Dudes, I'm in Vegas for business, but here's my photobooth friday which technically was taken outside of a photobooth from my glorious
Tara Whitney shoot, but I think it counts.
Yesterday, I was sick for exactly 12 hours which is really odd because I don't ever get sick. I awoke, as usual, around six but I felt queasy. I thought, Am I nauseous right now because I don't remember how this feels. Then I thought, Naawww, can't be. Until five minutes later, I was hurling in the toilet. I was pissed. Because of my lifestyle and eating habits, I'm actually insulted when I get sick. Though I felt absolutely miserable, nothing is really sadder than catching your daughters looking at you and wringing their hands while you're vomiting. I looked like death, but I went to the girls, who I don't think have ever seen me throw up, and said, "Did that scare you?" And they said, yes. And I said, "Mami's ok. Maybe just a touch of Tournament SARS."
After most every Taekwondo tournament, one of us has spent the next day puking our guts out. Remember Mina was hurling after the last tournament? Husband is up next and he should be in for a real treat at Junior Olympics.
So, it was either Tournament SARS or it could've been the english muffins. Here's some advise: When you're very hungry and you're totally into non-preservative sprouted grain english muffins and half of the muffins are moldy, maybe don't eat the one that doesn't (really) look moldy. BAD CALL.
So, I threw up all day. I still went to work (LAME!), but my favorite salesguy was getting a HUGE order that we've worked on for weeks and it came down on precisely the day I decided to give myself mold poisoning. I was not going to let someone else place my seven figure PO after all of that. I just had to puke three times while placing it. But I got home by three and slept like the dead smothered in pugs for two solid hours. I awoke sweaty and thrilled and in love anew with feeling well. Nothing tops that feeling, the return to good health.
And now I'm in Vegas. Initially I was bummed about having to go on this trip. Every year, I've gone to this event with Mandy and this is the first I am here without her. Our business trip was full of shopping and spa-going and and talking and hours of primping in a robe. Dudes, The Robe! Hours without children bossing me around or the pressure of time. But, you know, for the first time I have a room all to myself and I'm about to go shopping and then to the spa and then I'll spend hours drinking coffee with nothing on but The Robe and false eyelashes watching SportsCenter on this killer plasma TV. And now I'm excited to be in Vegas.
I'm also feeling a sense of euphoria about the Junior Olympic love and support. Thank you so much. I told Maya about the comments and the pledges for bracelets and her face lit up. When I get home from my Vegas Vacation of One (I'm giddy saying that), I will post the pay pal button and hopefully pictures of the bracelets, and we'll slingslot my baby athlete to Atlanta.
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