Father’s Day Again

This is my first Father’s Day without a Grandpa or my Dad living. It’s a little strange that my family ties don’t go back to a patriarchal figure anymore. Day to day life goes on, but it’s strange when you stop to think about it.

I never really know what to say  on days like today. It’s a weird feeling, and it’s hard to express, but slowly I’ve come to terms with it.

I know the pain and loss will always be there, it comes out as a random outburst of angry tears that happens every year around this time of year. It’s the annoyance at Father’s Day commercials and sales, and listening to people complain and whine about the struggles of finding a good gift. It’s always there simmering away, but some days it’s easy easier to control that others.

At the risk of posting photos I’ve already posted before, I thought I would share pictures of my Dad just being my Dad.

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Miss you always.

Learning to Love Yourself

You wouldn’t know it by the weather this week, but summer time and bikini season is looming.  Usually, I’m always amped to throw on a swimmy suit and hit the beach or the pool, but this year, something is different…..

I think I’ve given myself unrealistic body goals.

I believe the root cause is in the fact that I sort of inadvertently lost so much weight last summer.  While struggling with and trying to get my anxiety and panic attacks under control last summer, I basically quit eating.  It wasn’t that I didn’t want to be eating, I’m not one of those girls who doesn’t eat…..food is always my jam!  I was just way too worked up all the time.  Eating just a couple bites of anything would just make me feel sick and nauseous.  I remember distinctly sitting at work trying to eat a cliff bar…..it took me 4 days to get through the whole bar!!  During this period I was also working out a ton, because ya know….that’s what they tell you to do when you’re stressed.  Run a bunch, lift all the heavy things and put them down, and get those happy endorphin feelings flowing!  I’m not sure how exactly I managed to function, but apparently anxiety gives you super powers….just not the sort of super powers anyone really wants or should have.

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It turns out that loosing 15 pounds in two weeks has a dramatic effect on your muffin top.  It also has a dramatic effect on your psyche…

I know that I only achieved my slimmed down self because I was unhappy, and that unhappiness and stress changed my body in ways that I normally cannot and would not do.  The worst part though….is that I felt so accomplished.  Maybe it was just the sense of control I had over things.  Nothing felt good, but I had finally achieved the look I had been craving since high school but never had.  It was the one little thing that seemed to be going in my favor.  I finally had reached a point where I didn’t have to squat stretch out my freshly washed jeans, I could throw on anything in my closet and there wasn’t a lump or bump to be found, and I think it just gave me this inflated and superficial sense of self-esteem…..which when you talk about it sounds super awful and unhealthy……BECAUSE IT WAS!

My body is obviously not meant to existing in a muffin top free state….I’m honestly not sure that even the strictest diet would have kept me looking that way.  Once I started feeling better the muffin top slowly but surely started making a come back.  I’m naturally curvy and just tend to carry and collect all my weight generally on my love handles and around my belly button…..a spot I’ve nicknamed “The Doughnut of Awful”.  I’m right around 5’10” so I’m overall very proportional and quite a healthy weight for my height.  I’ve never been told that I need to loose weight by any of my doctors, and even in high school at my most active, swimming and dancing for several hours everyday, I still was no where near as slim and lean as I was last summer.

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…..this photo stresses me out…..as much as I hate to say that and I want to rise above it all…..it still does.  I know that it’s only 12ish pounds and some summer time tan, but I’m not sure that this picture makes me feel as happy as the other one, which is my continual struggle.  There’s some muffin top and tummy squish, and my ribs and hips aren’t poking out of my body.  Idk….it’s not bad, I can rationalize that, but at the same time I don’t exactly feel good about it either.

Lately, I’ve been trying very hard to convince myself that a slightly squishy Miss Happenings is a happier Miss Happenings.

  • I try and remind myself that I’m in a happy relationship, and if I eat out a bit more or drink a bit more now than before it’s because I’m with someone who wants to spend time doing things and having fun with me.
  • I should be happy that my brain finally realizes that skipping a workout to have lunch with friends IS NOT AN ANNOYANCE OR AN INCONVENIENCE!!!  That’s just how my anxiety made me feel about it all the time.  It’s a rare chance to spend quality time with some of my favorite people.
  • I should realize that I rarely hang out in bikinis alone, so even if I’m looking slightly squishy in a bikini I’m still surrounded by people who love and care about me regardless of my muffin top.

I do honestly remind myself of all these things and more when I look in the mirror and don’t like what I see.  I suppose that I probably will always occasionally struggle with my weight and how I look.  I always have from time to time, so it doesn’t make sense that it would mystically go away anytime soon.  The most annoying and hardest part is the small little diva voice in the back of my mind that sometimes quietly whispers that if I just stopped eating for a couple weeks I would slim right down again.  Ugh….go away crazy diva voice…..I have burgers and shit to eat, new beers to try, and things to do that have nothing to do with you!

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Going forward, the best I can do is continue to work out, maybe reign in the diet and kick up the cardio a bit, and just generally live the best and healthiest life I can live!  You only get one life and one chance to do all the things you want to do.  I refuse to believe that anyone looks back on their life and regrets the fancy desserts they ate, or the summer time patio drinks with friends they drank.  That simply can’t be reality…..and if it is, I don’t want it to be my reality.  If I had continued on the stressed out path I was on, I know looking back that I would have regrets.  I already regret the things I did or didn’t do because my anxiety controlled my life.

I lived that life once, and I refuse to go back there.

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This summer, in the same jeans as last summer.  A little bit squishier than last summer, but I’m happy!  Ignore the sass face, The Engineer was mocking my photo skills….but he’s just jealous of my shooting skillz!

Happy is healthy….and that’s all there is to it!

 

Roadtrips, Runza, and Mules

Before we get into the bulk of this week’s blog, I’d like to brag about where I’m writing this from.  I’m currently plunked out on my patio, having coffee and brunch with my Scout-a-Roo, and writing.  Thank goodness warmer weather seems like it’s here to stay.  Spring on the prairie can be a roller coaster ride of 80 degree days followed by mini blizzards…..waking up each day is like opening Forest Gump’s box of chocolates…..you never know what you’re going to get!

At least for this weekend anyway, spring seems to have finally sprung, and that means I can have a lazy weekend breakfast with my little one before we pack up and head to Momma’s for chores and Mother’s Day things!  Brunch this morning consists of coffee….obviously, some watermelon that’s on its last few good days, and a mini potato, cheddar, and chirzo quiche that I picked up yesterday from the fancy bakery downtown.  Seriously, things are looking fancy as fuck around here this morning….minus that fact that I’m in a hoodie and sweatpants.  It’s early enough that the sun hasn’t quite reached my patio…..so at least for the moment, warmer clothes are required.

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Now that you’re all…..I’m sure….jealous of my super posh lifestyle, let’s move on to the main event.

Last weekend The Engineer took me home to meet the family!!

It’s been a long time since anyone I’ve dated has taken me to meet their family, and apparently it had been several years since he has taken anyone home.  I had apparently been the topic of some Facebook creeping before we arrived….which is totally fine.  That’s the age we live in, you generally have a good idea about people, at least how they look, before you even meet them.  I was sort of amused however because they thought I would be shorter in person.  This is really only amusing because if you were to dig through most of my Facebook pictures,…..I’m the tallest one in every picture!  Maybe they just assumed that girls from SoDak are extra short?!

I should back up a little bit and start the weekend at the beginning I suppose.  It may or may not have been discussed on the blog, but I was a dancer growing up.  I danced until I graduated and moved off to college.  Technically I was on my college dance team, but that’s not really the same sort of thing, at least at my college.  Momma still works the front desk at the studio I grew up attending, so we usually attend performances.  Last Friday happened to be the start of their annual recital weekend……so I made The Engineer go!  “Made” really isn’t the right word, he did sort of offer to come with.  I know that recitals can drag on a bit, especially if you don’t know any of the dancers, but there were enough tiny puff tutus on tiny ballerinas to keep us amused and entertained for the couple hours a performance takes.

Saturday morning we got up and headed down into Nebraska.  Now, maybe it’s just something that’s engrained in us “born on the river, SoDak kids,” but Nebraska isn’t really a place we like.  No one from there can drive, they make fun of our none existent accents, and they come to our drive throughs and attempt to place no less than 18 individual orders over the rumbling of their mud coated diesel dually trucks.  We get it….you’re from the country……ughs!  It’s important to note that the rumblings that people like me produce are lessened ten fold if you take us into Nebraska the sneaky way….like down the interstate and over into Omaha to shop for example.  However, if you cross us directly over the river…….the grumbling begins.  I don’t care that you put an extra “r” in Norfolk so that unlike the apparently civilized people of Virginia who have Nor-Fuck…..I have to suffer through Nor-Fork.  Don’t make fun of my accent when you’re just adding in letters willy nilly!  Also!!!!….Did you know that apparently in Nebraska they are taught that the capital of SoDak, Pierre, is Pee-Air?!!?  What?!  No….it’s Pier….like where you put a boat.  Seriously Nebraska….get it together down there!

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When you take a SoDak girl across The River weird things happen!

As much as I like to hate on Nebraska, they do have a couple things of note.  Husker football….if you’re into that sort of thing, Trader Joe’s, Lush, and Runza.  Runza is a preferred snack/meal of mine….mostly because I get it on such a limited basis.  Now, for those who are unaware, runzas are basically a bread tube stuffed with beef, cabbage, and spices.  There are variations, such as a mushroom and swiss runza, but in it’s purest form thats what it is.

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They might actually be the state dish of Nebraska.  I know plenty of families that make them homestyle style in their own kitchens.  Clearly, it’s a thing……

I had actually never had a runza, because initially I was confused and overwhelmed in the drive through with the varieties one could purchase.  I had no idea options were going to be available to me, and I got a little freaked out.  Not wanting to be one of those people who holds up the drive through line, I panicked and ordered chicken strips….which are amazeballs….and that’s been my standard order every time I got to a Runza.  Life doesn’t get much better than actual chicken made into deliciously huge stripes, thick and potatoey crinkle fries, and honey mustard.  Honestly, Runza honey mustard might be the best thing that Nebraska has ever created, and is the standard by how I judge all other honey mustards……here’s looking at you Sonic and Arby’s with your crappy honey mustard!

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That good honey mustard feeling!!!

Anyway, The Engineer has learned that the best and fastest way to turn my mood is with a snack.  Like, I’m not saying he got his Costco membership just to get me guacamole…..but that’s mostly what it’s been used for so far! 🙂

After nearly an hour of listening to me bemoan the horrors of dually trucks in drive throughs and debating the proper pronunciation of Norfolk, we stopped and got Runza.  It was decided that I’d get chicken, he’d get a runza, and we would just share.  Now, I’d been informed by several people that I would like runza.  After all, I like all the things that go into a runza, so it seemed logical that I would like it.  However, logic apparently doesn’t always apply.  Dislike isn’t really the word I would use, I mean I’d eat one and be sorta happy about it.  They have a flavor that vaguely reminds of me when Dad used to be in charge of dinner if Momma was gone for something.  These dinners occasionally would be canned Dinty Moore beef stew on a couple slices of bread.  It’s not a bad flavor, but certainly not one I’d want all the time.

Realistically, I don’t see myself changing my standard order anytime soon.  Why would I get a runza when I know how glorious the chicken stripes are?!  Also, I’m not much of a fan of their onion rings…..#BurgerKingRingsforLife…..however, should you be unable to decide between rings and fries, Runza has revolutionized the food scene by allowing you to get Frings……half fry, half ring.  If you were say….in the business of trying to hunt a Nebraskan, I’m fairly sure that a trap baited with an order of Frings and a Busch Light would get the job done every time!

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The snackies make me happy!!  Yes, I take these embarrassing SnapChat pics….I feel no shame!

We spent a nice weekend with his family doing mostly lazy outdoor things like sunning and drinking.  I’m generally totally on board with lazy summertime drinking so this worked out just fine for me.  His brother in law eventually made a whole series of super yummy thin crust pizzas….honestly I couldn’t even tell you the flavors.  Cheesy, saucy, deliciousness that was most definitely needed after a day of drinking and attempting to discover the glory that is the moscow mule.  They are apparently, a “mulie” family.  I had never really had one before, maybe just the occasional sip off of The Engineer’s.  Even he doesn’t drink them often when he’s with me.  Usually around the house we are beer people, margaritas if we are feeling extra fancy!  Apparently, the vodka makes the mule….and I have to say that Svedka Blue Raspberry makes a fairly delicious drink.  Personally…..I’d probably be more onboard with Jalapeño Grapefruit….but that’s just cuz i’m zesty like that!

Decisions, Decisions!

All in all, it was a good weekend in “The Good Life” country.  I left sunburned and happy having had my honey mustard fix.  I even survived a brief escapade into the small town, downtown bar scene.  I call his home town small…..it’s actually twice the size of my hometown……but that’s irrelevant!

KitchenAid Struggles….and Other News!

I really like my KitchenAid mixer although I use it only on rare occasions.  Generally, these occasions revolve around making mashed potatoes or occasionally banana bread!  In case you’d like to know a (Mis)Happening’s fun fact…..mashed potatoes are one of my most favorite foods!  However, during my last mashed potato making session, my KitchenAid attacked me.  And…..there was a witness to the event even!

 

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I love this color….Imperial Grey….nice texturized finish and it goes with everything.  Color, my friends, is over rated!

My KitchenAid doesn’t occupy a permanent countertop position for a couple reasons.  1…I don’t have that much countertop to go around, and 2…..you can only eat mashed potatoes so often.  It just doesn’t need to be out all the time.  This effort to clean up and put stuff away is really the cause of my most recent incident.  Frankly, this isn’t the first time that attempting to clean up and organize my life has come back to bite me in the boo-tay.  Often times, I wonder why I even try and adult, because it just doesn’t seem like it ever works out for me.  Case in point….I maybe got too ambitious/excited about planting some veggies for summer, and I probably now have a couple dead tomato plants because spring in South Dakota is currently involving a winter weather advisory!

The KitchenAid’s home is on the bottom of my pantry cupboard.  It only barely fits on the shelf, and some focus and maneuvering is required to get it put back away.  I’m not even sure what exactly the mixer got caught on while I was trying to put it away the other night.  I do know that the squishy part of my knee, right above my knee cap, ran smack into the pointy front edge of my mixer.  Now, I get hurt a lot, a couple weeks ago a candle attacked me in a similar fashion while I was getting in the truck, but this was, I think, the worst owwy I’ve received while at home.  I was left with the sort of feeling you get when you bang your funny bone…only in my knee, and a large bump and bruise.  To make matters a bit worse, the bruise is right at Scout’s head height, so she has a tendency to whack it while trying to show off her hedgehog or alligator retrieving and murdering skills.

To makes matters worse, I WAS ATTEMPTING TO MAKE DINNER FOR THE NEW BOY!

So there’s The Engineer….sitting across the island from me….looking slightly concerned and a little bit confused as I’m like half laughing and being mostly in pain.  I’ve warned him several times that life with me is just a constant ride on the struggle bus, but either he doesn’t believe me, or he doesn’t seem to mind.  It’s not even like I had to pull out all the cooking stops to impress him.  He’s been to several of the house parties, so he’s always known that I’m perfectly capable of whipping up some dinner.

He had his own fair share of fails this weekend though too!  It just hasn’t been the most successful weekend at Casa (Mis)Happenings.  I finally decided to upgrade my old college coffee pot.  I’ve been wanting new one for quite some time, but I had originally planned on waiting for the old one to die before upgrading.  However, I got tired of waiting….and frankly that wasn’t the best plan because it would involve being without a coffee pot for a day or two.  So…..I ordered myself a Ninja!  It’s got a timer, I don’t have to move it out from under the cabinets every morning to fill the water tank, and it will brew different sizes and strengths of coffee depending on what I’m after.  I’m excited to use the Iced Coffee setting this summer so I don’t have to drink stale, old, brewed coffee over ice, and The Engineer is excited to make his new favorite coffee drink…..the frappucino….in combo with my Ninja blender!

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He set things up, and I got a beer…..it was super ideal! 🙂

Anyway, he decided that he was going to make the inaugural pot of coffee on the new Ninja.  Someone….maybe over estimated how strong he likes his coffee….and brewed up a pot of mud.  I thought it was fairly drinkable….with the addition of some coconut milk.  He used the included milk frother thingy to whip up some milk to try and fix his…..it didn’t work out.  It was only after he had given up on drinking the mud that I remembered that I have some actual coffee creamer in the fridge that BFB left behind a couple weeks ago….whoopsy!  Despite the bad coffee, we did have a nice rainy morning Harry Potter mini marathon!  I’m not sure what else you’re supposed to do when the temperature drops near to freezing and it rains all day.  Movies and snacks seem like the only logical answer!

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Time to Get my Booty in Gear

I’m generally not one for recording goals.  I think everyone has goals that they mull over in their minds, but it’s often said that the most productive people write down their goals so that they can actually see them.  I’ve sometimes debated creating journals and lists for myself, but I know myself well enough to know that I’d probably do it for a week or two….but my commitment to these things never lasts very long.  Really, my commitment to most things only lasts until I forget to do it once and then it’s just all over.  Taking vitamins…..solid for a week or two at a time until I space it off one night and get out of the habit.  Honestly, this blog is one of the longest things I’ve ever committed to……and even on this I’ve missed a couple posts here and there…..like last week for instance!

I’m not interested in books like 50 Shades of Grey okay?!  I’m interested in the life changing magic of tidying up.  That’s right, how to declutter my home to achieve inner peace, and my optimum level of success!  That’s what your 30’s are about.  How can I turn this shit around?!  I’m a horrible person, I’m not happy with where I am.  How can I turn this shit around?!  Help me Tony Robbins, help me! — Ali Wong

So, in an effort to try and motivate my nearly 30 something life towards my maximum level of success….I present THE TO DO LIST!

  • Work to double my number of followers on social media — I have little to no idea how I’m actually going to accomplish this, but I’m hoping that people will just start to realize the amazeballsness that is me and decide to come along for the ride?!
  • Upgrade my blog account to look more professional — I’m thinking I’ve reached a place where I should take the plunge and fork over the cash money to buy my URL outright.  I’ve stuck with this long enough that I think it’s officially a thing.
  • Prepare, practice, and study to perform a successful turkey hunt this fall — Okay, so there’s nothing saying that every hunting trip is successful, that’s why it’s called hunting and not shooting.  However, I have good feelings about trying to get ready for a hunt.  I didn’t buy the bow with the intention of hunting,  but turkey tags are relatively inexpensive, I’m in charge of Thanksgiving so I obviously need a turkey, and I feel like this plan will help keep me motivated to hit the ranges.
  • Recommit myself to my fitness, specifically cardio — I say that like this isn’t Easter weekend and I’m not just lounging around munching and snacking.  However, I have recommitted myself to sculpt and rowing classes at the gym.  Also, summer time is coming and that means bike time on the trails with Pimp Money and his wife, so maybe I’ve sorta got this in check?!
  • Finally motivate to do the yard updates I’ve wanted since I moved in —  I can’t guarantee that I’ll be allowed to make these updates.  Mostly this sits in the hands of the HOA board.  However, if they approve my plans I’ll have to put them into action.  I took the first steps tonight by finally emailing the board with my requests, so now we just have to wait.  Approval will mean some digging and serious time in the yard ripping out and replacing plants, and digging up grass for a garden!

I’m not sure what kind of optimum levels my success will reach, but sometimes I think it’s important to take steps to over ride your inner lazy girl.

Things that Go Crunch: Part 1

THIS WAS NOT HOW I WANTED TO START MY WEEKEND!!!!!

I mean, not that anyone ever wants this to happen…..but I was amped to have finished a good workout and start out what is planned to be a good party weekend.  I won a VIP table to a concert for 10 people and a $100 party tab, so fun party plans have been in the works for a couple days.  A crunched front end on my Terrainy girl wasn’t exactly part of my previously scheduled fun! :/

Ugh…I’m just so annoyed.  And I’m still cold hours later…..a lingering byproduct of having to stand out in the chilly SoDak spring wind for two hours while we waited for everything to get sorted out and settled.  Thank goodness it wasn’t winter…..I would have frozen in a post -Yoga Sculpt sweatcicle!

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Doesn’t take much of a collision to crumple plastic into submission…….

Other than being cold, and a turn signal that is currently on the fritz, all is fine.  I’m fine, and the Terrainy girl will live to see another day.

Things to be grateful for are good things I suppose.

 

 

 

Shenanigans and Malarky

I spent another long weekend in the Black Hills last weekend to celebrate St. Patrick’s Day with some of my favorite people and foods!  Although, I did switch up the food choices significantly this trip, which caused my coworker to wonder alarmingly……”Were you not feeling well or something while you were out there!?!?”  I assure you, I was fine…..didn’t even wake up with a hangover any of the mornings!  Whoop whoop for partying like an adult!!

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First things first, I’m not going to attempt a 6 hour drive without a coffee the size of my head.  Yes, I know, this is just going to cause potty breaks somewhere down the line….something my father would be very disappointed in me doing….but desperate times call for desperate measures sometimes.  Luckily, Yankton entered the 21st century years ago with a drive through coffee shop…..much to my cousin’s snobby dismay.  Maybe more on this later, it’s not the theme of today’s story!

Upon my somewhat tardy arrival to Rapid City…..mostly due to potty breaks and extreme gas use due to hurricane force head winds…..I proceeded directly to my beautiful Russian Bestie’s house!  We were starving, so I didn’t even really stop to say hello to her beautiful, baby girl!  The sushi was calling our names!  We tried Jane’s favorite place, but there was apparently no one home.  The sign said OPEN…..but the doors were all locked up.  So, off to the new mall we went for Fuji and some baby clothes shopping!  I haven’t had an oppertunity to see the Russian in a bit over a year, so it was so good to just catch up and hang out like we did in college.  Ugh college…..the good ol days I guess!

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To quote my Russian, “Friends are like bras: close to your heart and there for support!”

I’m usually not much on babies, but the Russian and her Hubby have a very cute, very happy little one!  She even let me hold her for awhile without doing that ‘sensing the fear’ thing that bees and babies seem to have in common in response to me!  Plus she’s got a super stellar wardrobe that I had a fun time shopping around and adding too.  In addition to sushi and baby cuddles I got to try some wine from Moldova and a fancy Russian cake that basically had the taste and consistency of tiramisu without the addition of espresso.  All in all, a great way to spend a sunny Friday afternoon!

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Om nom nom nom!

 

After shopping and snacks I headed up in the Hills to Lil B’s house.  We initially had grand plans of getting Lewie’s…..but no one ended up feeling hungry.  Actually….I didn’t even make it out to Lewie’s this trip, which was a bit sad but I mean there’s always next time I guess!  I spent the night drinking. chatting, dancing around, and attempting to deter the girls from wanting to do makeover parties on my face.  My makeup brushes still haven’t recovered from the last blush heavy makeover! 🙂

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Blurry pic….but there’s wine, so life’s good!

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Bright eyed and bushy tailed….ready to start the day.  If you look closely at the picture, you’ll notice the BFB joining in on the coffee times!

Saturday morning Lil B and I had some nice quiet coffee time.  I suppose that’s what happens when you can hear the kiddos playing in their room until way past their usual bedtime.  Nothing wrong with letting them sleep in on a Saturday I suppose.  Eventually the littlest one climbed out of the blanket fort style sleeping situation they built for some breakfast.  This was shortly followed by all of us going out to meet Heinz for brunch, and much to my surprise…..the littlest one pounded down a second breakfast of toast and an egg.  Child after my own heart right there….no such thing as too much food….particularly breakfast foods!

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I will say, nothing much beats milling around and waiting for a table at the Hickok House to get a heaping plate of chile rellenos, hashbrowns, and eggs.  I’m not sure how they make the chili that they smother those little cheese stuffed puppies in, but I need to know.  Do you ever have that urge to get a job at a restaurant just so you can figure out some of the secret recipes and then quit?!  No…..!?  Maybe that’s just me.  The peppers seemed to be stuffed with extra cheese this time…..which made them especially amazeballs!

Saturday night we finally got up to some shenanigans, which may or may not have involved drinking in the street….which is allowed on St. Patrick’s Day…..and getting kicked out of a bar.  Now, I wasn’t the one who was kicked out, but when you’re out with your people and one of you gets told to leave…..proper protocol dictates that you all leave. I wasn’t in the bar to see the events that led to removal….I was of course in the street getting beer…..but I did hear about it the rest of the night.  Drama…..drama…..drama…..I tell you what.  St. Patrick’s Day in Deadwood is a bit like New Orleans all the time…..just constant booze and beer all day long, wherever you want to be drinking it.  It’s fine in small doses, but honestly isn’t a life I’d want any part of in the long term.  Does that mean I’m becoming old and finally growing up?!

Sunday afternoon I had lunch at the Loud American in Sturgis…..which I haven’t been to in years.  So long in fact, that the whole thing had been remodeled since the last time I was there.  Apparently it’s been done for at least 2 years….clearly I need to get out way more often.  I was also somewhat bummed that they have taken chicken tip tacos off the menu…..I guess things can’t always stay the way they were in the good ol’ days!

Sunday night, Lil B and I decided to take the girls to Spearfish for Taco Bell and Beauty and the Beast.  Don’t judge us on our Taco Bell habits…..it’s Lil Bs favorite fast food, and I have no problems at all pounding down a chalupa or two.  So bad….but so so good!  The new movie was good, although maybe a little long due to the addition of some new songs.  IDK, maybe I’m just an old school purist…..but I just wanted a live action version of the OG cartoon…..not some new and improved version.  Oh well, it was still very good, although it meant that the girls got home past bedtime on a school night.  Whoopsy!

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Laying in bed, formulating a plan…..

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Movie night prep….which maybe caused me to teach a kindergartener how to read a PBR can….which maybe caused her to run around the house singing, “Pabst….Blue Ribbon Beer!” for several minutes…..which maybe caused Lil B and I to giggle about her possibly receiving a call from school the following day.      This….this is why I shouldn’t be trusted with children!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Them Taco Bell Snap Chat moments….

Monday morning Lil B and I got the girls off to school, stopped and got Starbucks, and then headed off to college.  Yes….I snuck into Anatomy class with B at BHSU.  Now this was weird for several reasons…..firstly, as a tried and true, dyed in the wool SDSMT heritage student, it felt wrong……very wrong to be on the BHSU campus.  It’s just not a thing that’s done honestly.  Second, I was less than impressed with her professor.  She assures me he’s very good and that this was just a test review day so he wasn’t really teaching…..but I’m skeptical honestly.  Thirdly, ALL THE THE GIRLS WERE TINY AND TOTALLY ADORABLE!  Was I that cute and adorable when I was in college?!  I’m trying to think back and remember that I was, that we all were, but I really don’t think that’s the way it was.  Maybe I can blame the fact that we all wore actual clothes…..jeans and shirts….and not just “athleisure” wear and maybe thats why?  High waisted yoga pants will do slimming wonders…..so honestly I think that’s what I’m just gonna go with.  I could have looked cute and little….fashion just wasn’t on my side!

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Lil B’s handwriting….vastly superior to mine!

I spent most of the rest of the day with Lil B at the hair salon while she got her hair done.  It was nice to just hang out and chat some more, plus there was the added benefit of making her go to Subway with her head all full of foils.  Ahhhh small town living….you’d never think of doing it at home, but out there, stuff like that just feels normal.  I ended up headed home much later than normal, but that’s fine by me.  Extra time spent in the Hills is never bad time.  Plus, now that Spring has sprung, the threat of driving home in the dark on crappy snow packed roads has mostly left us.  Now that I’ve written that, I’m sure we will get some sort of late season snow.  I’m sorry….don’t hate me.

It was, like all my trips West, a very good time.  Even though I didn’t get my jalapeño bacon cheese burger or phillies….I got steak tips, sushi, and Taco Bell and that works just fine for me!  I didn’t spend any of my time nursing a hangover which is nice but also slightly depressing at the same time.  Some of my best times bonding with my girl friends have been the times we’ve all been lying on beds or the couch hungover, laughing, and feeling like absolute butt hole.  It’s how we spent more Sunday’s than I care to talk about in college, and how we spend a rare weekend together now.  I say weekend now, because those mid 20 something hangovers linger!  If you’ve had one you know…..it’s not longer hours of hangover….it’s days!