Sometimes I do things just to be like 'One of Those People'

Like my title? 

It is true!

Sometimes I look at certain people and think " I want to be like them"

or

"I want to do what they are doing"

or

"Hmmm, maybe I should start ______, or_______, or __________ then I will be one of those cool whatever kind of people"

Examples

Cool Vitamin Healthy juice drinking people:

I was at Target in the makeup section buying new lip gloss. The Vitamins were one isle over. 

Hmm, I thought. Maybe I should buy some vitamins. I could have them sitting on my counter, like "Hey look at me, I take vitamins. Not just a plain ol' boring multi vitamin, but like different letters and stuff!" 

I scanned the shelves. Fish oil......Uhhhh! Cod Liver?? WTH?......Prenatal?? Ahh, now that I recognize, and boy it sure did make my nails grow out long and strong. Vitamain B6? My eyes went straight to the word ENERGY. I need more energy, because I am always tired in the afternoon. Throw it in the basket! YAY, Success. Cool Vitamin Person, I have now become. 

A Person Who Can't Start Their Day Unless They Start it With CARDIO!

That person is NOT me! I do not get enjoyment from working out. I buy workout clothes only so that I have something to wear on the days that I don't feel like wearing tight jeans, but can't get away with wearing my fuzzy pajamas to Target. I want my friends to call me and say "Hey, whatcha doin today?" and for me to say "Oh, heading over to the gym..........after I work out at home first. You know me, HaHa Ha, the gym is my church!" 

The Gym is NOT my church! The Gym is not my go to happy place! Working out is awful, and I would rather have my eyes poked out with hot needles! 

Although, if walking from my car to the inside of Target to purchase more workout clothes;only to have to try on 4 different sports bras, 3 pairs of yoga pants, and 2 zip up hoodies........well if that doesn't sound like cardio to me, I don't know what is. Hey, maybe I am a fitness freak after all! 

An 'I can sit around discussing foreign news, the stock market, and overseas trading at a party' Type of Person.

First of all, is Overseas trading even a phrase? Is it even a 'thing'? It just rolled off my tongue, so I typed it.

Anyways, lets move on. I am already yawning!

Don't get me wrong, I can hold an intelligent conversation, but certain topics leave me bored and baffled!

Well I may not talk politics over a cosmopolitan,

but........

I can wear a mustache, fake glasses and wave my hands in the air like I 

JUST DON'T CARE!! 

No 'Bored and Baffled' going on here! Just a whoooole lotta Warm Rum Cider, Fake Mustache/Nose/Glasses and some music!
Take that Foreign Trade Stock Politics!

We saw the 'Biebs' in concert! Cue the SCREAMS!!!

 Yes my household is a music loving household. All types of music can be heard from our ipods.
From Fleetwood Mac to Flo Rida.
From Johnny Cash to Johnny Rotten
From New Kids on the Block (hey, I relive my youth once in a while) to Justin Bieber!

I sat in front of two computers, four months ago and anxiously awaited while the hourglass spun in circles.
Would they be sold out?
Would I be able to figure out the Ticketmaster Captcha?
Are the $50 dollar seats going to be in the nosebleed section? spoiler alert.....Yes they were!

Hourglass stopped spinning

"GIRLS, WE ARE GOING TO SEE JUSTIN BIEBER IN CONCERT"

The hoops I had to jump through to get these tickets........

too many hoops to count!

Pre-Sale to American Express cardholders only- No problem!

Yes Problem- We don't have an AMEX

Call my parents, they'll surely have one- they don't

Sign up for one online, Genius!- Card will arrive in the next 2-4 weeks, WTF?? I NEED IT NOW! 

Call my parents back asking for advice- Go to grocery store and buy AMEX gift card?!?!

GENIUS PARENTS I HAVE! WAIT, NO, Not enough time!!!

Tell parents you love them, but you have to hang up now and contrive a plan- Dad says "hold on, call your Aunt! She may have one, and you can pay her back." GENIUS AGAIN!

Best Aunt in the world, can I have your AMEX # to purchase some tickets to see the Biebs in concert?- YES? I LOVE YOU, THANK YOU, THANK YOU, THANK YOU!

Tickets Purchased!

'Upper Concourse' Section 316......Code Name for 'NOSEBLEED'
But in all honesty, my girls and I don't complain. Justin Bieber the size of an ant is better than no Bieber at all.

My Co-Worker/BFF also jumped through the same hoops that morning, and was able to buy tickets for herself and her three girls.

Then our boss, who, in case he is reading this is THE BEST BOSS EVER, found out we were going and used his Marriott Reward points to get us each a Hotel Room.

CAN YOU SAY          

COMPLETE AND UDDER(OR IS IT utter??) AWESOMENESS??!!!

When checking into a hotel that is full of Justin Bieber fans from all over California, what do you do first?

You leave your teen daughters in the hotel room with your five year old while they get all decked out in homemade t-shirts, and makeup (teens, not 5 year old! No makeup for her yet. This isn't Toddlers and Tiaras)

You tell them you are going to 'check out the Hotel and go for a little walk', then you grab your husband (who only came because he happened to have the next day off. No ticket for him. He was going to lounge at the bar while I have my ear screamed in by crazed lunatic teenagers) 

You call your BFF who is staying a floor below you;even though the B*TCHY girl at the front desk swore you were on the same floor. Uhhhh, when did 21 and 20 become the same number?

.......and you wind up here

We checked out the Hotel......on our way to the outdoor bar. These parents deserve a drink before heading into the treacherous land of Maniac Bieber Fans!
By the way, we could hear the screams from the Staples Center while sitting at the bar. The screams of girls that thought if they showed up early they'd catch a glimpse of JB hoppin out of his tinted windowed, chrome car!
"AAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH JUSTIN WE LOVE YOU AHHHHHHHHHH EEEEEEEEEEE"

Bartender, can you make that a double?

Time to go!

Blurry action shot of the girls jumping in the hall on the way down. 

All in all it was a great experience

Oh, wait let me rewind. 

A word of advice

Five year olds get tired waiting 2 hours for someone to show up on a stage. 

Five year olds don't care about concerts

They only care about Hotel Pools and jumping on Hotel Beds

Five year olds grab your hand midway through the FIRST SONG and yell in your ear

"Can I go to the Hotel with Daddy? I'm tired!"

Five year olds make teenagers say 

"OHHHHHH MYYYYY GOOODDDDDDDDDD! She is wasting a ticket! We so could have brought one of our friends"

To which mom replies-

"We are NOT even going to go there!"

and for once.......they zipped their lips, and didn't go there. :)

Daddy saved the day.Thank goodness he came, thank goodness he was 2 seconds away having a tray of sliders and a beer at the ESPN Sports Bar! Thank goodness his night was made by having two moms try to pick him up because he looked 'lonely'.

Thank goodness he had an excuse of "Oh, I'm waiting for my wife and daughters inside the concert"

Thank goodness that excuse turned out not to be a lie, because one minute later he was actually needed.

Daddy to the rescue. 

YES, they went back to the room and jumped on the beds! He is a big kid too!

What an AMAZING time with my family.

The next morning we raided the Executive Lounge for all of the free snacks.Thanks Boss....again......for being an Elite Member! We love free snacks!

We were exhausted, but hubby still drove us through Hollywood to 'see the sights'
Sights being Homeless and Graffiti, but Hey, I got my Hollywood sign Picture.

Lessons learned

• If you are going to sit in front of your computer for AMEX presale tickets. Make sure you actually have an American Express. 
• Don't think your homemade purple t-shirts from Michaels are going to be 'Super Original'- They AREN'T! I can't even tell you how many homemade purple t-shirts we saw! And Justin didn't even take the time to come find my girls and compliment them on their iron on skills.
• If your five year old states to you beforehand that she is SUPER excited about the Hotel, but the concert 'Uhhhh, not too much Mama'- Believe her! Don't waste the money on the ticket. She will have just as much fun in the pool or jumping on the bed with Daddy.
• Find the Bar! Find the Bar at the Hotel, and then when you get into the arena, find that bar too. Smile at the Bartender, slam your hand down on the counter and say "I think this Mama deserves a Margarita"
• Most important lesson learned- HAVE FUN! Because I did! 
• Upper Concourse means............             UPPER CONCOURSE!!!   SUPER DUPER UPPER!

I would like to publicly apologize for.............

I have been a bad blogger.
I have been a bad blog reader.
I have been a bad blog comment leaver (yes it makes sense)


Why?

Because summer has been BUSY for me.

But I have not been bad at this:

Daughters 14th Birthday 'ROOM MAKEOVER'
I want to live in her room.

I have also not been bad at this:

Jello Shot Cantaloupes!
Healthy yet, 'FUN'

I have also been pretty good at this:

Sittin on the boat, relaxing, reading 50 Shades!

This has kept me pretty busy also:

Teachin my 15 1/2 year old how to drive.
'Keep Both Hands on the WHEEL!'

Havin a little fun too:

Surprised my older girls with a Demi Lovato concert at our local fair.
Then Fried Foods, Picture Booth Photos and Expensive rides afterwards!

Threw a graduation party for my son, and was busy hiding the booze from his friends:

No, I don't normally keep bottles of Tequila in my room, but when my grandpa comes over to me saying "Hey, that tall, loud one over there was sneakin in your booze" - Well, I had to start hiding! and taking keys away.

Summer also makes time for camping:

Hubby had a fishing tournament during our first scheduled camping trip. So it was Mama and the kids!
Girl Power! Started the fire, even had to put a plastic bag over my hand to unclog the sewer in the camper. Ugghhhhh!

An intertube, and the evening ocean!Entertaining for hours.

Daddy and his little buddy! Doing some night fishing in the surf.

Time for some unwinding with a margarita.

Just registered my youngest for Kindergarten. My older girls for their High School Classes. Working, BBQ'ing with family.
My 20th High School Reunion
School Shopping
Working
Checking on 18 year old son to make sure he is making good future choices - "What do you mean  you are going to hold off on taking some classes at the Junior College? Extending your summer a bit? WHAT?O.K. we will discuss this later! Yes,I love you too"
Getting mad at oldest teen daughter for trying to pull a fast one on us. - "Don't try to fool the masters little dear! Your dad and I were teens once too." 
My fourteen year old suddenly having the attitude of a prima donna! - "Who are  you? Where did you come from?"
My five year old wanting mommy to 'play with me.' every single second. - I am not sure how much more Littlest Pet Shop scenarios I can handle. 


I have been busy with just plain ol' family time. And it has felt good! It has been soothing, relaxing, fun! I love my kids! I love my husband, and right now, I am kinda lovin my life in general.

But school is starting soon, back to the old grind. Carpools, busy days, etc.

I will be back to blogging too, but right now, sunshine, beach, kids, husband and margaritas are taking precedence.

Cheers!

Here's to hoping that everyone has been having an AWESOME summer!

Soooo, apparently when I drink a bit too much, I turn into a Hip Hop Rap Reciting, Bad Ass! This is a beautiful post about Friendship and Ridin Dirty.

I am not a bad ass
I am not confrontational
I don't like Hip Hop and Rap......O.K., that is a lie. I do like it. I love all music. I really do.

When I drink, my husband has now been ordered to ban all electronic devices from within my reach.

Remember Drunk Dialing?

That is a thing of the past.

Now it is 

Drunk Facebooking

Drunk Tweeting

Drunk Blogging

Too many options for my ridiculousness to shine!

For the few that were able to read my drunk blog before I erased it, thanks for your comments.But that drunk blog, was nothing,and I mean NOTHING compared to the evil indulgence that I posted as my status updates on Facebook. 

* and let me tell you, and I know you all don't know me extremely well, but please believe me. I post on Facebook about once a month. Maybe not even that. But anger posting on Facebook?????UGGHH I don't do it! 

With that being said-

A HUGE Shout out to my Best Friend who knows me all too well.

I will give a recap of last Saturday Night:

Me: Gulp, Gulp! Yum, these Margaritas are yummy!

Gulp Gulp, oh, Honey, would you make me another one?

Gulp, pssshhhhppwwww! GOD that is strong, why did you make this one so strong?

Husband: "Hoping to get lucky"

Me: Hopin to get puked on is what is really gonna happen!

Gulp, Gulp! YUM!! I'm getting used to the strong factor

Gulp, Gulp

Husband: "I'm heading upstairs babe. Wink, Wink, Meet me up there."

15 minutes pass before I make it upstairs.

Me: Honey...........Honey.......... You sleepin? 

Oh well, I guess I will log on Facebook before goin to sleep.
Uggghhhh, My head is buzzeddddd. Actually I feel a bit drunk! 

Ugghhh, I just started thinking about 'HER'

The only 'HER' in the world that I HATE dislike in an intense way!

I'm gonna write about it on Facebook.

FACEBOOK:

Status Update:wioeoaihioaehfidhfkajfkasjf  fuck you bitch aaaidfhadiofh asdifj asdfka f you suck

akldfjkajfkdjfkajdf  complete lyrics to a Hip Hop Song

They See Me Rollin.......... They Hatin..........Try to catch me ridin dirty.......

* which by the way , I was mumbling to my drunk self, 'Bitches Be Hatin' so I think that is where that  song came into my mind???!!!??? Who the Heck knows.

My eyes are closing, I'm going to log off. Oh, but, one more thing

Status Update: blah, blah , blah, You are a beach ball,I am a little stick. My little stick will hit you down the beach. Blah, Blah, Blah!!!!!!!!!!

*More mumbles, and words, some I cannot even remember, or want to repeat.

Some were quite genius, rhyming like Eminem, some of the words would have made Satan proud, but I would rather forget those words. So I will just write Blah, Blah , Blah! I am sure you all get the point.

Oh, one more thing

Status Update: I'm nice, you are not nice. You suck, I don't suck. You are mean

* these words, I really wrote. 

Log Off, Go To Sleep.

Oh, hold on!

Let me Tweet on my phone! I just installed the Tweet/Twitter app. 

Ohhhh, what should my drunk ass write??  Tweet??

"BITCHES BE HATIN"

Done!

Good Night!

Ring, Ring-

1:00 a.m my phone rings......WTF? My best friend, why is she calling me so late?

Me: Hey!!! WHAT'S WRONG? Everything o.k.?

Best Friend: Everything o.k.? Everything is o.k. with me, what the hell is wrong with you?

Me: Huh?

Best Friend:Your craziness on Facebook!!! Who in the hell are you mad at? And who do I need to come beat up?

 Me: Oh, Bitchface! I hate her! I so hate her! She is sooo mean!

Best Friend: O.K. well, call me in the morning, but first get out of bed, log onto your laptop, and ERASE all of your crazy ass posts! You will not be happy with yourself in the morning. Too many of your friends look up to you as being a non-drama, voice of reason. Erase it now! Then go to bed, and call me in the morning. I love you!

Me: You are right! I swear I only had 2 margaritas. I think M drugged me.....

Best Friend: M drugged you? You are insane! Go back to sleep....Erase those posts first though!!! And I am telling M he is never allowed to fall asleep first, and leave you unattended with social networks! Plus, who are you kidding? You are not kicking anyone's ass! I'd have to drive down there and do it for you!! And we are too old for that!

Me: I wrote that I wanted to kick ass?? Oh.... yeah, I did write that.

Best Friend:  Yeah, you are apparently channeling your inner Dr. Seuss meets Snoop Dogg. 

Just be glad I have insomnia, and was able to catch your dumb ass before everyone else in the world woke up and read your posts. 

By the way, if it ever happens again, we will just tell people your facebook got hacked!

*That is why I love her. She is quick with the excuses! 

GOOD NIGHT!!

GOOD NIGHT!!

So a Public Service Announcement to all.

Eat, Drink and be Merry!

Do NOT!

Under any circumstances,

ever, NEVER, EVER,

Eat, Drink and Post, Tweet, or Blog!

Well, let me re-phrase that.

Never, Ever

Eat, Drink and Post, when you have pent up anger over a really, super duper mean lady!