It's Monday and the laundry has reared its ugly head again.
We had a good weekend. Friday night was scrapbook night, at which there was NO scrapbooking done!!! We just ate and laughed and laughed...and laughed! But that pretty much sums up any successful girls night out, huh? I love those girls!
Saturday we had dinner for the Marine who was celebrating his 20th birthday.
Look at him all 20 years old! He got the same card from both of his grandmothers. We giggled about that because my m-i-l is a wonderful and involved grandmother and the Marine's other grandma (hubs EX m-i-l) is distant and uninvolved. I mean emotionally distant, not physically as she lives in the same city as we do, but her "relationship" with the Marine has pretty much involved sending a card and a check both at Christmas and his birthday. Period. No other involvement. Sad, so sad. Life is too short to not cherish your family. So anyway we had to tease my m-i-l for picking out the same card as you know who!
TWENTY! I told him that since there was no longer a "teen" at the end of his age, that there would be no more "teen" actions! Nope the teen drama is done. And if there is any "teen" drama left then I feel confident that the large sweaty angry drill sergeant, that is going to take over the Marine's world on March 10th, will beat it out of him!!! Our "teen" will be a man when we see him again in June after boot camp!
I asked hubs if having a 20 year old kid made him feel old. He in reply asked if it made me feel old. Well, since I did not birth the Marine, no it does not. However since the Marine has lived with us since he was 9, the more appropriate thing to say would be yes RAISING him has made me FEEL old! He better give us some cute grandkids (AFTER HE IS MARRIED AND FINANCIALLY STABLE) to make up for the trauma of raising him through the teen years!
Here is the gym "run down" (ha ha), I ran a slow and steady 2.7 miles this morning. No, there was not a perfume situation to report. Praise God. After all the eating and snacking Friday night, then birthday dinner extravaganza Saturday for which hubs smoked a fab brisket (all night long- ohhhh tender) and Sunday after church we went to the country club and chowed like animals at the buffet, I probably should have run 40-50 miles to work that all off!
(Note: we are NOT C.C. type people. Hubs boss is a member and tacked us on to the corporate membership as a little perk and so hubs can take clients to play golf. No, no, no, you see we don't have the pedigree, credentials, nor enough old OR new money to qualify as members on our own! However, on the up side, the c.c. could be the source of some SERIOUS blog fodder, just you wait!)
So after eating what could probably amount to half of my body weight this weekend, I waddled through a slow run. Tomorrow I will have to take it up a notch. If I blog this then I am somewhat accountable, at least in my head.
Music is my motivation while running so I have to freshen up the i-pod selections from time to time to keep me going. Here is what I downloaded last night. These might make any fellow old skoolers giggle... "Bust a Move" by Young MC, "Groove is in the heart" by Deee-lite, "Bizarre Love Triangle" by New Order, "It takes two" by Rob Base and DJ E-Z Rock! That is some good stuff baby! I have to stay somewhat cool so I added in some Fergie, Moby and Fatboy Slim, cuz that's how I roll.
I also downloaded a Marine Corps running cadence! I figured I could imagine a big scary drill sergeant running next to me yelling and that would keep me going. Plus I got kind of sentimental about it, I will run to it at the same time my boy will be running his butt into the ground in San Diego. Awwwww. I have to tell you I got chills this morning when it came on. That "1-2-3-4" and then the troop yelling "Marine Corps!" made me all proud feeling!
I was on the phone with my Mom this morning and she was asking me about my quilting. I told her that I was going to have to start working on my "block of the month" or else I might get banned from the group or get a demerit at the Feb. meeting or something! Tomorrow will be the day. I have to go into the sewing room today and finish the rest of my organizing so I will have some room to work. I'll be back with the report tomorrow...or an S.O.S!
Back to the laundry room I go. Happy Monday!