High Tea, Facials and Phantom

My best friend is sick. She's not supposed to be sick because she's supposed to be in Vegas tomorrow at 12:39 pm. I'll be there, ready to pick her up, with our other best friend in tow. That one arrives at 10:30 am.

I have a theory about parents and sicknesses. Every parent I know that has a younger child is sick quite frequently. We go through elementary, and even into high school, contracting various bugs because let's face it, kids are disgusting and unclean. So we grow up being sick all the time. Then we are okay for a while because either we don't have any children or we have babies and limit their exposure. Then the damn kid starts preschool or elementary, contracts every little virus on the planet, and we are sick again. We actually get to go through the whole damn thing again because the little assholes have mutated just enough that our bodies aren't immune to them anymore. That, AND the fact that we are exhausted from taking care of ourselves and our little munchkins.

I really don't get sick anymore, at least from the *normal* exposure. Hey - there's a positive to having teenagers. (IF only there were more...)

But on to Vegas.

A girl's weekend. No doods. As ungirly as I am, I am still looking forward to the teas and the facials and ridiculous tasting menu at the Eiffel Tower. And Phantom. Girl show. Friggin awesome.

Besides the whole "Vegas" experience, I have the best friends in the world to enjoy it with.

I pray she gets better. Now. She needs this way more than I do. And I need her to be in cahoots with us.

Tomorrow I will be on my way to Vegas, via car, pick up my girls at the airport and head to The HOTEL at Mandalay Bay. Life is sooo good.

On an ending note, I got a great workout in today and I am not too sore to move.

Monday blues

Yesterday was discouraging... I started the ActiveX program on Friday and quite frankly, I overdid it. Not that its uncommon for me to overdo anything, but boy, I really threw my body into shock.

Two hours before my shift at the restaurant, I was determined to do my first workout in a very long time. Well I do other "active" things, but for some reason, those require a completely different set of muscles. It's like I have the "backpacking" muscles in my legs, and this other set that somehow retired over the last year.

I regress a little. The workout requires some sprinting. First of all, I don't run. I detest running. Sprinting. Jogging. But I dragged my 18 year old son out and we sprinted. Or he sprinted. I ran then jogged then "walked with a purpose". Of course, we are at a slight disadvantage here. There are no flat areas and no sidewalks. Currently we have snow in the shade, mud in the sun, and gravel on the narrow streets for the ice, not to mention sloppy berms on both sides. He suggested we do this at the wash. At least there are no cars and the incline is tolerable.

Wow, and while we did this, some dude walked by and just took one of my water bottles. Wierd.

The workout is what it is, and it has its merits. In between "sprints" I did some squats and invisible jump rope.

Then I went to my second job. It was really busy. I struggled to walk. Run. Whatever.

Hell I couldn't even get out of bed the next day. Let alone off the toilet. For some reason, that too requires those second set of muscles.

I figured by Monday my muscles would have healed some and I could continue, but with less zealous. Then Sunday night hits me with a migraine. I didn't recognize it in time; meds were useless.

For some reason, migraines have the ability to suck all the good out of the world - like evil black holes. My legs weren't any better and now the world was a foul, ugly place. To top it off, I had an appointment at the DMV after work. Yes, let's go to the lair of all things unhappy, unable to walk right, with a migraine. I am pretty sure the Sith run that joint. And now I am doubly pissed because I simply cannot work out.

Today started similar, but I did manage to eat half a bagel. This time my medicine worked and I the darkness diminished. I pulled the workout up and modified it to fit my mountainous environment. All in all, I think it went well. Tomorrow's blog may disagree, as I think I worked another set of those dormant muscles.

Now I have a boatload of chores that have piled up over the weekend and Monday. I suppose I should get off the computer then?