I am probably the worst person on earth for remembering dates.
No, seriously, I’m awful.
Birthdays? Oh hey, is that today? Mother’s Day? Oh shoot, I’m supposed to be chilling with my madre, not running off to a concert…I thought today might have been something important!
I’ll probably even forget my own wedding day. Sad but true.
It’s no surprise to me that with my date-confusion, I skipped all of the patriotic-themed meals on the weekend of the 4th but busted out a red, white and blue breakfast today instead.
Kashi GoLean + strawbs and bloobs
Could someone kindly pass me a firecracker?
I will always remember yesterday, though, as the day that the entire Casey Anthony fiasco drew to a close.
It definitely felt like watching history as all of my office filed into the CEO’s office to watch the verdict be handed down.
It was so surreal looking out of his window at the actual building where the live action was going down. The whole city was abuzz after the final judgment had been passed! Sirens even went off a few minutes after the decision had been read, and we all wondered if a riot had broken out! (Thankfully it hadn’t.)
What on Earth am I going to do with myself at work now that the trial is over? You mean…I should actually…pay attention?
Do you remember dates and times well? I swear, my brain just isn’t designed to keep track of numbers like that!
Good morning! Hope you’re all feeling good after the three-day weekend!
Mine kicked off with an awesome Saturday night trip to Derby Lane, a dog racing track in Saint Petersburg.
I had no idea what was going on for the first several races, but I caught on to the basics pretty quickly: you eat, you drink, dogs chase a mechanical rabbit, you peruse a program and attempt to understand the barrage of numbers and you toss a few bucks down on the dog you think has the best chance of winning (or the one who has the coolest name).
Got it? Good.
Me neither ;)
The buffet was mainly seafood, but I still managed to get my fill of asparagus and roasted veggies.
Since I’m not a big gambler, the $2 buy-in was the perfect way to try my hand at betting without wagering anything I would be majorly upset to lose.
I lost a few, but I lucked out on one quiniela – a choice of two dogs to come in first and second (in either order).
I walked away with a whopping thirty bucks. Heck, I tripled what I came with – that’s good enough for me!
The next two days were spent chillin’ out, maxin, relaxing all cool…and eating some more traditional 4th of July fare with the Coach and his family.
You’ll be seeing plenty of that salad around here for the next few days – I grabbed several more bags of it at Publix after falling in love with it on Sunday!
Time to toss back a quick smoothie and get Hales downstairs!
Welcome back to the real world!
Are you a gambler, or are you more financially conservative like me? What are your thoughts on trying your luck?