Fully Alive…Ready to Smile

So I survived the death virus cold thing that tried to take me out.  THREE WEEKS!!!  That’s how long it had its stranglehold on me  Stupid cold.  After my trip to the hospital I did manage to take it easy, thanks to some awesome people who helped me out (shoutout goes to my mom, Jer’s mom and Andrea!  Thanks guys)!  I managed to not cook for a whole week and I have to admit I tried to feel a bit guilty as I sat and read while my mom cleaned bathrooms and did laundry and helped out with my kids.  The afternoon that Andrea so sweetly offered to have my girls over I enjoyed 4 hours of Twilight complete with Pepsi and ketchup chips.  PERFECT!  I’m sure that’s what started the journey to health

This past weekend I went on a roadtrip with 3 of my girls, Jen (”Holla, BEST playlist ever!!”), Sarah (”Hey Bud!”), and Nikki (”it’s Britney, B&#%@”) to see Britney Spears and do some shopping in Minneapolis.  We stopped in Albertville along the way to spend some time at the outlet mall and then continued on to Sarah’s mom’s house (we were blessed to be able to stay there for the weekend).  

Friday we did the MOA and the Britney concert (more on that in a bit).  Saturday was the awesomest ever…The Cheesecake Factory.  I will openly admit that their cheesecake is about the best thing since, well since anything, really.  If I could create cheesecake like they do, I would die a happy woman.  Happy and fat.  And likely I would die sooner from the vast quantities of cheesecake I would have consumed over my short and ecstatic existence. 

Speaking of happy, I got makeup!  After spending a couple days on the road with these girls, I realized that I am SADLY lacking in the makeup department.  Big time!!!  Let’s just say that Nikki’s makeup bag was almost as big as the bag I brought for all my stuff for the whole weekend!  HA!  So I followed Jen around and she gave me some good advice and suddenly I have more than tripled my eyeshadow, lip gloss and blush/bronzer supply.  I have the colors of the rainbow and I’m on my way to looking like Mimi on the Drew Carey Show.

 

 Okay, maybe not, but I AM getting really brave with my makeup.  Today I shocked myself with teal eyeshadow that matched my shirt and I kept getting a glimpse of myself in the mirror and thinking, “Whoa!!  ’She’s a hottie, she’s a hottie, and just a little bit naughty…’”

And naughty would be about the right word to sum up Britney.  Wowzers…hot stuff.  Her singing sounded perfect and exactly like her cd…wait…right…okay, nevermind  She puts on a fabulous show though, lipsyncing or not.  I have to admire her use of cages, poles, whips and furniture.  Fancy stuff.  I sighed heavily a couple of times and imagined the throngs of screaming fans chanting, “ER-IN, ER-IN, ER-IN.”  But alas, I realize I’m not meant to be a pop sensation because my fear of heights would hinder great acrobatic feats like sailing through the air on a giant umbrella.

 

**Sorry, I didn’t take this picture as I was not sitting on the stage or by the stage or in fact anywhere near enough to take such a pic.  Picture from Hollywood.tv** 

Honestly though, it was great!  Well worth my $50CDN/$800USD.  The Pussycat Dolls opened up for Lady Spears (I giggled when Perez Hilton called her that during the opening video) and they were FANTASTIC live.  They have moves that I couldn’t do in my dreams (or anyone elses for that matter) and they can belt out a tune.  We were sitting up in the nosebleed section and I do wish I had brought some binoculars.  

Binoculars probably wouldn’t have helped me see through the drunk skull of the dancing guy in front of me.  I’m pretty sure he wanted to be a Pussycat Doll.  He kept turning around waving his two drinks, cell phone and random piece of paper while wiggling his drunk a$$, all like “Hey look at me guys, I’m awesome, aren’t I?”  Um, nope, didn’t pay money to see you.  He did eventually stay down by the railing because I think he just got too drunk to walk up the nauseatingly steep stairs.  To give him credit I was super happy that he was in the row below us and not behind us because as he teetered to his seat trying to multitask all his drinks and paraphernalia he spilled beer on the girls in front of him.  That sucks…I know.  Been there, done that, had the wet shirt to prove it.

The trip was fun and the girls were funner.  I know funner’s not a word, but I wanted to say it.  Funner…funner.  Okay, you grammer geeks can stop cringing now.  I’m done.  And for some reason I never did well in English class…heh. 

Anyway, so now I’m home and back to our regularly scheduled programming which includes children begging for snacks, insisting they are starving, refusing to eat meals, crying because it’s bedtime and they are SO hungry and all that fun stuff.  Hopefully I’ll find my inner zen before tomorrow because I’m starting my reflexology course in the evening (insert nervous sweats, palpitating heart and excited exclamations).

Peace out, Peeps.