I am also too lazy to upload and edit the photos. I think I'll just nap while waiting for Steve to get back, shouldn't be too much longer.
The baby shower of the century is over. I've fretted over this thing for months, ever since my good friend, Shelby said she wanted me to help. I wanted everything to be just perfect, this being her first baby and all.
I was in charge of plates, cups, napkins and decorations. This was a big deal to me because I didn't want to pick out anything tacky or ugly. I had never met my fellow shower planners, so showing up the day of the shower with decorations in hand was scary. What if they hated them? What if they thought I had the worst taste in the entire world? Seriously, I was stressed, for months over the responsibility of picking out the plates and stuff. Lucky for me, they liked them just fine. Yes, I stressed for no good reason. But I wouldn't be me if I didn't stress over stuff like this.
Anyway, I remembered everything I was supposed to bring. Picked up the cake and was there in plenty of time to help decorate. Which was good since I had the decorations. The most important thing is that Shelby was happy. And that made me happy. She deserves it. And now I can relax about that.
I also seem to have poison of some sort. I'm not sure if it's sumac, ivy, oak. Who knows. I would also like to know how I got it all over my stomach. Considering I don't go outdoors scantily clad, it confuses me. Although, I suppose Steve could have rubbed some on my belly in the middle of the night just for the fun of it. Anyway, it itches and is driving me crazy. I'm going to go to bed, because it doesn't itch when I'm sleeping.
After a particularly difficult week (which felt more like a month or two), I'm getting a break. Tuesday, Steve has business in Tampa and I get to tag along again! I've never been on the Gulf Coast side of Florida. I'm pretty excited. I even get to fly on a plane and I do love flying. I'm so thankful my mom is willing to come and play chaffeur and nanny to the kids while I get a mini-getaway with my best friend. Woohoo!
Ok, so I missed things on Tuesday, but I'm going to make a list of all the little things I love. I'm not even going to bother with the things I loathe. I need to accentuate the positive today. Too much negative lately.
Things I love
- New red glasses. Who cares if they don't match with every outfit I have. I love them and I am going to wear them anyway. Seriously, I don't think I'll ever get lasik. I love wearing glasses.
- $5 rotisserie chickens at the Wholesale Club. I so didn't feel like cooking dinner.
- Breakfast at McKays.
- Coffee and breakfast with my sister in law. I am so blessed to have her. (Yes, I ate breakfast twice today.)
- A husband that will clean out the icky icky drain pump in the washer so it doesn't take 3 hours to wash a load of clothes.
- Breakfast platters at Chick Fil A (that was on Monday, but it was delicious so I feel the need to mention it)
- Good Charlotte (Don't laugh at me. I love them and they make me feel better when I'm sad.)
- Enteman's Ultimate Crumb Cake
- Did I mention my new red glasses?
I have never liked Neil Diamond.
As you were.
I think I am going to have a blister on the middle of my bottom lip due to an elbow macaroni accident. I was testing the noodles to see if they were done. Nothing worse than overcooked noodles, ya know? Fished one out of the pan, popped it in my mouth and out came a bunch of burning hot water. I also got the tip of my tongue. I think an injury like this needs some Ben and Jerry's New York Fudge Chunk.
Steve and I, being responsible mature adults, decided to use our kid-free time today to make the yard look less like a junk yard for children's outdoor toys and more like a decent house. I'm just surprised after all the work we do every Spring and Summer that Fall and Winter come blowing though (along with the kids) and destroy our yard.
We've tackled the unruly bushes in our front planter. Now I'm paying the price for not raking and trying to pull leaves out of the newly sprouted flowers. I'm sure I'll also have a wicked sunburn, as I spent the first 2 hours outside with no sunscreen, because I'm smart like that.
On the brightside, I can see the difference already and it makes me want to keep going. Well, after I finish this post, of course.
So I wanted to name her Maggie, but the kids didn't like it. We brainstormed and Victoria came up with "Black Aggie". She's named after my favorite childhood ghost story. You can read all about it here. Hopefully she doesn't end up giving me too much grief! (Steve's joke, not mine) Considering her shiny black exterior and that the Honda website describes the new Odyssey as "Aggressively Designed", I think "Black Aggie" is an awesome name.
