TGIF Babeeeeeee

Did I happen to mention that Friday is one of my favorite days of the week? There are lots of good things happening on Friday. It's the day when most businesses let their employees wear jeans for the 'ol designated casual day. Most people get paid on Friday (um, not me) and it's the day that kicks off the weekend. Friday is the "meet your friends at the restaurant/bar night, drink until your clothes fall off and kick yourself for ruining your entire weekend night." Friday night you know you are going to need that ultimate medicinal greasy hamburger hang-over cure the next day. I'm kidding. Those days of "one too many" are a thing of the past. I'm getting older now and it takes me a week to recover, when it used to take me a few days. Plus I don't want my 15 seconds of fame to come from a You-tube video clip. Bring on the weekend! Speaking of the weekend, tomorrow I will be golfing at The Phoenician and trying out my new Tour Edge hybrid. Watch out cactus, small desert creature and beer cart gal. Hopefully my golf ball will be the only thing flying and not the four-banger words, like FORE, DUCK or OUCH (that had to hurt). Maybe on Monday, I will have an impressive golf story, like how the fire department had to rescue a stranded golfer trying to get her ball from the side of a mountain. Maybe the fire department will be called out, because I tried to mow down a jumping cactus with the golf cart? Definitely a sticky/prickly sit-gee-ation. I can't help it if the darn accelerated tends to stick. Just ask Will. At one point he was a potential target when I decided to try and drive the golf cart with my left foot. He almost had to do a Starski and Hutch hood slide over the top of the golf cart. I learned a valuable lesson that day. My left foot and an acceleraters don't mix. Sorry baby! Fingers crossed I don't hurt anyone golfing on Saturday. Everyone have a great safe weekend! Be thankful every day you get to see another sunrise! Drink responsibly and stay thirsty my friends!

My fake addiction

What is my fake addiction you ask? According to my crazy friends, I'm a sharpie sniffer. Yep, I can whip the cap off a sharpie in 1.2 seconds and have half the contents inhaled through my left nostril before you can say, royal blue proboscis. The running joke is: the end of my nose looks like rainbow skittles after a much needed fix. Their stories of my sharpie addiction keep getting more exggearated. Legend has it, I fought to the death with a little old lady for the last pack thin-tip sharpies at the dollar store. She could swing her walker like a pair of ninja numb chucks, left her false teeth stuck in my neck and kicked me several times with her rock-like orthotics. After the dust cleared, I managed to crawl away with one green sharpie in hand and a pair of false teeth on my neck. Victory was mine! Really folks, I don't need a sharpie intervention. I like to think that my sharpie whiffing is a form of artistic expression. Besides, I'm not breaking any laws. There are no D.U.I.S. (driving under the influence of sharpies) check points. Cops don't have a sharpie meter to measure how many colors of the sharpie pack I've actually been through. Don't hate! Don't forget, my favorite color is blue and shapries make great stocking stuffers. Tell Santa I've been a good girl!

ew-weeee Back to the Grind!

Can you all believe the 3 day weekend is over? Gosh, next time remind me not to blink! I guess it's true about what "they" say. Whoever "they" may be. Time flies when you are having fun or is it, time flies when you get older. Regardless, I'm having loads of fun and getting olderWhich I don't plan to stop either, because for one, I can't stop getting older, physically. Mentally is a whole different can of nuts and I refuse to stop having fun. Here is our weekend in a nut shell. Friday night, BBQ. Saturday, Party. Sunday another BBQ and Monday, yet another BBQ. I'm seriously thinking about swearing off eating beef. Geez, I guess Labor Day weekend the stores must have massive sales on beef, cuz that was, "what's for dinner" the entire weekend. I never once had to ask "where's the beef" cuz it was like a bovine buffet. We might have to rename Labor Day, to Carnivore Feeding Frenzy Day. One interesting highlight, while at one of the BBQs, a party goer brought in a big bag of home-made Jell-O shots. They were definitely yummy, but again, most of us know what Jell-O is made from. Yep, we are full circle back to the bessy the cow thing again. Gosh, if you are what you eat, then after this weekend, that would make me a COW! Good thing I practice eating in moderation, or I would be mooing about now. Lucky for me, I've never heard of a cow being named Susan. Probably good thing I like to workout, or I would be wearing a moo moo. I thought my little play on words was kind of funny. "moo moo" hahahaha I'm sure most of you are smacking your foreheads about now and thinking you are glad I don't quit my day job. Regardless of the butt load of beef being served, I had an awesome weekend. I was able to spend the weekend with my awesome family and some really great friends. Hey friends and family, the next long weekend, can we have a foul weekend instead?

Golf Self-Analysis

It's been officially one year this month that I started golfing. Hard to believe one year has passed since I started smacking balls around at the driving range, golf lessons and attempting to golf my way through various courses in and out of Arizona. For the first time golfer, hitting the driving range and lessons are a must. I didn't realize my swing was all over the place, until I took lessons. My golf pro instructor kept saying I was meant to play golf. I told him, you have to say that, because I'm paying you. Of course my swing wasn't nearly as bad as Charles Barkley. I've come a long way baby. During those not so great games, I often rely on my many excuses for my not so hot round. Like, (1) you can dress me up, but you can't make me play; (2) I shouldn't have eaten that giant bean burrito for dinner last night; (3) I am in desperate need of new clubs, because of course it's not me, it's the clubs; (4) evidently I need to drink another bloody mary to loosen up my swing; and (5) there is a cosmic force taking control of my ball. I also like to use the excuse that I have a remote control ball and someone has tapped into its frequency and they are making it drift right. Yep, right into the bushes or the sand trap. I also told my beloved Will that I evidently need a vacation in a tropical port, since my golf ball wants to beach itself. Next round of golf I'm going to bring an umbrella drink, play calypso music and plant a chase-lounge chair in the sand trap next to my half buried ball. Figure if I can't beat 'em, I'll join 'em. Beach Blanket Golf Bingo. Move over Anette and Frankie! (ouch, dating myself) Honestly, I'm having a great time golfing and look forward to the day when I beat the golf nickers (he actually wears shorts) off my man on the golf course. Yes, one day I will beat him. And that doesn't mean knocking him over the head with my five iron! That would break my club and make me iron deficient. Keep on Clubbing! Have a great Labor Day weekend!

Ode to the Margarita

This blog is dedicated to my on again off again relationship with the margarita. Arizona is known for having some of the best Mexican food ever! When I say ever, I really mean ever. What better way to compliment the best Mexican food ever, is with a margarita. Yep, this frozen, frosty, sometimes on the rocks concoction makes the best Mexican food ever, taste even better. Here is a list of some of my favorite places to enjoy a margarita. You could say this is my stab at being a local restaurant critic. These restaurants aren't in any type of fave order. First we have Chevy's. They have a very nice variety of fruity margaritas, along with really good Tex Mex style Mexican food. They also make their own tortillas and make you wear a funky sombrero when it's your birthday. Trust me, anyone looks good in a sombrero after a couple of margaritas. They also let the little ones have raw tortilla dough to play with, but most of the time the parents grab it up to try and make some twisted dough bunny. My second haunt would be Arribas. These people make some "fire in the hole" Mexican food. No wonder they sell plenty of margaritas. It's to extinguish the flame in your mouth. Their food may be hot hot hot, but it's good. No sure it's so good when you re-experience it later. It's worth a little discomfort. My next choice would be a local place called Macayos. The President and family ate at Macayos when they visited Phoenix this year. The plates are heaping and their margaritas are delish. Though for some strange reason after I eat their salsa, I can taste it for days. I kind of wake up in the morning with garlic fire breath. Yep, I'm a dragon / dragg'n. There are so many more great places I need to write about, but I figured I'd stop here. Remember, drink responsibly and Stay Thirsty My Friends.

Shout out to my besty co-worker Lisa. Hope life settles for you soon! I'm thinking about you. Now get your butt back to the gym. :)

I'm feeling Mental today

Have you ever had one of those days when you just feel totally mental? Well, today is my mental day. There are a number of things I would like to blame for my mental moment. Super Will has suggested several times that I could be mental-pausal? Now wait one cotton-picken minute, I'm way too young to be mental-pausal. Mental yes, pausal noooo. Could have been something I ate? Though I don't think a plain cranberry bagel is going to effect my mood to any extreme. I'm halfway thinking that it could be the rise in the barometric pressure. After all, rain is rare and scarce in Phoenix. But when it does rain, and rain good, we get the old flash flood. Not to be confused with any other type of flash, like a flash of lighting or a hot flash. Along with the flash flood, we have an abundance of motorists that think their Prius is part boat. I realize a Prius is light and fuel efficient, but it isn't made to drive through 4+ feet deep water filled washes. Helloooo, Mr. Green Jeans, you don't own a Toyota Dingy, it's a Prius. Big difference. Sorry about that, didn't mean to get side tracked from the original subject. Ok, so this mental thing was hanging on and on, so I decided to do what every intelligent woman would do when they have mental issues. I ate Chocolate baby! The spring in my step is back. I now have a big chocolate eating grin on my face and I'm actually being pleasant to co-workers. Gone is the grumbling, the stink eye stare downs and the stomping off like a 5 year old kid with their lip out and arms crossed over their chest. Chocolate must be magic. Chocolate must be the food of the Gods. Chocolate soothes the savage beasty mood. So good bye Rambo attack kitty. In the great words of Arnold, "I'll Be Back"

Oh My Gosh!

Sorry readers that I haven't posted since Thursday. I had a crazy busy fun weekend. Friday I left work early to attend the Arizona Cardinal's game vs Green Bay Packers. Nothing like a rowdy football game to get the weekend started. Cards got their little padded butts whooped up on. Yep, the Packers opened up a can of whoop ass. It's only pre-season, so no worries. Saturday we had tickets for the Diamondback's game. Picked up our buds (Dave & Beverly) to hit the 1:00 pm game and come to find out the game time had been switched to 5:00. Well darn, we had some time to kill. Some one came up with the great idea of hitting a local casino. Great idea indeed. Will (hottie man) and I ended up leaving the casino $400 bucks richer from playing blackjack. To top it off, the Diamondbacks won! So my title of official D'Back's schlep rock is no more. Yippe ki ya! Sunday we decided to hit the spinning class at our gym. Little did Will know that I had a secret competition going on with him on how long I could ride standing up on the bike. Well being the smarty pants that he is, he figured it out and the challenge was on! The poor instructor kept saying it was time to cool down but neither of us would give up and sit down. Not until the instructor said it's time to stretch is when we both got off the bike. So game on! Sunday afternoon we hit the golf course. I had fun, but ended up in 14 different sand traps. I'm not kidding! 14 times I was in the beach. Lucky for me I can normally get out of the sand in one try. Call me Sand-wedgie. I think that is a record. Maybe my golf ball had some type of cosmic force that sucked it into the vortex of sand doom? Regardless, we had a great time. Sunday evening we caught a movie. Went to see District 9. All I can say is that I was shaking my head most of the movie. Very strange and very weird. A wee bit too many alien guts. But hey, some people like movies with exploding alien guts? Yesterday, I had a sicky daughter. So I stayed home. Ok, I bess get to work. Wow, it's September 1. Time is fly'n!