Vicodin Haze

So this entire weekend I basically spent in a Vicodin haze thanks to my painful mouth. I have noticed a few things while in my haze:

1. One vicodin pill will make me not only a little more pain free but also will make me behave like a crackhead since I can't keep still and I am constantly moving. This was good considering the laundry pile and kitchen I had to clean.

2. 2 Vicodin at a time when the pain is at it's absolute worse turns me into a dysfunctional pile of putty only good for hogging the couch and snuggling with Slash. Case in point:

Can you tell I was tired? Slash didn't care that I was drugged up and sleepy, he just plopped down where he was comfortable.

I would be lying if i didn't say I loved it. He is too cute.

Luckily the root canal tooth is feeling better but I have some mysterious (read horrible) pain coming from the other side of my mouth now. I am keeping my fingers crossed I can hold out until my next appointment 2/14. So far, not looking good.

It has been a pretty good week otherwise. I went and helped my friend Sarah with her registry at Target. Seeing all those little baby clothes and things made me realize that there were shortly (4/10) be a little Benjamin actually using them. So crazy, I can't wait. I love babies and I am so excited to be an Auntie. That poor kid, all I am going to do is sniff him like a fiend. I love how babies smell, it is like a direct kick to any women's uterus.

On that note, Mitch and I have our first fertility appointment this Monday. I am nervous and excited all rolled into one. I am kind of scared though of getting bad news. I don't know how I will handle it...going to try and think positive about it though.

So expect an update on that next week. Keep your fingers crossed for me!

Needy

So I found out on Wednesday at my dentist appointment that I needed a root canal. This would explain the amount of pain I was in. So my root canal was scheduled for this morning. I was glad because I knew this would mean my pain would finally be relieved. I went to the appointment (definitely some ouchie moments) and was informed I was definitely going to be hurting later today. This meant no work (yay) and a double down on my pain meds (holy crap vicodin).

So as I am sitting home alone well not alone, I had the little man...

I was bored on top of bored. I knew I was going to be home alone for awhile because the hubby was going to visit a brewery with some co-workers after work. I was on Facebook, Twitter anywhere trying to interact with people in my drugged haze. It was then I realized two things:

1. I really miss living back in MA close to my friends and family where drop ins and visits do not require planning.

2. I am needy.

I must have texted my poor husband like a zillion times while he was working. If I wasn't spaced out on painkillers I would have been able to amuse myself, instead I was incapacitated.

I am still bored at the moment though...and I have an uber hankering for ice cream. May the hubby come home baring amusement and dairy...please!

Easy Peasey Weekend...

I love weekends when I have absolutely zero planned. That was my past weekend except it ended up being more busy (and painful) than I anticipated.

Friday evening the hubby and I headed over to Tangy's to get our compound bows fitted for us. What we thought would be maybe an hour there turned into like 3... so all hopes of wrapping up all of our errands on Friday evening for a relaxing weekend at home were quickly deflated. Mitch's bow got refitted and worked on only to be told the entire arrow rest had to be lowered which meant everything else had to be fixed. I had been informed my compound bow did not or would never fit me. So I was kind of sad. Anyways though, we took a mini lesson with a re-curve bow and I am officially in love with archery. I also found out I have to shoot it left handed since my left eye is the dominant one...kind of hard to adjust to for sure. So we headed straight home from Tangy's and collapsed on the couch with food and a beverage.

This is what I woke up to Saturday morning...

I love weekend mornings because when I see something this adorable I can just pig pile into the middle and kiss and snuggle in all parties involved. How can it not be a good day starting out that way?

So Mitch and I went out to breakfast and ran all of our errands only to return around 1ish. We then proceeded to clean up and didn't get to sit down and relax until like 5. I was exhausted at this point but I still made Mitch his mussels in garlic wine sauce. He nommed on that while I scavenged our leftovers. I thought it would be an early night but alas I stayed up to see the Bruins lose (boo) and watch the entire live stream of the PBR from Anaheim, CA on my computer. Austin Meier kicked ass this week...Mike Lee...not so much (boo again).

So Sunday I had big cooking plans that were immediately halted by a bad and I mean baaaaaad toothache. As soon as I ate my breakfast of champions (at 11AM, I slept a little late) of Kix's cereal, my tooth just hurt. So I took some Alieve...no relief. I went upstairs, rebrushed my teeth and rinsed again...nada. Mitch went out and got me some liquid Ambesol...nope only hurt MORE. So I was pretty much debilitated and crying at this point. Tooth pain is the worse. I already had a dentist appointment scheduled for this coming Wednesday but it is not soon enough. Anyhoo, after taking some ibuprofen and chugging crazy water, the tooth finally settled a bit. It felt good enough for me to make my pot roast (another recipe compliments of Pioneer Woman), Mashed Potatoes (they were beyond sinful) and some blackberry cobbler I did up with Splenda.

Dinner was delicious...

This photo does not do it justice. It slow cooked in my cast iron dutch oven for hours in the oven...so tender, so simple yet soooo flavorful.

I got to eat this while watching the PBR so I was happy. Sadly I did not get intoxicated this weekend like I wanted to...or work on making babies repeatedly. It is OK, there is always next weekend :)

Le Sigh

So this weekend in NYC was a total blast. We were literally staying about 4 blocks from Madison Square Garden which made for a super simple trek to and from the PBR. The ladies and I demolished an entire bottle of Madiera Wine (if you do not know what this is I will inform you at a later point) and were feeling pretty good as we headed out for a dinner location. At said location we had 2 lemon drop shots, some beers and dinner.

To say we were feeling good (our wallets not so much) is a complete understatement. We got to MSQ with just enough time to snag another beer and sit in our seats. The PBR that night was AMAZING. I usually see these guys at the tail end of the season in CT but this weekend they were refreshed and rested and you could tell. I saw more qualified rides than usual. I also actually saw a 90 point ride in person, I was excited. Mike Lee kicked some serious butt this weekend (placed 5th) and Cody Nance took the title on Sunday. Sadly enough though, I saw my first serious wreck this weekend too. I know Pistol Robinson is doing well but seeing a man get both legs broken is still making me cringe today. He is definitely in my thoughts and prayers.

None the less, I didn't get to meet any of the cowboys this weekend which was definitely a bummer for me. That is OK because I will get to see them in April in CT, I promise you copious amounts of photos with me and smiling, handsome bull riders.

*Swoon*

Speaking of that, I have entered the "bad place" as my dear friend Kristen calls it. The "bad place" is when we start fixating on someone or something other than our husbands. In other words, I have gone to sleep thinking of cowboys and not my husband since Sunday. You could consider me a bad person for this but I know I will snap out of it in a week or 2, just need more mental distance from my weekend with cowboys.

This weekend of staying home in my pajamas most likely unwashed will help me with this. Cheers (and I will be clinking some glasses this weekend) to not showering for a day (or two)!

Fresh Slate

And it begins...the multitude of promises I will make to myself and ultimately break at some point in the near future. I think I am making a New Year's Resolution to not make one this year. Actually wait, that would be breaking it before I make it...right?

I always vow to either loss weight or start taking better care of my skin or something that ultimately by February 1st is met with a snarky "I never said that" and erased from my memory for ever.

So I figure, I will save myself from some of that disappointment and instead of making an impossible New Year's Resolution only to break in a few mere weeks I will try and set up some goals for myself and work on keeping them since I have to start taking better care of myself if I want to live to see 40 so I think mini goals are reasonable in order to live a long healthy life, right?

I just wish I wasn't addicted to food. Maybe not addicted but it is definitely a tool I use to calm myself after trying or stressful times. Many of you know what I am talking about ie dates with Ben & Jerry in your pajamas on your bed following a traumatic breakup or day at work.

I need to stop doing this with Ben and Jerry, dessert, Taco Bell and other miscellaneous foods and things that are only subtracting, not adding to my life.

So mini goal #1 - Try to be more active. I am looking to try working out or being more active than I am now. This shouldn't be too hard since my activity level at this point is zero. Just a simple walk with my Slash man 3 times a week would benefit the both of us. Speaking of Slash, look at these pics from his weekend with Vavoa Dianne:

This is Slash with my mother in law Dianne and her boyfriend Chris. They love the little guy.

Chris is a pretty avid hunter and that makes this photo all the more hilarious. This one was coined "Rudolph's Replacement". Oh I know for sure the little man just froze up for this photo.

So as you can see, that adorable mug deserves some more quality exercise too not because he needs it but because he loves it, with a capital L.

Mini goal #2: Start eating healthier and like an actual diabetic. So goodbye most carbs and sweets, going to begin tweaking foods and recipes again so they fit into my diet. I am going to track my food on my food journal on Spark People. I need to make sure I am staying in my carb allotment.

Mini goal #3: Start monitoring my blood sugar next week on Monday. Want to give me body a chance to cleanse itself for all the crap I ate this weekend in NJ. 

Speaking of NJ, what a horrific game. It was awesome being at MetLife stadium and seeing my 1st NFL game but it was lousy watching Tony Romo play like a high school quarterback the 1st half and Cowboys defense just not getting anything either. Watching the Cowboys get pummeled by the Giants in the game of the year was no fun. You can tell prior to the game the hubby and I were excited:

There are no pictures following the game because I was too busy trying to dry off and warm up. Also I was weeping into my pillow mentally seeing Cruz catch that Hail Mary pass from Manning in the 4th quarter which pretty much ended the game for the Cowboys.

Boo.

Anyways Happy New Years everyone. I will let you know how I do with the above mini goals next time I am on. 

Welcome 2012 with Open Arms and No I am not Steven Perry...

I am so thankful that today is Thursday. Waking up each and every morning to shower dress and drive out to my job in MA while I leave the hubby and pup sleeping in bed is so very hard to do. Both of them smell of sleep and are warm to the touch, when I whisper my goodbyes with tender kisses I listen to sleepy sighs and settling back into the bed. To say I am jealous is an understatement.

A complete understatement.

Tomorrow I should be getting out early since it is our work week New Year's Eve, I have my fingers crossed I somehow miraculously get it off but I don't foresee that happening. I just want to stay in bed with my boys and be completely lazy tomorrow. Alas, I will have to wake up in the dark and repeat the leaving process one more time before I can stay in bed with them Saturday AM but only until about 9AM. Saturday Mitch and I leave for New Jersey to see a football game on Sunday. The Giants vs the Cowboys. Guess what team I will be cheering for?

My darling husband got me the above Cowboys jersey for me for Christmas, unknowing I was buying him tickets to finally see his boys play New Years Day. The game time has been changed from 1PM to 8:20PM, I have resigned myself to the fate that I will be freezing my butt off watching this game. I have to make sure I buy us some thermal underwear otherwise my nipples freeze off. The one upside to this late game is that on New Years Eve we can get toasted and sleep in until our hearts content on Sunday without worrying about missing the 1PM game. So I guess there is something to look forward too...a very swampy Kettle One martini, or hopefully a couple of those. I don't plan on getting fall down drunk because New Year's Eve is an amateur drinking holiday and I am almost 30, so I can or should be able to hold my liquor.

It has been a long time since I have gotten stupid drunk, maybe this weekend will be one for me. Or I can save it for the PBR next weekend at Madison Square Garden. Oh, you don't know what PBR stands for? That would be Professional Bull Riders, one of the only sports I watch every time it is on. I am dedicated to those bull riders and their polite manners, tight Wranglers and shy smiles. Not to mention they put their life on the line every time they get in the chute with a 1200lb bull whose only goal is to get said rider off. I love love love watching these events live and I am so excited to see their 1st event of the season. I am hoping and praying I can also get a picture with my favorite bull rider of all time, Mike Lee.

That is Mike Lee compliments of the PBR website. Isn't he dreamy? I may be a married woman but it is OK to have a little crush on someone else who isn't my husband. The only way it would be problematic is if I do something else with someone who isn't my husband. Anyways the above dream machine is also married with babies. He has the most amazing eyes I have ever seen in person, first time I made eye contact with him I was putty and he was my #1 bull rider. It also doesn't hurt he was the PBR World Champion in 2004. He is tough and knows how to ride bulls. My #2 man is Austin Meier. I am hoping and praying both my guys have awesome seasons this year. I can't wait to see them next weekend, I hope my cowboy boots come in on time.

Yes I live in RI and will soon own an awesome pair of Sangria cowboy boots. Yay :)

OK enough of this, I am going to continue to fantasize about Mike Lee and wish y'all a great New Years. See you in 2012.

Back to the grind...

So I had a pretty awesome 4 day holiday weekend. I woke up Friday morning refreshed and ready to tackle my kitchen to surprise my boo with some homemade biscuits and gravy

Yes, they were as delicious as they look. I then proceeded to make some cinnamon rolls as well. This recipe makes 8 pans of rolls. I was a little worried working with yeast but I figured if I failed, no one had to know. If it was a success (which it was, an ooey gooey, delicious success) then I could give them to friends and family. I made them and they came out looking like this:

Do those look good? I even scrimped a bit on the frosting but as soon as they were ready I tried one and I almost wept myself into a diabetic coma. To say these are good are beyond accurate. I made this recipe and the biscuits and gravy compliments of a Pioneer Woman. I am so excited, I got her cookbook this Christmas and have proceeded to make 2 recipes from it since Sunday (the Marlboro Man Sandwich and Blackberry Cobbler) and Mitch is loving it. Mitch is also at home all week while I work. All I have to say to that is boo.

So I had a good weekend, I got to see all of my family and Santa was good to both Mitch and I. My Mom took the below picture at Common Park on Christmas night while we were checking out the lights

I am so excited for this coming weekend, Mitch and I get to see the Giants/Cowboys game in NJ. It is going to be my first NFL game and 1st time Mitch gets to see his boys the Cowboys play. I hope we both get home in one piece after wearing our Cowboys jerseys...we will only have to wait and see :)