Phone Calls after 10 PM

Being the mother of three darling (cough-cough) male children I have learned the hard way that no good news ever comes via the telephone after 10:00 pm. It is most certainly never someone calling just to say "HI" or "Miss you and Love you MOM" - no, no, no, it is always most definitely a bad call, a very bad call.


Since I pride myself on having common sense, one would ponder why I actually ANSWER the phone after 10:00 pm? Wouldn't it make my life easier if I just ignored that ringing sound and rolled over and went back to sleep? Maybe, subconsciously, I get some mysterious, perverted pleasure of jumping straight out of bed in the wee hours of the night, causing my heart to pump fast enough to produce a major coronary attack, sweat beading around my upper lip and pouring from my underarms along with the instant feeling of self induced vomit rising in the back of my throat? Do you think that's it? Hmmm...


Thankfully, for the short term anyway, the after 10:00 pm phone calls are at a rare minimum. With a 15, almost 16 males species still living in the adobe, I know those days are numbered...

Sunday, approximately 2:38 AM, well not really approximately, exactly at 2:38 AM, because I always LOOK at the clock when the phone rings in the middle of the night so that I can pronounce my own time of death... C2 called to inform us that his car had been stolen. Stolen right out of his very own parking lot. That gated, secured and monitored parking lot. Hmmm...

Needless to say, he was a little irrational at the time, well actually his butt was not only irrational but a little on the tipsy side. Okay, a little more than tipsy, whatever... so the story was a little, shall we say, convoluted? I have yet to figure out why he felt compelled to wake me up at that time to tell me the news. Yes, he was upset but wouldn't the car still be missing at say, 8:00 am? Hmmm...

All the proper procedures have taken place, the police were summoned and a report was written, the insurance company was called and a claim filed and as of today, nothing. I keep wishing that they find the car and I don't really care if it's stripped bare, just let it be able to be repaired because the alternative is not pretty. But then getting screwed over is never pretty is it?

And for today...

Have absolutely nothing to say but didn't want to stop the streak, so THANK YOU BECCA, you may now consider yourself officially TAGGED. Muwahahahahaha!

Stupid Tags...

In response to THE tag... and has anyone noticed 3 posts in a row? I'm just sayin...

8 things I'm looking forward to:
1. Summer and sunshine, well until it gets to friggin hot.
2. Grandbabies
3. Friday night football
4. A vacation, whenever that is
5. It’s Tuesday, so what else, The Biggest Loser…
6. The weekend
7. Retirement
8. This is hard – I don’t know…

8 things I did yesterday:
1. Worked
2. Had a salad for lunch
3. Worked late, again
4. Wrote a scathing letter to an insurance company and got my point across
5. Found the deck design that I want and asked for bid
6. Ate Mexican food for dinner, that diet lasted long…
7. Watched Desperate Housewives, Brothers & Sisters and Keeping up with the Kardasians
8. POSTED a blog entry

8 things I wish I could do:
1. Be a millionaire
2. Live on the beach
3. In a mansion
4. With a pool
5. Own a yacht
6. Park my yacht at my mansion on the beach
7. Have the perfect body without working out
8. Get a nose job

8 shows I watch:
1. The Biggest Loser
2. Grey’s Anatomy
3. How I Met Your Mother
5. Lost
6. Private Practice
7. Little People Big World
8. Office

8 people I tag:
1. Sarah – because I’m mean
2. Hawkeye Chick - ditto
3. Betsy- because you need to get back to blogging- where the hell are you woman? AND because Connie did…
4. Patsy – ditto #2
5. Bev – ditto #4
6. Tricia – ditto #5
7. Lulu – ditto #6
8. Tracie – ditto #7
9. Jane! - because I skipped something above...

The Girl and The Girl

I know that I have been slacking lately but Connie that DOES NOT mean that I will be dealing with your tag today, wench...

It does however mean, that I forgot to mention that I finally met THE GIRL!

Hubby and C3 went out of town last weekend to a football camp and since I am the wild woman that I am (right...) I called C1 and asked him if he would like to go to dinner on Friday night and bring THE GIRL. He gladly accepted and plans were made. He tried to back out of it on Thursday with an excuse that THE GIRL had already made plans to go out with an old friend (uh, helloooo, at 25, you do NOT have old friends, maybe at my age...) and wanted to know if I could rearrange my schedule. GUESS what my answer was?

So the plan was that they would come pick me up at 7:30 and we would head out to a nice seafood restaurant. Thankfully I had the day off and decided to go to the mall to seek out THE perfect outfit to one up THE GIRL. Me, shopping at the mall, what next? Managed to find a good outfit, that said 'Mom' but definitely 'Hot Mom' then went and had my nails done, got a pedicure and took my time divaing myself up and then sat and waited and waited and waited. They finally arrived at 8:45 and luckily for THE GIRL, I can honestly blame this on my own child.

I greeted her with a big ol' Texas hug (thought I'd throw her right off) even though I'm not a hugger unless I know someone. Think that shock effect worked well... Dinner went well and after a cosmo (or more) my nerves were settled. And I actually liked her. Couldn't find any fault with her, she was definitely more nervous than me and wasn't a huge conversationalist but admittedly I was on top of my game and didn't give her much opportunity. Score Kat!

She's cute, not as cute as the pictures I had seen and she definitely didn't go shopping for an outfit to impress me, hmmm... A little on the thin side, or maybe that was just my jealousy and my being on the not so thin side... But anyway, so far, it's been a little over a week and they are still dating, so I think we can officially rename her so she will now be called 'M.'

That would be because we now have a new THE GIRL but this one would be C2's...

Don't know her name yet nor have I met her, but I have seen pictures. She's cute, blonde (darn), a college graduate (yea) and employed (double yea). They seemed to have hit it off and C2 is smitten. Smitten enough to tell his Dad, that she 'might be the one...' Of course time will tell and until then she is now THE GIRL.

Could this mean, would it happen, is it possible that maybe someday I might actually get to be a grandma? Yep, I doubt it too...

And Today... Sweet Revenge

I learned something yesterday, there is ONE slightly good thing about menopausal rages. They can actually scare asshole husbands into submission...

Hubby has been pouty and pissy about the hours I've been keeping at the old J.O.B. He tried to say that he 'felt' (like he actually has feelings) that I loved my job more than my family. Truth be told in man language this means - "I miss you being at my beck and call and having dinner on the table every single night and having to fend for myself because I am a lazy male and can't do or think for myself."

His childish antics haven't exactly been sitting well with me for several reasons. First, the last time I looked we pretty much make the same amount of money and I'd be just as happy to live on his salary and be the diva I deserve to be. Second, the last time I looked I was not his personal slave and at the age of 50 the man should be able to make a meal or two on his own, pick up after himself and take care of a 15 year old kid. Third, what makes him think I ENJOY the hours I've been keeping? Yep, I really want to work 12 hour days and deal with idiots until my head explodes, it's my passion. Men are so stupid.

He made the random mistake yesterday afternoon of asking me a smart-ass question. "Are you planning on going to C3's district track meet or are you planning on working late, again?"

Oh. No. He. Didn't!

All my bottled up hormonal rage came pouring out, loud and clear, over the telephone, sitting in my office, with employees running for cover. It was not pretty. But it worked, for the time being, and I am back on top of my diva pedestal and being treated like the queen I am. So today my plan is to take a long afternoon nap, with the air turned down, and the thunderstorms rocking me to sleep and Hubby will get off work in time to pick C3 up at school. Ahhh... feeling better already.

Score one menopausal rage.

And Today... MEN SUCK

Really, there's not much more to say because the title says it all. MEN SUCK. Particularly men in the shape of husbands. I would rant more however I am currently suffering a hot flash along with an intense rage to murder someone and the sweat pouring off of me must be mopped up before some employee slips and falls and sues the company or something...

Menopause Sucks

• I'm not unhappy, yet I'm not happy.
• I'm not sad, yet I feel no joy.
• I'm lethargic, yet I'm not tired.
• I'm bored, yet I have plenty to do.
• I want to write, yet I have nothing to say.
• I want to exercise, yet I just sit on my ass
• I want to talk to people, yet I cringe every time the phone rings.
• I don't want to rage at people, yet I'd like to claw someones eyes out right now.
• I want drugs, yet I don't want drugs.
• I want to be not hot and sweaty, yet I freeze when I turn the air on.

I could go on and on, yet it is suffice to say Menopause SUCKS...

Blue Northern

Betsy, what are you from Minnesota or something? This is just for you....

The term blue norther(n) denotes a weather phenomenon where a rapidly moving cold front that causes temperatures to drop quickly 20 to 30 degrees with heavily blowing winds and that often brings with it precipitation followed by a period of blue skies and cold weather. Due to the flat lands in Texas, it is said that it is possible to see the cold front coming from miles away and one can actually watch the clouds that form the cold front as they engulf the blue sky.

What is peculiar to Texas is the term itself. The derivation of blue northern is unclear; at least three folk attributions exist. The term refers, some say, to a northern that sweeps "out of the Panhandle under a blue-black sky" that is, to a cold front named for the appearance of its leading edge. Another account states that the term refers to the appearance of the sky after the front has blown through, as the mid-nineteenth-century variant "blew-tailed norther" illustrates. Yet another derives the term from the fact that one supposedly turns blue from the cold brought by the front. Variants include blue whistler, and in Oklahoma, blue darter and blue blizzard. Though the latter two phrases are found out-of-state, blue northern itself is a pure Texasism. The dramatic effects of the blue norther have been noted and exaggerated since Spanish times in Texas. But that the blue norther is unique to Texas is folklore.

Much ado about nothing...

Believe it or not, work is still kicking my butt on a daily basis. So much so that I am actually planning on working tomorrow. ME, working on a Saturday, voluntarily, what is the world coming to? Seriously need some quiet time with nobody bugging me or phones ringing so that MAYBE I can at least get organized.

I just finished catching up on every one's blogs, I think. I haven't been blog walking in so long! I was actually feeling bad about not checking up on all of you to make sure you were all okay (even though I have been the biggest slacker in posting) but guess what I found out - most of YOU were slacking too and I bet you didn't even miss me!

Spent today at a MARATHON track meet and did not have a good time. For some asinine reason they started it at 1:00 in the afternoon, telling us it would keep it from lasting so long (the last one ended at 12:30 AM). So I had to leave work at noonish and drive to friggin DALLAS, gah! and got to sit in the rain, watch and feel a blue northern come in, and literally froze my arse off. It was 77 degrees when I arrived there and 42 when we finally left at 9 flippin 30 PM!

Just a little side note to the powers to be at track meets, starting it 4 hours EARLY actually made it last LONGER. Someone explain THAT one to me... Okay so we got home at 10:30 or so, not 12:30 but I had to be there at 1:00, not 5:00, and they don't sell fish in concession stands so I had to eat soggy, processed cheese nachos for my Friday Lenten dinner instead of going to some nice seafood restaurant, hmpff...

Okay, didn't really have anything to say and I am too tired to bitch about anything else, so hola! my friends, catch ya later....

My 25 random things plus some...

1. I am lucky to still be married to my best friend and after 27 years I still kind of like him.
2. Well most of the time anyway.
3. I hated the movie ‘The Bucket List’ mainly because I never could look at Jack Nicholson after the movie ‘The Shining.’
4. I have my own Bucket List.
5. Contrary to popular belief, experiencing the joys of menopause is not one of the items listed.
6. Ironically, due to the joys of menopause, my youngest son and I are growing our first mustache together.
7. When I was young I wanted to be the next Stevie Nix.
8. Sadly, I cannot carry a tune.
9. But, I would have looked damn good!
10. I could live the rest of my life happily as a hermit.
11. If I had cable tv, a dvr and internet connection.
12. And a pool and lived near a large body of water.
13. And had unlimited supplies of Eskimo Pies.
14. I am addicted to ‘The Biggest Loser.’
15. I am also addicted to watching this show while stuffing my face with Eskimo Pies.
16. I have the best in-laws in the world.
17. Sometimes I think they like me more than their real children.
18. I take joy in pointing this out to my sibling in-laws and husband.
19. I always wanted to be a Great American Novelist.
20. I started a book once.
21. The title was, ‘The Joys of Motherhood: How I Survived the Upbringing of Three Boys in Today’s Society Without Succumbing to Alcoholism, Drug Addiction or Murder.’
22. After the title, there was really nothing left to say.
23. I love all three of my children with all my heart and wouldn’t trade one of them for the world.
24. Today.
25. My middle son’s pet name for me is ‘Satan.’
26. My pet name for him is ‘Spawn.’
27. I have a great job.
28. They pay me way more than I’m worth.
29. Please do not tell them this.
30. I have brunette hair.
31. Today.
32. I’d make a great comedian.
33. As long as nobody watched me.
34. I hate daylight savings time.
35. I think we should always stay on the reverse cycle.
36. I like it when it gets dark at 5:30 p.m.
37. It gives me a legitimate reason to go home and get in my pajamas.
38. I never have regretted that I didn’t have any girl children.
39. I wouldn’t know what to do with a girl.
40. Actually there is only room for one diva in my house.
41. I do however love all my nieces greatly.
42. I take great pride in being the favorite aunt.
43. I know it hurts my sister’s feelings, but too bad for them.
44. I AM the favorite aunt.
45. I have great sister-in-laws.
46. I think of them as my sisters, truly.
47. Lately I’ve begun to think that I am turning into my mother.
48. This causes major panic attacks.
49. I never did this tag because I didn’t think I could come up with 25 items.
50. Now I can’t seem to stop.

Just one more reason to send me over the edge...

About a year ago I decided to buy a new computer. I had tons of pictures on my outdated 10 year old computer that I didn't want to lose and being a cheap ass I didn't want to pay someone extra money to come transfer all my stuff to the new computer.

So, being the bright genius that I always think I am, I discovered that through my Internet service provider, I had FREE capabilities of uploading ALL of my photos to be forever saved on the world wide web. It was pretty cool too since the same Internet service provider was also my cable TV provider and I had a whole channel on my TV dedicated to seeing my pictures! Too cool for school!

Now I am not one to often go back and look at these old photos, but just last night I went searching for that ONE photo that I needed to share with an old friend. Went to my f.l.i.c.k.r. (now more appropriately known as flucker) account only to discover that as of January of this year this is no longer a FREE service and if I ever wanted to see my pictures again, I had to pay a $24.95 ransom for the privilege of looking at them. SON OF A ...

So today, just in case I thought it couldn't get any worse, and needed just one more excuse to drive me over the edge, I get to copy and save, ONE by frickin ONE the 1,268 photos of my family and friends and vacations and holidays and so forth and so on for the past 6 friggin years onto my computer so that I can quite possibly crash the hard drive by overloading it with 1,268 additional pictures.

Since the ransom affords me 1 year of free looking at my pictures, MY PICTURES, or the opportunity to purchase MY PICTURES, I figure if I take my time and download 3.57 pictures per day, I should have all of MY PICTURES back in my possession, where they belong, before having to pay another ransom. SON OF A ...


Frickin sob's - Flick THIS!

And on the 12th day her head spun like linda blair's...

(Sorry Jane!, stole part of your heading but maybe that will make Junie comment here for you again tomorrow...)


So today was Monday. The day AFTER what was supposed to be two relaxing days of time off from the hell J.O.B. But, today was Monday.

Tomorrow I may just very well put VODKA in my water mug and see how that works, because the water ain't quite doing the trick. And if the Big Guy dares come in my office and suggests one more time that I either A) learn to delegate or B) should just take a few minutes and clear my desk and then maybe I could get something accomplished, then I probably won't have to worry about the J.O.B. any longer because I will be on trial for a serial killing...

Had a professional photographer in today to snap some action shots. This was me at around 9 am:

Needless to say, there was no afternoon shots taken. Well there were but only the ones that appeared on the news:

They say, tomorrow's another day...

My Day

when work gets in the way of life...

Actually nothing really exciting is going on in my life right now for which I am thankful because my work life is sucking the big one and I'd be pissed if it was messing my personal life up. Damn that was a long sentence...


Unfortunately one of our employees has come down with a serious illness. Unfortunately that means I am doing her job and my job and 'tis the season to make the big deals happen... It's hard enough to pretend to do all the work I do on a regular basis without having to pretend to all my work PLUS her work too! And so it sucks to be me, and yes I would like some cheese with my whine...


One thing I hate about this double duty is the working late and I'm tired (well also I'm lazy and this is seriously messing with my sitting on my fat ass and watching mindless tv). Monday night I didn't get home until after 6:30, last night it was 8:30 and tonight 6:15. That blows!

Something else that blows is because of these long hours I have missed an opportunity to meet THE GIRL yet again. You see, C1 is currently in Mexico working some deals to open a few of his gyms in Cancun (now wouldn't THAT suck to have to go visit my son in CANCUN?) and last night my niece called me and asked me if I wanted to meet her and THE GIRL for happy hour. The opportunity to not only meet THE GIRL on my terms, without C1, but to do it with the protection of my niece would have been great! But no, foiled again.

Speaking of nieces, one of my 17,049 nieces became engaged on Valentine's Day! Isn't that sweet? A little too mushy for me, but I am happy for her and extremely excited for her.

And speaking of fat asses, which I believe I mentioned above, I won't give you the ACTUAL number of pounds I gained while cruising the seas, but let's just say it was in the DOUBLE type number range. I can actually see my fat ass following me, so I started a diet Monday. THAT is not going so well, because, well because I am FRIGGIN starving to death. Cutting ones daily calorie intake by some odd 200% tends to make me grouchy on top of whiney... Just warning you.

That my friends is my life, must head off to bed now so I can work another 12 hour day tomorrow. Now where in the hell is that cheese?

Quote of the Day

"YES, I know I have something on my forehead..."

WTF People!

My dear friends, this is a chicken:




I don't know WTF this is, but it ain't no chicken...

Cruising Day Eight - the end of the line

We are finally at the Port in Galveston!  Our scheduled departure is not until 10:00 am but I am up and at 'em at 7:00 am - I want OFF this boat!  Have my last day of coffee on my balcony, and take my final, parting shot:

However I had to RUSH back inside to change into sweats and tennis shoes because it was 42 friggin degrees!  Spent the rest of the morning hurrying up and waiting and standing in long line after long line.  It took FOREVER to get off that damn boat.  The whole process took us until NOON to finally get to our car for the long drive home.

Although it was a stressful process, only because I wanted OFF that damn boat, it was a wonderful feeling to be back on land, even though I knew it would be at least another 6 hours before I was finally HOME!

I don't think I would ever take a long cruise like this again, I'm too much of a homebody to be gone that long, I do admit that it was a good time.  As much as I dreaded this trip and thought I would never make it through, I am glad that I let myself enjoy it.  Just don't tell anyone!

Cruising Day Seven

Slept in this morning until 10:30, this rocking and swaying of the boat is really relaxing to me and I have slept like a baby all week.  Had room service breakfast again (yes I did this everyday except one, and yes I can be anti-social in the morning.)  Still no outside contact but not willing to pay $1 per minute to use the boat's computer...

Got up and dressed and the weather was too cool for pool time so just went exploring the ship.  Did some shopping again, met some people for lunch, went to the casino and threw some money away and then headed back to my room for some napping.  Got all my bags packed, I am SO ready to get off this damn ship.  I have really had a great time but it is past time to go home.  I miss my baby and actually missing C1 and C2.  Need to get home soon!

I finished packing up and I am taking my time getting ready for dinner.  Decided to sit on my balcony and catch the sunset, something I haven't taken the time to do yet.  It is breathtaking:

Though my camera did not do it justice!

Got ready for our final dinner and I'm just not feeling the desire to be social tonight.  Did manage to take my camera and catch a few shots:

 

This is actually my little brother and his wife, one of my bestest friends, who happens to be our travel agent.  It was nice to spend time with them among the craziness of all the agents!

 

Here's a shot of me, does it appear to you that I am TRYING to act like I am having a good time?  I'm not sure my fake smile was working here...

But, this one, this is a genuine smile!  Although I can see the fatigue on my face.

If you have ever been on a cruise you know that every night you get some 'animal' made out of towels.  Every morning all my fellow passengers would share the elaborate animal they received and I would share that my towel animal was either unrecognizable or something really stupid. 

For example on the night we left Grand Cayman, I got what I assume was a Sting Ray - a towel folded into a square and a wash cloth twisted in what appeared to be a 'tail' - totally LAME.  It became a big joke that my attendant must not like me for some reason.  So on the final evening when I saw my animal and wasn't even sure it was an 'animal' I decided to take a picture to share.  Myself, I think it looks like a creature in bondage - but you tell me, what the HELL is this?

 

Heading HOME in the morning!

Cruising day six

Still no Internet and still no contact with the outside world.  THIS is making me insane!  Don't have a clue what my peeps are up to or what's happening in the outside world.  Got a wakeup call about 9:45 am reminding me that we were having a shuffle board contest at 10:00 am and I was already supposed to be there to hand out prizes - CRAP!  Forgot for a minute that I was really working on this trip...

Jumped out of the bed praying the water was back on and luck would have it, it was!  PTL!  After a 30 second shower jumped into my swimsuit and threw on a coverup and hat and dashed to my designated place.  Never having played shuffle board, found myself bored silly and praying they would just hurry up!  After two hours a winner was declared and we all headed to the pool for some R&R and Piña Colada's.  And yes, Tricia, those statues were male and anatomically correct - too fun!

Had a lazy day around the pool then headed into my massage (Yes, that would be TWO massages in one week) praying this one was better than the first.  Turned out to be okay.

By the time it was finished I had to rush to my room to get ready for the Awards Dinner and second formal night.  Did I take a picture with my beautiful dress?  Uh, nope.  Don't ask me why, maybe because I was too busy working.  I think maybe someone else got a shot of it, will keep my fingers crossed because even though it was out of my comfort zone, it looked really cute.  (If I say so myself.)

After dinner we headed to the dance club again but I just wasn't feeling it.  I think I was danced out.  Headed to my room and was sound asleep by 11:00, party pooper!

Cruising Day Five

We arrived in Jamaica around 9:00 am and headed off on our day trip to Negril Beach.  Not sure if any of you have ever been to Jamaica, but I have to tell you it was NASTY and extremely depressing.  I thought I had seen some harsh poverty in the many times that I have visited different areas of Mexico, but this place topped them all.  There was nothing pretty about this place, nothing.

We hired a private bus and tour guide to take us to Negril which was about an hour and half drive, the sights were so depressing.  We were traveling to Margaritaville in Negril and before we arrived we were given strict instructions on NOT walking anywhere alone, NOT leaving the fenced in area of the beach and NOT purchasing anything from ANYONE without our guide next to our side.  Talk about stress!  We were all too petrified to have a good time.

We did manage to get a big kick out of one of the  ladies in our group when she smelled a 'skunk.'  Uh, hello, that would be some Mary Jane fumes my dear!  Too funny!  Never would have crossed this old hippy chick that not everyone had smelled that before!

The lunch at Margaritaville was the WORST meal I had by far and I actually spit the first bite of my burger into my napkin and decided I would wait to eat until we got back on the boat.  Definitely thinking that was NOT beef... The tour guide never let any of us out of her sight.

After lunch we went to the local shopping area where we were again given STRICT instructions not to leave the tour guide's side AT ALL.  Of course we didn't listen and all veered off into other shops and she was freaking out.  All in all, not a very good time.  Had camera with me but managed not to take a single pic - too stressed.

Once back on board had a short catnap until it was time to dress for dinner.  The dress chosen for the evening definitely needed the Spanx but after stuffing my face, yet again, I had to actually go change into another dress so I could let it all hang out, my fat that is.  Somehow managed to not get a picture of either one! Ugh!

Went dancing again, and had the BEST time ever.  Much more of this and I will definitely need double hip replacement!  After dancing until 2:00 am and sweating like a stuck pig, made it back to my room to discover that we had no water OR air and would not have any until around 6:00 am.  EEEWWWW!  Had to try to sleep without showering or taking makeup off, with just the breeze from the ocean to cool off, NASTY!  The good news, no stopping anywhere the following morning so I could sleep as late as I wanted to!

Cruising Day four

Still no Internet access which is starting to piss me off.  Very strange having no contact with the outside world.  Getting off the boat in Grand Cayman was awe striking, one of the most beautiful places I have ever seen.  Definitely somewhere I would go back to.

Today's excursion to see the Sting Ray's was probably the coolest thing I've ever seen, too bad I didn't have the nerve to actually get in the water and play like most of the others.  Call me a wussy but had no desire to swim with sea creatures.  Did manage to take some pictures though from my perch on the boat:

The trip out to this site was about a half hour but our small group had a pretty good time.  After swimming with the Sting Rays our captain took for a cruise along the Great Barrier Reef.  Very scary that you could stand in the water on one side and the drop off on the other side was more than 600 feet!  Beautiful!

Once back from our little excursion we had lunch at the Hard Rock Cafe before heading off for shopping and then back to the ship for a little nap time before another evening out.

After dinner we went to the Magic Show which was probably the BEST magic show I have ever seen.  The Cruise Director started the show teaching us all some new dance moves like 'The Lawnmower", "The Seat Belt" and the "Airplane Exit" - we could not wait to get to the dance club and try out all of our new moves.  And THAT we did!

Kat gets her groove on again...

Made it to bed at an early 1:00 am since we had an early excursion to Negril Beach in Jamaica the following morning.