It’s My Life

Isn’t going to stay there. I am going to Vegas the 2nd week in September for training for Slumber Parties We are there from Thursday thru Monday and I can’t wait. I love Vegas. I love everything that it implies. I love the drinking and the gambling, I love that you can do something there and no one knows who the hell you are.

However this isn’t that kind of trip. I will be in classes everyday from 8 am to 8 pm. Learning things from how to market my business to understanding sexuality so I can be more helpful to my clients. Slumber Parties distributors come in from all over the world for this training. I feel sorry for Vegas. We have already booked up 2 hotels and it’s still a little more than 2 weeks away. I am hoping to come back with a renewed sprit and a new lease on life.

I thought I would love living in Florida again, and I am sure I will this winter when it’s 10 degrees at home and we are in the 50’s. But right now it’s hot and I hate it. Everyone pretty much keeps to themselves here and I just miss our friends so much. My husband is back home this week for work and I am so jealous I could scream. He called last night from Paul’s Club, which is on State Street and one of the coolest bars ever, It has a tree growing in the middle of the bar. Ok not a REAL tree but it’s cool. The atmosphere is jazz lounge. Big couches and chairs to hang out on. He is also staying at The Concourse on the Square, which is a fancy schmancy hotel that all the out of town people are staying at. The biggest thing I am jealous of is that he gets to go to the farmer’s market tomorrow morning. *sigh* I so love the farmer’s market. I threatened him with his life if he comes home without fresh cheese curds.
Ok back to Florida. It’s hot, Stupid hot. The drivers suck, either it’s 30 miles above the speed limit or 30 below. No one keeps up with the car in front of them and at stop lights there is usually a car length between their car and the one in front of them.
I love that we have a pool but hate our house. I am glad that my husband is home much earlier and he is always in a better mood.
Hopefully I will enjoy it more once I start volunteering at my son’s school and getting out.
*sigh*

I realize I suck at updating this but I will make an effort.

School started yesterday and my son is now a 6th grader. Yesterday was hard for me. He is in a school in a new state and I was terrified that he wouldn’t fit in, make friends, The usual. I felt like I was in school all over again. Now the next question is does he or doesn’t he ride the bus. I would prefer he never set foot on a school bus, My husband however thinks it’s a good idea for him to at least know where and when it picks him up in case either one of us can’t pick him up or drop him off at school. I prefer to keep him completely protected from the horror that is the school bus.

We also flew home for a wedding. You know how sometimes you meet someone and you just know that you are going to be friends for life? That’s how I feel about Leah. Her and Rick’s first date started at our house. He HAD to have a haircut before they went out. While I am cutting Rick’s hair, Leah and my husband are screaming at the TV, some basketball game was on and apparently their screaming was helping the team score, or so it would seem. She also loves golf, which my husband use to play professionally. Needless to say they had lots to discuss. After cutting Rick’s hair I notice her shoes. I just tried on the same pair earlier in the day at the Boston Store. Nine West black strappy sandals size 9 please. Yeah, she was wearing them. I knew from that moment I would love her forever. Fast forward to their wedding day. They had a private ceremony at The Capitol, family only. I was disappointed but I understood. The reception was at The Madison Club. I have never been in The Madison Club but wow is it nice. The food was spectacular. Everything was hot and tasted fantastic. They had a heavy hors d’overes reception with prime rib, quiches, potato skins, bacon wrapped artichokes, meatballs, Everything you could imagine. They also had a dessert station with so many cheesecakes, chocolate cakes and an apple cake that somehow had ice cream swirled through it.
It was heavenly. Also my personal favorite- Open bar. Seriously how could you go wrong with an open bar.
I remember *most* of the evening. I lost the last hour or so but that’s OK. I didn’t make an ass of myself and I didn’t puke so that’s always good. Once she posts pics I will also.
If anyone is thinking of having their reception at The Madison Club you get two big thumbs up from me.

I got to come home last weekend and was thrilled to be able to attend the baby shower of one of my good, no great friends. I met her on theknot.com, as I have many of friends. I was so happy to be able to see her and all of my other friends. I wouldn’t have missed her shower for the world. It’s her first child and it’s a boy, Just like me.
It’s funny how much her and I have in common, It’s like we were just meant to be friends.
Same tattoo, same place, same drink ( Viva La Limon). Hell at one time we even smoked the same cigarettes ( Marlboro Lights in a box thank you very much). We even share the same mother. Not biologically but just the same. When her son is born I will be flying home for that event too. I don’t think she knows how much she means to me but I can’t imagine my life without her.

How do you define home?
I grew up in Florida, spent 24 years here. Then I moved to Madison,WI. The entire time I lived there I referred to Florida as home. Always. Whenever I said the word home, I thought about Florida. Then 2 months ago my husband and our son moved to Florida. I now refer to Madison as home. I spent 10 years there. I didn’t think I had much of an attachment to it.

We came “home” this past weekend for a wedding and a baby shower. When we landed in MSN I started to cry. I didn’t realize how much I had missed my friends in such a short time. How much I had missed the farmer’s market on the square, The sight of Bucky everywhere. The smell of cow poop. Yes, I said cow poop. State Street, The Capitol, brats and tailgating. I never thought it would make me sad to come home.