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.
]]>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.
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I'm heading to the store to pick up candy for the kids' Easter baskets. Why in the world I waited until 2 days before? I don't know. At least I bought their Valentine's Day stuff a month ahead, right?
]]>I just cooked a bunch of turkey bacon. I ate a bunch of it, like ten pieces of it. I thought you might like to know.
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I bought Steve an iPod for Valentine's Day (to make up for some less than stellar Christmas gifts). He brought me a bag of frozen sweet potato fries. Seriously, I love this guy.
]]>Rachael Ray's show in entirely on ice today. Even her stove is encased in ice. Why? Do they really think people that don't normally watch the show would stop and watch because it's on ice today? It's usually on in the morning and I'll stop and watch, but I find myself not watching today because I'm just not buying into the gimmick. I'm stubborn like that.
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I can't really think of my favorite, there are so many. So I'll just post my two favorite Christmas songs from the 80s/90s.....
I must confess, I spent lots of time alone in my bedroom practicing my English accent in hopes that the day I turned 18, George Michael would take notice of me and marry me. As for New Kids on the Block, I'm thinking there are a bunch of you out there that would confess to having their posters plastered on your walls. I must say, I don't remember them being as bad as they are in this video and the others I watched on youtube. I'm pretty sure I stayed up late just to catch them on that very "Arsenio Hall Show". Heh.
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