The girls’ trip away to the mountains was a much needed getaway fueled by tequila, pizza and Ghirardelli brownies.
Do you ever sleep in the same bed with your girlfriends? Erika, and I always share a bed when we travel, unless Ken is along and no matter how much he begs me, we do not share a bed with Erika. Don’t get all excited. It’s not like Erika and I get naked and/or spoon, it’s more of a just a friendly thing. We don’t even cuddle. As a matter a fact, I stay fully clothed (sweatshirt, socks, sweatpants) and I lie very still. Unlike when I’m with Ken I kick all around and twitch, fart, Dutch oven, etc. I am a much more polite sleeper with Erika. We have our system down. I get up early, she sleeps in late. I always head out to read my book and have a few cups of coffee while she snoozes.
I think I used to have a jumper in third grade that was that same plaid material.
If you’re wondering, I am reading the book the Murderer’s Wife, which is as uplifting as it sounds.
Early morning is my most favorite time of day. I love the tranquility and the possibility of what the day holds. I sat quietly, taking it all in.
This house backs up to a bunch of Nordic center trails, so it’s fun to watch the speed skiers go by. They are so skilled, well dressed and slick it makes me want to go back to bed and not even try anything new ever. I’m not much of a skier anyway. The last time I did it I fell on my face and broke my wrist. I had to be hauled down the mountain by the ski patrol on a stretcher. I asked the clinic for some drugs for pain and they waved their hands saying, “Oh, no you're fine, let’s wait for the x-ray.” Then all of a sudden those sons of bitches came running back in pouring codeine down my throat. X-ray was bad. Surgery followed. That’ s why I don’t ski. End of story.
After awhile, Julie got up and we shot the shit for three hours about training. Julie is an amazing runner – she set her high school’s record in the mile when she was a freshman. She went to Duathlon Worlds in Spain this year and kicked some ass. She trains hard and is an incredibly gifted runner. I love picking her brain about her fueling and training and how she balances it all with two kids and a job.
Some egg/cheese/bagel sandwiches in our stomachs, we headed down the mountain and I threw together some Chicken and White Bean Chili for Super bowl Sunday dinner. Thanks, Epicurious, for the recipe.
I didn’t watch the game. I watched Madonna during half time. Emma said, “She looks so young, is she young?” Nope, honey, she’s as old as dirt. She’s just had reverse-aging-work done and personal trainers and okay maybe I’m a bit jealous. Although, I must say I wasn’t so impressed with the performance – it was just okay for me. I wished her underwear had fallen off for an invigorating wardrobe malfunction. L-U-V Madonna! Full of herself much? And, Ce-Lo Green just doesn't look that great in a sequined choir robe. IMHO.
What’d you make for Super bowl Sunday? Above-chili, spinach salad, crescent rolls.
Are you a skier? Nope. Too much of a hassle. Too expensive. Too dangerous for my coordination level.
Reading anything good these days? I’m having a hard time getting into anything new. I hope the Murderer’s Wife sucks me in.
What’s your favorite time of day? Morning. I love everything about it from the coffee to the donuts to the morning breath.