5 letters, 2 phone calls, 2 photos

I never truly understood what it was life for military families. 

In fact, a few people I am facebook friends have family members that serve - although appreciative that their loved ones gave up their own freedoms to defend my own- I found it annoying that their sisters, mothers, brothers constantly wrote on a public forum about every little detail. 

Well, now I am one of those family members & I completely get it. 

And I feel horrible for ever judging them for their need to post ever little detail. 

Ever letter, every phone call, every picture that is posted online by their Sergeant, all those small little things are the glimmer of hope that your loved one is well, is happy... is safe. 

Since my brother left August 5th, I have received 5 letters, 2 phone calls (one lasted about 36 seconds), and have seen 2 photos posted of him on his platoons facebook page. That is the extent of the contact I have had with my brother in over a month. 

So those 9 outlets I have received are beyond exciting to me. 

They're a little piece of family. A little piece of peace. 

Checking the mail box isn't such a daunting task anymore. 

I know I am not only receiving God awful credit card statements, but there could be a letter tucked in there somewhere. 

And when there is, I cant get my ass through my front door and tear into it fast enough. 

And when there isn't, my heart sinks a little. 

But then in the back of my mind, I just hope that the next day leads to a letter. 

A little piece of family tucked away in my mail box. 

It sounds incredibly corny. 

And that's ok. 

I don't ever expect anyone to truly understand the magnitude of emotions that come with being a military family member. 

There are moments of extreme excitement and bliss and then there a full blown days of utter sadness. 

My sisters birthday for example; 

I just could not get my shit together that day. I did fine on my own birthday without him. 

I did fine on his birthday 2 days prior to hers without him here. 

But on my sisters birthday, I lost my shit.

It started when a song by SafetySuit played into my ears while a work. 

And such a vivid memory came into my head of him and I riding in his Scion with him singing his heart out to that song. 

If you know Jake, you know how much he LOVES to sing.. 

And it broke my heart. 

I know he doesn't get his music in basic and he has written several times how much he misses it. 

So I sang the song to myself... at my cubicle... for him.

It also didn't help that "If You're Reading This" by Tim McGraw followed... which is a song about a solider who dies at war. 

Not exactly what I wanted to hear while already teary eyed after singing to myself a song that reminded me of my brother just moments before. 

I cried. At work. 

I am thankful no one knew. But had someone noticed- I wouldn't have been embarrassed. 

And then I lost it on the way home from work. 

And not just for 5 minutes. 

For the entire ride. 

I had my ugly cry face on the whole way home. 

And then I cried again on the way to my sisters birthday gathering right in front of my husband. 

He grabbed my hand, rubbed it, and just let me sob. 

It just apparently was one of those days where I missed him much much more than I knew. 

So, I guess my point to this never ending rant is: 

When you see my posts day after day, please don't be annoyed like I once was. 

I am sure seeing me freak over a letter every time to you seems old news. 

I am honest when I say that before this experience, I was that asshole who didn't get why that family member felt the need to tell us "Hey my loved one wiped his ass today."

But, that ass wiping story is the only highlight we get. 

It's the only piece of "home" we get. 

This is what we wait for.... 

Jake is the one directing the gunman. 

3rd row, 4th guy in with the water bottle in his mouth.

Saying 'See You Later'

I always imagined in my head how hard it must be for family to say good bye to their loved ones as they leave for the military. 

I think the feelings I imagined in my head fell short of how extremely emotional, painful yet joyful that moment is when you're loved one walks through the airport terminal and says "Bye. See you. Love you guys." 

This past weekend was probably one of the most emotional filled weekends I have ever had in my life. 

Ever. 

I am already teary eyed writing about it. 

I will start with Friday. 

My day began around 6 AM when my phone rang. It was my father. 

I knew exactly what he was calling to tell me. 

You see, a week ago to the day (and on my sisters wedding day), my Great Grandmother suffered a massive stroke. 

She was 98 years old. And up until a few months ago was still living on her own and for the most part - completely caring for herself. She was a vivacious, independent, intelligent and beautiful woman. 

My grandmother had that stroke the morning of my sisters wedding. So before my sister said her "I-do's" we headed to the hospital to say our good byes to our grandmother. 

She made it a whole week which gave all our family time to say their good byes and begin to reflect on what a beautiful life she had and how truly blessed we were to have such a wonderful woman apart of our lives. 

My father was calling me to tell me my Grandmother had passed. 

My response "OK, I will talk to you soon."

I was still half in a slumber and not exactly processing the information he gave me. 

I sat in bed, with my eyes wide open, staring at the ceiling, waiting and waiting for the tears to come.

But they never did. 

You see, my Grandmother wouldn't want me to mourn her loss, but to rejoice in the beautiful life she lived. 

And I feel like I did just that. I called work and let them know I would be taking the day to be with family. I felt like my Grandmother gave me the gift of time. 

I should have worked that day, but instead I spent the day with my brother who would be leaving Sunday. 

The weekend was basically filled with me following my brother around, laughing with him, laughing at him and just enjoying my time with him. 

My brothers decision to join the Army broke me. Shook me to my core. 

I consider myself to be a very over the top patriotic American. 

America is my home. It's the land of the free and the home of the brave. 

I have always been thankful for our service men and women. Many of my friends serve this country. 

But to get the news that your baby brother signed a contract that in an essence makes him government property- something inside of me changed. 

I couldn't stop crying. 

So many emotions. What if he dies while serving? What if he is hurt and impaired for the rest of his life? THIS IS SUCH A GREAT OPPORTUNITY!! I am so unbelievably PROUD! This is SO COOL!

It's literally so many different emotions of sheer panic, fear, joy, proudness, anticipation a sister could feel for a sibling. 

I am going to fast forward to Sunday now. I woke up at my mothers (I spent the night at my parents so I could wake up with my brother every morning & have breakfast with him) and made pancakes and bacon. My father came with his fiance. Jakes girlfriend was there. His friends came over. Everyone who loves and cares for my brother were all sitting at the table together, laughing, and sharing their unwavering support for my brother. 

A few times, I removed myself from the group, sat on the couch and just absorbed what I was seeing. 

I was witnessing a family so passionate about supporting and caring for Jake.

I saw my brother taking it all in and truly appreciating everyone coming out for him. 

It really warms my heart. 

The hardest part of that Sunday came at about 2:30pm. It was time to say good bye. 

I could feel my emotions choking in my throat. Tears welling in my eyes and how hard I was trying to force all my feelings down. 

I wanted to be strong for him. I didn't want him to see me cry. But if you know me at all, I can't. I wear my emotions all out there. I can't hide it. 

I hugged him so tight & told him I was proud and I loved him. 

Just before leaving for MEPS

Dad & Jake before leaving for MEPS

And before I knew it I was standing in the kitchen, all the guest had filed out, and I was bawling. 

I cried on and off the remainder of the day. And ate my feelings. 

The plan was for everyone to meet at my Mom's again at 7 AM so we could all leave and head out to Syracuse NY to the MEPS office to watch him swear in. 

Monday morning, bright & early I headed to my Mom's. 

We all filed into cars and started heading out to Syracuse. My sister was back from her honeymoon. So today was her only chance to see and say good bye to my brother. 

We met at Dennys and attempted to eat breakfast, which didn't work out very well. 

I was so nervous and anxious I couldn't eat. I took one bite of toast with my eggs & felt sick to my stomach. 

Before I knew it, it was time to head over to the MEPS building to watch him swear in. 

We walked in and he was sitting with all the other recruits. We couldn't say hello to him just yet. We filed into a room and waited until he was able to hang out with us. 

Within 15 minutes he was able to sit with his and hang out until it was time to swear in. During that time, one employee came back to tell the families what to expect during basic combat training. That today, we could witness them swearing in, have lunch with them and that we could even follow them to the airport, get a temporary boarding pass that would get us through security to sit with our loved one until they boarded the plane (which we did NOT expect)! 

We all were then called into the "red room" to witness the swearing in process. 

My brother is all the way in the back. 

I was so focused on watching him that I didn't even think to cry. Which I was proud of. 

I could've sworn I would have been the only one bawling my eyes out in the corner. 

After he swore in, he ate some lunch, boarded a bus and we all following him to the airport. 

We got our temp passes so we could get back behind security. 

I cant even begin to express how thankful I was that they allowed the families to do that. 

And then we sat in the airport for about 2 hours just hanging out, spending time with Jake. Watched some Vines and laughed. 

Some may say those moments flew by. I would say just the opposite. They dragged on for me. 

I was so anxious for what I knew was inevidably coming that it felt like eternity. But when that moment came when they called his flight, my heart sank. 

I looked at him and said "Shit, you can be AWOL. It's not really time yet."

And I could feel that lump in my throat creeping up again. 

We walked him over to the gate and pretty much everyone lost their shit. Including my brother. 

We have had 6 months to come to terms with him leaving the nest and joining the Army. 

But no amount of time could prepare you for the feelings you're going to have on that day. The first time you say good bye to your loved one. 

When it was my turn, I hugged him as tight as I could and told him I loved him and how proud I was. And that I couldn't wait to see him graduate. I watched him cry as he said goodbye to everyone who came out to show their support that day. 

And then I watched as he stood in line, hand over his boarding pass and turn around one last time, raise his hand as he waved and said "Bye guys. Love You." and he rounded the corner. 

And I pretty much lost my shit. 

I cried on and off on the ride home. Thoughts ran through my head. I was no longer just going to be able to call him to do lunch. I wasn't going to see him twerk randomly in the day. I wasn't going to hear the sound of him on his Xbox in the background while visiting my mom. 

So many little things I took for granted just walked onto a plan and flew to Fort Sill. 

Now our journey starts as a military family. 

I plan on writing him a letter each day he is gone. 

I don'd mind if he never gets the chance to write me back. 

I just want him knowing that I am 100% behind him every step of his career. 

Support is so key in these situations. 

Words cannot express how thrilled I am to fly to Oklahoma in October and watch him graduate. 

I look forward to him coming home & rounding the corner in uniform at OUR airport, with signs in hand and jumping on him to give him the biggest hug. 

This weekend may have been hell. 

It may have been full of tears and slight migraines. 

But it is the beginning of something wonderful. 

It's the beginning of watching my young brother turn into a Army Strong man. 

And I think my Great Grandmothers funeral that same night of my brother leaving really captured it all. 

I didn't cry once at her funeral. 

It wasn't a funeral. 

No one was mourning the life of our loved one. Instead, we were embracing her beautiful life. 

It was a celebration. 

And that' what this journey will be. A celebration of Jake becoming something greater than just a homegrown kid. He is becoming a Soldier. 

God Bless America. 

Self Worth

Lately, I have been feeling down. Not myself is probably a better word. 

And on my break I headed over to read Mama Laughlins Blog

She had this posting about 'Self Worth.'

If you don't know who or don't read Mama Laughlins page, you really should.

She is a woman from Dallas blogging about her life, her weight loss struggle all while raising a family.

I think I like her so much because she writes some real shit.

Not fluffy shit people want to hear. But just the truth.

 

Anyways, after reading her blog that day, I literally had tears in my eyes.

Maybe that's lame. But it truly got me thinking that self worth is something I am lacking lately.

It's no ones fault other than my own.

 

In the beginning it started about how one of her readers husbands had admitted to her that he was no longer attracted to her anymore because she had gained weight.

I'm sure you're thinking, "What kind of douche bag husband would say such a thing?"

But honestly, I was thinking- "Shit, I hope my husband doesn't secretly feel that way about ME."

 

When I first met my husband I was at most 110lbs. AT MOST.

And I felt unstoppable. I felt sexy. I felt desired.

And today, the scale creeps between 135 and 140.

Everyday I feel some level of disgust when I see the scale.

I get it, it's a number, but it's a number I have never seen before.

And I surely don't like how the number looks on me.

[Side note: For those thinking "Seriously, that bitch is complaining about 140." On my tiny 5'3" frame, 140 is on the thicker side of things. And personally I prefer being toned and on the smaller side for 5'3" ]

 

 

Everyday I wake up and think, today is the day I am going to do something about it.

Most days I have been going to the gym and doing my cardio and some lifting here and there.

Nothing has changed. Nothing.

Naturally, I become discouraged and take steps backwards.

I eat my feelings and then I sort of feel guilty about it.

It's a nasty cycle.

 

One of the things Mama Laughlin mentioned in her blog was how she never questioned her husband.

She naturally did what she was told. Never going against him.

Now I am not saying I don't question my husband, or challenge him... but I definitely feel I let things slide all together in my life as a whole.

Career wise- I love my job. It's great. Don't get me wrong. But is NOT what I envisioned for myself.

It is not my dream job by any means.

I find I have become complacent where things were once driving me.

Married life is fantastic but I have become a lazy wife too. I don't do for my husband the way I should. Or the way IIIIII feel I should.

Family wise- I tell myself all the time I am so swamped with everything else in life that I am forgetting to stop and smell the roses. To spend time with FAMILY. After all, they are what is most important to me in life.

My brother is leaving for the military in a few weeks and I am already wishing I spent MORE time with him.

Granted I cant help that I work everyday until 4:30 or that I literally have a wedding every single freakin weekend this summer, but I could sure as hell try a lot harder or put him before some of these other things going on in my life at the moment.

 

I feel the insecurities within myself are severely hindering me as a human being, as a sister, as a wife and as a daughter.

I am sitting her writing this and it's a small realization that I am allowing my weight effect me so much so that I have just allowed everything important to me fall way side.

All most as I am not deserving of it because I am unhappy with myself.

 

Mama Laughlin finishes off her post by stating that after losing the weight she found her again.

I am hoping that will happen for me.

That after enough hard work, I will find me again.

 

 

 

 



If I Had a Million Dollars

I haven't blogged in ages.

And truthfully, what I would really like to blog about is this George Zimmerman case.

And how it has nothing to do with race and everything to do with a terrible prosecution

and him being well overcharged.

But I need to do a tad more research before I start throwing my opinion out there.

But as you can see, you get a small taste by reading the above.

So instead, I am going to write a senseless blog.

What I would do if I won the lottery.

As I age the more I hate working.
Makes me wish money truly grew on trees.

So let's start... What I would do if I won a million dollars.
To start, a million is not that much, so quiet honestly, I probably wouldn't be a huge "do-gooder"
Maybe if I won a million for the rest of my life I would share.

1) The first thing I would do is buy my dream home.
Something sort of like this

Tons of windows. Kinda looks like a modern day castle.
And assuming this cost under a million (which it wouldn't)- I would then do the following.

2) I would then hire maids. Obviously. I sure ain't cleaning all that space.
And a million dollars, I figure I can probably pay a service for maybe a year or two and then, well, then I guess I would have to clean that shit.

3) Then I would pay off my student loans.

4) Then I would probably pay off my sister & husbands student loan debt.

5) I would pay off my Dads house.

6) And then I would do work with the wounded warrior project. My brother enlisted in the Army this year and he has been wanting to work along side them when he comes home. So, I would make sure some of my winnings would go towards something he would like to be involved in.

7) I would then buy a sweet ride.
And the sweet ride will probably be more of a reality sooner than later because my air conditioner shit the bed and I have been driving around this blistering heat with no air.
It's God awful.

8) Travel the world.

And that about sums everything up. 

My First 5K & I Survived

Yesterday was the JP Morgan Corporate Challenge 5K

Which is more than a 5k. It's 3.5 miles not 3.1 miles.

Joe had bullied convinced me into signing up and running it with him.

I don't know what I was thinking.

This was my first 5kand I did NOTHING to prepare for it.

Not even stretching took place.

Mind you, I have never ran more than a mile and 1/2 before.

In my life. Ever.

I was kind of pissed off just before the race started.

I was sporting a white race number (meaning jogger/walker)

Joe insisted on moving to the front of the section with the yellow (meaning runner) tagged folk.

Did I not just say I am not a runner???

I was terrified I was going to be trampled.

 I kept saying I wanted to move back but I stayed with him.

The race/run started and I felt like a ton of people were running around me.

I moved over to the side and Joe moved with me.

I eventually needed a walk break after what felt like 30 seconds of running.
I told Joe to go ahead.

To be honest, I prefer to be alone when I am running or working out.

I dont like to feel like I am holding someone back

And I dont like feeling like someone is holding me back.

That left me to motivate myself to move on foot in front of the other.

I had no music to entertain me.

I only had the sound of my feet hitting the pavement,

the heavy breathing all around me,

and the words of encouragement being shared by those who did choose to run in pairs or groups.

During the run, there was an older, heavier dude.

I would run ahead of him and then take a walk break.

Everytime he would catch up with me.

There were a few times I almost said Fuck It I'm Walkin'

But then I would see him, stuggling, but pluggin' along.

I thought to myself, Get it Together. If he can do it, what's your excuse?

Eventually, I passed him.

Each mile marker was like a fresh breath of air.

Only not because I felt like a dying cow.

But you get the idea.

I finished. I finished at 49 minutes and 55 seconds.

Honestly I was proud of that time.

I wanted to do under 45 but I will take 49.

Like I said earlier. I had never ran over a mile and a half. So to do 3.5 miles felt good.

It hurt but it felt good to finish.

Cell Phone Etiquette 101

I blog because, well, let's face it,

I love to bitch.

And honestly, lately, I haven't had much to bitch about.

This new job leaves me so stress free and un-irritated that my need to bitch has practically diminished.

However, tonight, I am annoyed.

Have people forgotten common courtesy???

Seriously though.

Cell phones completely rule the modern world

And it drives me bat shit cray.

1) Don't text on your cell phone while driving. Unless you're stopped.

I could care less what you play with when you're car is not in motion.

However, when you're driving and texting you're putting my life in danger.

I am fearful for the person who cuts me off or hits me due to texting when I have babies in the car.

That person will end up 6 feet under.

2) Don't use your cell phone while you're in a cash out line. Anywhere.

Whether you're at the movies, at the grocery store or doctors office- plain and simple- don't use your phone.

The person standing in front of you deserves your respect and undivided attention.

It's so rude to not acknowledge the person helping you

because you're so self absorbed that you cant set your phone down.

And I can guarantee if you weren't on your phone you would be wanting them to respect you &

not text or answer their cell phone while working... right? So do that for them.

3) Don't talk on your cell phone in a waiting room. Crowded or empty, don't do it.

The people around you don't want to hear your conversations.

And that includes the receptionist/ service provider/ employee.

Not to mention, people seem to be TONE DEAF and talk like they're screaming into a megaphone.

4) Don't use your phone at the dinner table.

Get your grubby stinkin fingers off the portable phone and enjoy those sitting next to you.

Unless you're a loner. Well, then I guess play away.

I can't even think of anything else.

But seriously, where the hell have our manners gone!?!

It's fuckin' bafflin' yo.

I have come across so many people I want to dick punch because they are so dang rude.

So, take this little tid bit and put it in your back pocket for tomorrow!

New Job, Old Job, Wedding Planning Craziness

I don't even know where to begin.

Apparently I suck at blogging. Eh whatever.

No one really reads this garbage anyway. Right?

Let's rewind to February 18th.

Yeah, I am that far behind.

So, February 18th, I started a new job for a fan-freakin-tastic company.

I have been applying over and over and finally got an interview and got the job.

I couldn't be happier.

Listen, I loved my old job. So much so that I didn't quit it.

I dropped down to per diem.

Committing myself 24 hours a day 7 days a week for urgent care was too much.

I didn't have a life.

I wanted something with more stable hours. Now I work 8:30 -4:30 and get an hour lunch break.

Yep, I work SEVEN hours a day. That's it.

I make more money.

And most importantly- I am NOT STRESSED THE FUCK OUT!

I go in, do my job, leave on the dot and not a minute later, and go home.

And now I tell urgent care when I want to work & if it doesn't work for them, then they don't utilize me.

Simple as that.

I hit a new weight loss low.

I am back in the 120s bitches. Granted it's HIGH 120s...

It's still better than 140 which I was creepin up on.

128.5!!! And I didn't even gain it back when I went to Vegas (which I will get to).

One weekend, not that long ago,

I had basically a weekend of charity events.

Overwhelmingly busy, but fun.

I got to spend some time with my favorite Princess Harper.

I honestly just wanted to share my charity blurb so I could share THIS cute freakin photo of my baby girl.

 

Oh & afterwards we ate at this place called

The Hole in the Wall.

And it was delicious food. I basically ate like a fat kid & then pooped myself afterwards.

No Big Deal. Judge Me.



If you're ever in Bliss check this place out. Super delicious food!



So, Vegas!!! Oh Vegas.

I don't even know where to freakin' begin with Vegas.

Apparently everyone in Vegas wants to be JUST like the dudes from blue man group....



Male Version



Female Version



The first night there was lack luster.

We got in late with flights & went to PF Changs for dinner.

Night #2 was exactly the opposite.

As much as I would LOVE to explain everything online,

some things aren't worth repeating.

The day was filled with drinking (well, by everyone but me- cause I don't drink)

and walking around & exploring the great sites Vegas has to offer.

Ever need a trip with lots of shit to do, go to Vegas. You will NEVER get bored.

 

One of the nights everyone was gambling,

which I also refuse to do because I am a Debby downer one who

doesn't like to watch my money get ripped from my grubby paws and go a casino,

my friend Dave gave me $20 of chips to just play a hand.

Well, I ended up winning $130 off his $20! Thanks Dave.

Which came in handy when I spent $700 on 2 Kate Spade items

& another $700 at the spa and luxury hotel (which I will also address later).

 

I'm LOADED!



We decided to go boating/jet skiing on Lake Mead.

What a freakin' fun time!

The idea was to get a pontoon boat and all hang out together...

We ended up with a speed boat which didn't fit everyone.

So, Joe and I just played on the jet ski. Which was amazing.

Sort of, I thought a few times I may die.

Lake Mead is deep and huge. And I kept thinking,

"The water is 51 degrees NEAR shore & we're way the fuck out here. Hypothermia could set in.

I don't know if I can swim all the way to shore. What if I die?"

Yeah, I know. I am fuckin' stupid. But hey, it could happen.



This view doesn't even do Lake Mead justice. So peaceful.



We also made time for SHOOTING!!!!

WOOP! And Joe shot for the first time. Gave me lady wood watching my sexy dude shoot big guns.

And of course I shot like a pro.

So, let's get to the FUN part.

The BACHELOR PARTY!

My night of heaven.

I left Joe around 4pm to go be by myself. Seeing how I was pretty much the only vagina on the trip,

I needed to find a way to entertain myself.

Before we even left for Vegas I made up my mind that I would pamper myself.

And that's exactly what I did.

I woke up that morning and called the most expensive hotel...

well maybe it's not the most expensive on the strip... I didn't compare pricing,

however, I know from experience that The Mandarin Oriental is by far

the most luxurious hotel I have ever stepped foot in.

And I have been to one in Miami, Munich Germany & now Vegas.

And from start to finish, you're literally treated like royalty.
And shit, that's exactly how I wanted to feel like.

My man was about to get suffocated with silicone tits and I didn't want to think about it for one second.

So, I booked a massage, a manicure (which is such a waste-I hate booking manicures), and booked a

STANDARD room.

Let me just show you what STANDARD is at a Mandarin.

 



That would be a TV in my bathroom mirror. Yah know, in case you want to watch tv while you soak your balls.



And here is my reaction to how my night was about to be spent:

So, yeah. I got a massage.

By a dude. Gross.

I don't really like other men touching me. But honestly, I wanted that massage so stinkin' bad

I didn't dare bitch about the gender of my therapist.

And honestly, I didn't shave my legs. So, it was kinda like a "hahahah" moment.

I mean, this guy gets my as a hot ass client and I have hairy stubs for legs.

BWAHAHA.

And then I took a mega long shower.

And got dressed to head to my manicure appointment.

It was nice and all, but for the life of me,

after every manicure I feel like a dumbass. Especially this one.

I spent $90 (BEFORE TIP) on this manicure. And it lasted me not even 24 hours.

It probably would have lasted longer if I didn't wash dishes at the condo and then shower.

But hey, a girls gotta clean.

After the spa treatments I was dizzy and thought maybe I needed some nutrition.
Naturally my carnivorous self decided to order the most expensive cut of steak I could.

Filet Mignon with fingerling potatoes confit, and of course a creme brulee.

After eating I felt like a bowling ball.

I decided rolling down the strip probably wasn't in my cards for the night.

So instead I decided to stay in my room and watch the 20/20 special titled

"Crazy Little Thing Called Love."

Which was basically all about how men have it in their DNA to cheat.

IN VEGAS.

What happens in Vegas no longer stays in Vegas because women are hiring Private Eyes to tail

their honeys while their off boning other bitches.

Their main piece of advice was for wives to start acting like mistress.

Whore that shit up in the bedroom.

You're man wont have a reason to go get pleased elsewhere.

Best believe when Joey came back I was the mistress ;-)

Sorry Dad, Grandma, Mom, Siblings & other family members who felt that last bit was too far.

You should know I always take everything too far.

Whateves.

The next day, Joe and I got up and went shopping.

Well, I went shopping & spent money I don't have on some Kate Spade shit.

Looking back, did I need to splurge on it but I was on vacation.

And my babe said I should get what I want.

Who am I to argue with the man who wears the pants.

 

Our last night in Vegas our friends were gracious enough to give us their dinner reservations at the restaurant in the Stratosphere.

It's called Top of the World.

And it was amazing. Food was amazeballs. So of course I inhaled it.

And it was really nice to spend the last night with my lover overlooking that beautiful city.

Thanks MJ & Derrick.

And, well that's Vegas in short.

So, I leave you with the gift Charley left for me in my bed last night.

That little shit snuck this in last night.

  

I'm out Folks.