the amazing adventures of jen14221

daily checkin

This morning I woke up with my son's feet in my face.  It was 8:25am.  Peter slept on the couch last night - we have no A/C and it's about 10 degrees cooler downstairs and he did not want feet in his face (and my BIL is in the guest room).

Peter actually woke me up at about 7am, puttering around and ZIPPING and UNZIPPING his suitcase about 100 times, getting ready for work, but 8:25 was when I finally decided to get out of bed.  It was already 80 degrees in my bedroom.  And I had feet in my face.

Will begged to stay home from camp today because he did not want to miss the soccer game (OH MY GAH I WILL BE SO HAPPY WHEN THIS WORLD CUP SHIT IS OVER) and I finally agreed. 

I did a bunch of laundry, cleaned up cat vomit, cared for my child, and listened to Peter's brother snore, loudly, until 10:30am. 

Peter came home at some point and he and his brother went to lunch.  I was not offered any lunch.  I could have totally used some lunch.  I fed Will lunch.  I did not eat lunch myself.

At 12:45 I dragged Will next door to go swimming.  At 1:30 he demanded we go home because SOCCER WAS ABOUT TO START OH MY GAH.

I set WIll up in front of the TV with his cheesy poofs and lemonade and went back to the pool until 3:30.  Then I took my sunburned ass home and got dressed and went to the airport.

I flew to Philadelphia.  It was 102 degrees when I landed. I checked into the hotel and then I went to Qdoba for tortilla soup.

I was kind of hungry.  Remember, I had no lunch.

saturday kid photo

We're in Providence.  I went to the mall and bought some cute new shoes today - 50% off. They are Calvin Klein silver ballet skimmers with an adorable embellishment and I've had my eye on them for a while.

Tonight we're going to a party.  I lead a v.v. exciting life.  Try not to be too jealous.

busy summer

Working out of town has its benefits (good pay, lots of private time, hotel and airline points) but during the summer I really just want to hang out at home by the pool.

Not my pool, I don't have a pool.  I use my next-door neighbor's pool.

Anyway, summer just started and I think just about every other weekend is booked. This weekend I'm flying to Providence, Rhode Island to partake in some Forced-Family-Fun with my in-laws.  In July, we're spending a few weekends in Toronto (I have these Hyatt points to use up and they expire at the end of August), and I want to try to get my ass to New York City at some point to see my sissy and her new house.

In August I have BlogHer and we have a week scheduled in the Outer Banks and I have an Ophthalmology go-live in there somehere.  Then it's September and Will goes back to school and the neighbors will close up the pool (sob) and I'll be trying to plan our trip to Clearwater Beach in February.

I usually take a week off during the summer to lounge around but there's no time this year.  Boo.

how i got the screw on craigslist

I LOVE Craigslist.  I mean, usually.  I sold our condo in South Boston on Craigslit, for almost $400,000.00.  I saved over 20K in real estate fees by doing it myself.  Peter bought a car off Craigslist, and sold the same car on Craigslist a few years later.  Take a look at my previous post; I just bought Philles tickets off CL with no problem.  The truth is, I've bought and sold a bunch of stuff on CL and have never had a bad experience. 

Until yesterday!

Some fat fuck named Ken (fake name, probably) in a Silver Nissan Altima with New Jersey plates sold me tickets to the Flyers/Devils hockey game that he bought with a stolen credit card.  That's $240 wasted. When Will and Peter arrived at the game, they were turned away. 

So Peter bought MORE tickets, not quite as nice seats, but legitimate seats at least.  And $250!

$500 for a stupid hockey game.  SIgh.

more breakfast deliciousness

The XIX restaurant at the Hyatt has changed their breakfast menu. 

I can no longer order this, but I can order this:

That's a fried egg and ham panini with some sort of delicious melty cheese, served with a little side of dijon mustard.

It was fabulous, but I could only eat a little. 

And this morning I had the cinnamon-sugar french toast with a side of organic bacon and a cappuccino.

I ate almost the whole thing, and ordered a second cappuccino.

Oink!

By the way, what the hell is organic bacon and is that why it cost $5 for three strips of it? 

the things you can get done when you leave the office at 3pm

I was way productive yesterday afternoon:

• I picked up my bag at the Embassy Suites.
• I had my nails done.
• I picked up my refill at Walgreen's.
• I colored my hair.
• I worked out.

I did all that before 6:00pm and then I went out and drank 1,000 margaritas.

upgrade armageddon + breakfast sandwiches

LMNOP company so got their money's worth from me yesterday.  I logged issues related to the EpicCare Summer 2009 upgrade for TEN HOURS STRAIGHT OH MY ACHING ASS.

And then I went to my hotel (this Hyatt at the Bellevue is spoiling me sonething silly, my suite is enormously awesome) and I laid in bed and moaned a little and went to sleep at something like 9:15pm.  I skipped dinner. 

I do NOT skip dinner, people.

So this morning I went to the XIX restaurant on the 19th floor of the hotel (very fancy, if you can swing it I highly recommend it for the decor alone) and had my free Hyatt breakfast:

Isn't this obscene?  Scrambled eggs, Irish Cheddar, Ham, Tomato and Spinach on some kind of an herbed biscuit with a side of onion-y fried potatoes. 

I couldn't finish it but it was delicious.

You know, the *Embassy Suites has some good things about it but I don't think I am ever going to be able to leave the Hyatt.  I mean, I do not get access to the fancy gym, super-delicious breakfast sandwiches and free mimosas offered to me at breakfast at the Embassy Suites, you know?

*Except I have a bag of stuff there that I sort of need.
 

sunday kid photo; also one of me being lazy

Hockey Banquet!

Will got a bobblehead hockey guy trophy and I won the Tim Horton's Coffee basket raffle.  It was a pretty good morning.

And then I had to go lay in bed fully clothed and with my shoes on and moan a little.

Because I needed to pack that suitcase you can see on the left hand side of the photo, because my fat ass is flying back to Philadelphia in the morning.  For Upgrade Armageddon. Help me!

florida snappies

We've been home from our little Spring Break for almost two weeks now; it's time to show you the pictures.

Day One.  We arrived at 12:30am.  The next morning was cold and windy.  We went shopping.  I was going to buy this bag.

But I bought this one instead.

 
 

And I got some new running shoes.  Note to readers:  I do not run.

Peter and Will got some new stuff too. 

We liked the breakfast at the Hilton.  Here, Peter eats eggs and takes a call.

Will only gets Froot Loops when we are on vacation.

The boys got tickets to see a few games.  I napped.

The water was cold but we stuck our toes in.

 

This fish is the reason why I only swim in freshwater.  This guy had bright green eyes and TEETH.  And he was ALIVE and appeared to be breathing air.  I made some poor guy walking on the beach near us throw it back in the water.

 

vacation week

Any Monday morning that I am not on a plane is a good Monday morning.

Tomorrow night we'll all be on a plane to sunny (or not-so-sunny) Florida and I am looking forward to some downtime and no snow (God, I hope).

Today I did the following:

Stocked up on Veuve Clicquot.  It was on sale!

Napped, briefly.  I woke up after just a few minutes to find this guy staring at me.

Ate at Mighty Taco.  When will I learn?

Tomorrow:  submit expenses, get a B-12 shot, fly to Tampa.