Vegas Trippin'

Aaaahhhhhh.... Vacations. I live for vacations. And it doesn't take much to please me... All I really need is a pool and my ipod and I'm pretty much set. I guess technically I could vacation in my backyard... but it's even better when the vacation is in Vegas.

When Matt decided to try out for the football combine in Atlanta this year, it just happened to be over the same weekend as my mom's birthday. Now I know an opportunity when I see one, and I can't say that it took me long before I was persuading my mom and sister to meet me for a girls weekend in Vegas. But if you know my mom and sis, you know it didn't take much persuasion and we started booking flights and hotels and it was settled.

We spent the weekend of sleeping in, mornings at the pool, afternoons at the mall, and evenings at the buffet began. Any girls dream come true... Or at least any chunky girl's dream come true. At Maggiano's I concieved a "food baby" and it made me pretty miserable for the rest of the night. But what was I supposed to do? Creme brulee doesn't exactly eat itself. I don't care if it put me in a bad place... their food is so damn delicious.

We wanted to take mom out for her birthday. I wanted to go here...

But she didn't seem really enthusiastic about it so we went to the Lion King instead. It was fabulous of course! But if I'm going to expand my exposure to the diversity of other cultures, I must say I would have chosen to do so with Austrailian hard-bodies than people dressed like animals. Eh, ya win some ya loose some.

I flew home on Sunday only to find out my fridge had gone out AGAIN. I was having de ja vu from Thanksgiving break. Appliances! Matt used to sell them, and ever since he has changed positions they keep going out on us. Like they know he turned his back on them. Weird.

We finally got that mess all cleaned up and went and picked up my own southern hard-body and my little bug on Monday. I missed my boys! And now it's back to normal. I guess that's the worst part about a vacation... They all end eventually and we go back to work. If you know of anyone who is hiring a professional pool-layer-outer, I have quite an impressive resume.