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Fonda San Miguel

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The restaurant itself is beautiful. It’s over by North Loop and Hancock. I’d never been before. I could meet anyone, anytime there for a drink, maybe even an appetizer. That part was yummy. After all that fun, the dining room and food left something to be desired.

Make no mistake, we managed to be almost the last table in there, so we tried our best to make our own good time. I just found the entrees pretty plain for all the other stuff being so much better. The company was great, and it was nice to have a relatively quiet weekend night, considering I’m still in recovery.

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Life, In Boxes

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Weirdest thing I’ve done in a while: I went through someone’s stuff. Their everything. This person had some things, well, all their things, left somewhere and never went for them. These boxes were made available to me as it was widely understood parts of my life might have found their way to these boxes as well. I wasn’t sure it was necessary, but part of me wanted to see the condition this person had given up in.

It was unsettling to be right, to see that people would take things and think nothing of it. It was also a memory of better things, and a realization of a life in need of saving, with no one knowing how to help. I really can’t get in to it much more than that, but can’t stop thinking about the situation. I’ve got some things back, sure, but someone else is missing so much more.


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Love Is In The Air

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Last night, I found myself peering across the table from a lovely date.

Last night before I left my husband for this date, he let me in on a little secret, that the night before Valentine is the common night that men take their mistresses out. He said he read it on the internet. Hmm. Well, this was KD, not my man or my mistress (well, I did get her a card), and I didn’t have time to wander the restaurant asking other people there if they were in the middle of being unfaithful. Maybe next year.

It was a blast to spend some relaxed time together after all the gym-ness we’d been rocking together.

All the holidays have been my favorite this year. Card shopping has been fun. Why you ask? I get to buy stuff that says “husband“. I have a husband. This is the first time that that has happened. All the holidays have been happier, even though we’ve been together for a long time, just knowing that we’ve cemented that. MK has always been the best guy at Valentine’s, a list of all my sweet and thoughtful gifts would make you want to puke, all the other gifts would make you want to rob me (why I’m not listing them). He reminds me everyday, not just today, why I fell for him.

Anyway, knowing there are some out there that are not in love with what I agree is a cheesy day, a commercial day (velvet and snippy), there are also those out there that think of it as a time to reflect, to be happy, to call their mother, to give their single friends cards, and eat a little candy, to kiss someone just a little longer, to remember the little school parties and construction paper cards. Either way, Happy Valentine’s Day!


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Wii-Tarded

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Spend a weekend around the Jokey-Mc-Jokertons, and you’ll be spending time creating words with Wii at the beginning, because you’ve played a good portion of your wii-kend.

Wii managed to make it out for one of the most wii-tarded dinners ever at Chuy’s where there was the worst service of all time (most waiters are happy it’s busy because they make money, those guys would rather DIE than work…) and all of us now have stickers on the ceiling that wii will commemorate with never wii-turning there again, but BIL really wanted to eat there. I was not too impressed with the food, give me Maudie’s any day over that place. Oh well.

Wii had a pretty good laugh at someone who’s identity will be protected for sake of you seeing and laughing at this person, who managed to hit themselves in the face getting a little too into the Wii Sports boxing. That was filed under ‘wii-diculous’.


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Wii also got to see Saw, but only I and III because apparently II was not good, so not good in fact wii were forcibly kept from renting that one. Huh. I thought they were okay, but I honestly was expecting more gore.

Wii also did some Frisbee golfing, some coffee drinking, some painting, some El Arroyo eating, even some Fwii-birds – okay, that one’s a stretch – and I made over 5 trips to the gym in the last 4 days (twice at 8am – wow), I’m getting into this big time. Wii did a one-two combo of Body Pump and Combat and I am pretty sure that when I can feel my legs and arms again they will be much more muscular.

It is wii-tastic to spend the wii-kend with family, friends, and a little chill time around the game that kept us active and cracking up non stop. Wii couldn’t believe how long the wii-kend is when you don’t go out past bedtime and you get going at the gym early. It was certainly wii-tastic and wii-markable.

HOW could I almost forget to mention that I met someone who did an episode of Room Raiders (not wii-markable) that met JOHNNY ROTTEN and tell you that word on the street is he’s doing a wii-ality show called Rotten on the Road!?!?!??!?!?!?!?!? He was (this is third hand information) at the Driskill Friday filming. I missed it. 😦

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Wii Would Like To Play, Really

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After a rousing night that started at the Alligator Grill, then headed to the Broken Spoke, the coolest, most fun two stepping party in the world, we went home. I was all excited to have a Mr. Dance himself throw me around the floor with this thing that people that know him say is the Mr. Dance Factor. Even if you’re totally inept, he can make you look fantastic, because, well, he’s Mr. Dance. The place was packed, and everyone knows everyone, which was adorable.


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KE had an alright time too, if you ask me, meeting what I would consider a possible Mr. Right and this being their first real date. Hunky, and intelligent. We’ll see what happens there.

Anyway, the Brother in Law (BIL) brought the Wii and we watched, and watched. Shocking I’m sure, to you, that the men wouldn’t let us play. They were golfing and I wanted to bowl, but nooooooooo.

So I had one, in my own house, hooked up to my projection screen, and got no play time. BIL is off to Dallas for the night, with the Wii, so I will have to wait until Sat. night to give you my review. Let’s all just hope that it doesn’t involve me breaking any windows.

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Full House

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My husband has this innate ability to successfully forget to mention important things until the very last minute. As a result of this ability, I have more people than rooms in my house. I have a friend staying with me – that part was expected and perfectly fine. What I didn’t know is that I have a brother-in-law on a plane right now expecting a place to sleep in my home.

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(Poor chickens).

The discussion ranged from said friend and brother becoming really good friends to getting a hotel for, well, us, we’re selfish. The result? Someone’s going to have to rock-paper-sissors for a bed vs. a couch. What can you do? I’m trying to be accomodating, at least I’m cooking and cleaning for them, right?

Also frustrating is that I have a super fun night out planned and husband will be at the airport. Super friend will be a stand in, and that will do!

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Body Combat

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Admittedly, the work out stories that I’ve mentioned pertain mainly to the classes I’ve attended at the evil Gold’s Globo Gym. That’s what I do. Hilariously, they only just now (today) noticed that my membership – which was supposed to be set up on a month to month payment – had not been paid since October. Huh.

They let me in anyway after I explained it was a little bit of their fault, and then a Mr. Manager explained to me just how many people he sees sneaking in to the place all the time. Then told me I was one of them. Grr.

Anyway…KD, D, and I decided to check out this Body Combat class. I have found most other classes pretty manageable. This one kicked my booty. I am toast. It was an entire hour of non stop activity was more intense IMHO than any jogging or whatever. I am looking forward to the Mon-Wed-Sat plan of continuing to attend this class, and fully expecting to be maybe 98 lbs. next month. Holy cow.

The drill sergeant trainer was hardcore, jump kick training, you ain’t got nothin’ on me guy who has DVDs on infomercials kind of trainer. Awesome.

*yeah, this guy*


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Only bad things were the gym and class being packed and running into people we didn’t want to see on account of that. But hey, can’t win ’em all!

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Good And Bad

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The Good: I got to spend some time with a bunch of friends that I hadn’t seen in a while last night. DH and EL can make me laugh like no one else, and that hasn’t changed. I realized that they are doing bigger and better things, DH has SPONSORS he’s such an athlete, and that we’ll just have to make better efforts to make sure we get to see each other. KD and KE are great too, and I finally feel like I’m doing a good job as a friend, which in my growing up I had been questioning lately.

Also, I, for maybe the third or fourth time that I’ve even been out, found myself at a restaurant eating something that wasn’t bad for me. It was yummy and healthy, and I’m going to try to balance the food to work out ratio a little better since that seems to be the general consensus as to why I don’t only weigh 100lbs. yet.

And, wrapping up the good, I don’t think I’m one to say that I missed out on my childhood or anything, but I certainly experienced last night for the first time the putting on of a face mask that gets hard and peels off. KE and I couldn’t stop laughing as we tore at the bits of hardened goo. I’m pretty sure I look 4 years younger today (at least). Well, at least besides the stuff in my hair.

The Bad: There is one VBP (Very Bad Person) that happened to me not too long ago. Actually, now that I think about it, there were two right around the same time, strange. Anyway, this one I have had the pleasure of not thinking about for quite some time. However, AUSTIN BECOMES A VERY SMALL TOWN.

I think you know what I mean. I leave the house MAYBE once a day, for a gym or store or social event. I like to remain anonymous, if possible, maybe due to this event, or maybe just I didn’t do my hair quite right or make it to the NY Bestseller’s list quite yet. But in Austin, if you’ve done that networking thing, or even gotten to know people, for some reason, that have hobbies like you, or whatever made you friends at all, you run in to them. Especially when you’re unprepared.

ANYWAY, I didn’t run in to the VBP, but it was like I did. I ran in to someone else, that brought all that back and set me off. GRR! (That’s me being angry at the VBP.) This VBP is ruining LIVES. I hate that. So this is my little tirade that I hope VBP drops off the face of the earth so I can stop getting worked up about what a VBP that person is and go on with my life. It’s hard when you were so involved and tried so hard to stop the VBT (Very Bad Things) the VBP was going to do did. And that’s how I feel about that.

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Super Sunday

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Getting up at 9am after going to bed at 4am is something I had never done before. MK and KE went for breakfast tacos and for some crazy inexplicable reason, I cleaned the house. We are talking laundry, sweeping, mopping, dishes. It was bizarre. I think it had something to do with me noticing that my floors were COVERED in glitter, feathers, and confetti. You would have thought Carnaval had been AT my house, not that we returned from it and managed to bring that much stuff home on us. Corsets must collect that stuff.

We then got all the super top secret ingrediets for my WORLD FAMOUS BEST OF ALL TIME 7 layer dip, and upon our return from the store, promptly fell back asleep after noticing what a nice day it was outside. Yay for naps.

We woke up just in time to get ready for the DM Super Bowl Bash. The crowd of the twenty of us, in all honesty, have had to been the best at completely ignoring the projection screen with some sporting event on it in all time. Kevin Federline and noticing that Prince likes other peoples songs better than his own were the only two things that silenced us.

There was too much else going on: the dogs, the fajitas (56 lbs. or so of chicken) the rest of the food, the beer fridge, and last but not least, we all had to call DADDY and say HAPPY BIRTHDAY!

( Sidenote: Thanks goodness the Pats didn’t win, I would have gone with him and been stuck in that rain, I hate rain)

All in all, I couldn’t have had a better weekend, getting to hang out with everyone and having the night together to tell all our stories from the night before was a riot!

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All About Carnaval

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Everyone finished getting ready at KD’s after we spent the afternoon shopping and hanging out at the house. I learned about 8 valuable life lessons from my good friend DM, who gave me more insight than I’ve recieved on anything in quite some time, and made me realize how lucky I am to have friends like that. KD had a fridge a little too fully stocked for MK, if you ask me, who was caught in the middle of the kitchen announcing how he wasn’t driving and then almost falling over. I (if you can even even EVEN believe it) loaded up the car and took 6 of us (MK in the trunk, you wish we took a picture) and drove over to Carnaval. We made our way to the bar that had previously only been beer but was liquor too, again, too much for MK, who, per his Carnaval dreams, immediately entered a conga line and was missing until much, much, later.

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We danced, we partied, we got to see our friend perform, albeit from a vantage that got most of us spilled on a little too much. We ran in to the second car load up by the stage and danced for hours. MK took turns taking the women through the conga line and keeping us safe from the creepy creepertons.

I again ended up driving (still sober!) home, and making everyone dinner so that they wouldn’t be sick in the morning. We were all in bed by 4am. 🙂