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Delightful Weekend

I’ve taken the last two weeks off running and I have to say, I don’t miss it. At all. Actually, I’m tired of exercise in general (including crossfit) and have been forcing myself to exercise twice a week, down from my normal voluntary five days a week. I have three more races coming up in January, March, and April and I’m not even excited about them. You know what I’m excited about? Beach drinking and generally not moving.


That’s what I did last weekend and it was quite delightful. A few friends, hubs, and I took advantage of the fact that we have another friend with a dad that owns a condo on New Smyrna Beach. So we went to said condo and hung out for the weekend. This is the second time we’ve been there and this time we made it a point to go on the beach instead of just looking at it from maximum safe distance (a.k.a, the patio with a drink in our hand). Hubs, Jen, and Frank were the first to take the beach plunge.



New Smyrna is about an hour from Orlando. An hour is a long time to go without eating, so we were all starving when we got there. We stopped at this super cute restaurant called Norwood’s Treehouse.

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Not my picture.


The bottom floor is an upscale restaurant (we were way under dressed for that) but the top floor was much more casual for our shorts and flip flops. They had really great food and I just love sitting outside, so it was perfect for that. I had a bacon cheeseburger that I didn’t take a picture of because you would just see that I left my fries and bun on the plate because I’m doing a stupid low carb diet to lose the weight I gained over the summer. Hashtag Lindseys. Eating low carb has seriously dropped my fun factor by half. I do not enjoy watching other people enjoy bread and dessert. Thankfully my no carb friends, rum and vodka, have been a big help with that.

After lunch, we stopped at the grocery store for food and drinks for the weekend. I came up with the quite possibly the best idea I’ve ever had: make Jamie cook brats for us.


I have never liked sauerkraut in my life but I liked it last weekend and those were probably the best brats I’ve ever had. I think it was probably a mistake for Jamie to make these because now I’m going to demand them all the time. If you have the opportunity, find a friend and make them cook for you. You won’t regret it.

The rest of the weekend consisted of sleeping, beaching, boogie boarding, pooling, and leisuring.




That’s the Brat Queen.

Before we left town on Sunday, we almost went back to the Treehouse for dinner but ending up trying a restaurant that Jamie had heard good things about called The Garlic instead. And man, I’m glad we did. The place was amazing minus the weird old dude that told us a dirty Santa Claus joke on the way in. The restaurant was built around trees, so it was partially indoors and partially outdoors. It was just the cutest, most quaint atmosphere I’ve ever seen in a restaurant.




I spy Jamie and hubs walking toward me in the pic above.

I feel like none of the pictures that I took really does the place justice. We sat in the outdoor area but indoors was amazing too. The place just had so much detail and personality. And yes, a lot of garlic hanging on the walls. You would be safe from the vampire invasion there.

Anyway, the food. Hubs channeled his inner fat kid and ordered the 16 oz filet mignon meatball.


It was delicious, but it tasted like a regular meatball. Not that that’s a problem. I guess I just expected a different flavor.  I got the wood-fired salmon (it was boring, just like my low carb diet) but then ended up eating off everyone else’s plate because everything was just so delicious. Jamie, Jen, and hubs ordered dessert and when you eat off of other people’s plates, there are no carbs. So I tried Jen’s flourless chocolate cake, hub’s lava cake, and Jamie’s tiramisu. All of them were incredible. I must go back.

So long story short, it was a good weekend. And if you’re in the area, go to The Garlic and thank me later.



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The Rest of DC

So, back to the DC thing. I had a fabulous time. Not that I didn’t think I would, but there’s always that possibility when you visit someone you’ve met through blogging and have only seen in real life for a total of 24 hours. Melissa and I have been email buddies since Michelle, so I was pretty sure she wasn’t creepy. Or at least not too creepy to visit for the weekend.

Besides our 10 miler, there was lots of eating, frozen yogurt, shopping, and walking. I arrived on Friday where Melissa met me at the airport and we took the metro back to her place.

The metro in DC is like a cleaner version of the NYC subway, but it smells like pee. Horrible, horrible pee.

After I dropped off my bag at Melissa’s place, we had a celebratory drink and I met her Vizsla, Roo, who likes to sit like a human and took a rather big liking to me and my dirty undergarments.

After our drinks, we walked to dinner to a restaurant called The Heights that was really (and I mean, really) delicious.

We sat at the bar instead of waiting for a table and I ordered a lamb burger that refused to photograph.

But afterwards, I had some frozen yogurt that didn’t mind smiling for the camera.

We walked back home after the frozen yogurt and called it an early night since we knew we’d be running the next morning. That worked out well since Roo gave us a 7:00 am wake-up call.

After our run on Saturday, we walked Roo for about a mile, came back, showered, and then walked another 3 miles to Georgetown for some brunch and shopping. We ate brunch at a place called Scion.

If all the places in DC are as good as The Heights and Scion, then I need to get back there ASAP.

At Scion, I had my first Bellini.

And Melissa had a extremely spicy Bloody Mary. (Check out the awesomely moustached, double-fister behind her. I love him so.much.)

We both ordered the same thing, because I think we are slowly becoming the same person. (An egg white omelet with turkey sausage, spinach, mushrooms, tomatoes, and a side of salsa. That included an all-you-can-eat fruit bar where I took up residence.)

Then we walked around for some shopping where I found this saucy little number that I think will really bring out my eyes.

After shopping, we took a cab home to relax for a bit because we knew we’d be walking to dinner and we’d been on our feet all day. What is up with DC having no yellow cabs? They are all gray and look like normal cars. I felt like a hitchhiker out there. The cab that stopped was a Prius. A Prius! DC is getting all sorts of fancy. Orlando only has 1982 Crowne Victorias as cabs. Lame.

Anyway, we rested for about an hour, freshened up (i.e. sprayed on a lot of perfume), and then walked another mile and a half to dinner at LevelOne.

I had the pear, dried cranberry, feta, and candied walnut salad. Then I had them add a grilled chicken breast on top because mama needed some protein.

Those are pears, not slugs. Also, the waiter (who reminded me of a younger Mario Lopez) asked if it was our first time there because we were taking so many pictures. #Busted

After dinner, Melissa thought it necessary for more frozen yogurt.

Mr. Yogato is basically awesome. There were so many things you could do to get discounts on your frozen yogurt, like ordering in a Donald Duck voice or doing the full Michael Jackson Thriller dance.

Seriously, what are some four letter words with three syllables? We could not think of one.

We guessed the word scramble for a 5% discount, but I was fully prepared to order like Donald Duck.

All the tables were kid’s tables with old school games to play. It was just a really fun place.

After yogurt, we hit the town.

We went to a couple different bars and I even met one of Melissa’s cutie-pie co-workers, who looks like a younger Jake Gyllenhaal. I wanted to pinch his cute little 24-year old cheeks. All four of them.

By 2:00am, we were ready to call it a night. We made the 2 mile walk home and along the way we found this gem.

With our 10 mile run that morning and the 8-10 miles we walked all day long, my legs were exhausted. We crashed hard and slept through our big plans to go to brunch the next morning before my flight back to Orlando.

So, that was the end of my awesome weekend and the beginning of my awesome new IRL friendship. Smile


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I've Got the Runs

Saturday evening, hubs and I went over to the in-laws for dinner. I happened to be wearing the t-shirt that I bought at The Kills concert last week. When my FIL saw the shirt, he asked me if those were my friends.

Why yes, I screen print my friends on t-shirts and wear them, thanks for asking. Also, does he think I only have two friends? Or, maybe that all my friends look really similar? Because that shirt has multiple pictures of 2 different people. Then my MIL said she thought they were my friends too. Is this a thing? The more I think about it, the more I feel the need to print a shirt with my friend’s faces on them to see if anyone notices. Or maybe I should just put my own face on it. That would be pretty cool.

Later that evening, I took my gigantic pumpkin feet to the gym to try out my new shoes.

Too lazy to take a decent picture? You betcha.

I only did 3 miles but I think they went pretty well.

Mile Pace
1 10:00/9:49
2 9:34
3 9:05


I could feel the stability in the heel at first, but by the second mile I didn’t notice anymore. No pain at all in my right calf (the one I’ve been having the most problem with) and only a little tightness in the left calf. I was just happy I wasn’t limping after this run. So, we’ll call that a win and hope those shoes doesn’t start sucking anytime soon.

Saturday night, the hubs and I went to a few places downtown with Lisa and her hubs, Tom.

It is impossible to get Tom to take a normal picture without a lot of work.

Eh, that’ll do.

There may have been a full drink left on the table once we sat down.

It’s a whiskey and ginger-ale. I’m not going to tell you how I know that. And hypothetically, if I was going to drink a strange drink that may or may not be roofied, just know I wouldn’t have used the straw.

The next morning, I still managed to wake up at 7:30 for a 10 mile run (in my old shoes) with these lovely ladies.

Kelly, Stephanie, Michelle (thanks for the picture, M!), and my giant head.

Our average pace was around 9:35-9:40 for the 10 miles which is way faster than I’ve been running lately and considering the night of drinks before, I’m gonna call that another win. Maybe this whole hydration thing is a hoax. 😉



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I’ll Have an Ombre Kind Sir

I’ve run more this week than I have in a long time and I’m kinda loving it. Thursday, I did a speed run just like Monday’s run and yesterday I did a 6 mile tempo run. Five of those miles were at a 9:05 pace. Sure, there might have been a “special delivery” at mile 2 and a walk to chug water at mile 3, but I haven’t been able to run at that pace for that many miles in I don’t know how long. I know one week’s worth of speed work couldn’t have increased my pace already, so maybe it’s giving me a little more confidence that I’m able to run faster?

Anyway, staying true to form, I watched another TV show that I’ve never seen before during my run: Kourtney and Kim Take New York. I didn’t think it was possible for me to dislike Kim K more than I already do, but turns out – it’s possible.

The girl is annoyingly dumb and selfish. I used to feel bad for Kris Humphries, but turns out, he’s just as dumb as she is. It bothers me that she’s famous. But enough about that.

Today, I had a salon appointment. I fear getting my hair done now, especially since the last appointment turned out so well. I went to yet another new stylist and wanted to get my hair highlighted to look like something I had in the past. Unfortunately, this was the only good picture I could find of my hair.

Definitely not awkward showing that to a stranger.

Anyway, after talking to the stylist for awhile and telling him how I wanted the highlights to show more on the bottom, he told me it sounded like I wanted “the ombre.” Not to be confused with “Hombre.”

After my Friends flashback, I realized he was serious. That’s the name of a type of hair coloring. I say, if it’s good enough for Jessica Biel and Rachel Bilson, it’s good enough for me.

So I decided to get ombre’d instead. (By the way, you know you need your bangs cut when your heterosexual male friend tells you that you look like a sheepdog.)

I like it. Although, I think it’s time to grow out my bangs again. (Hear that, Chris?)

After my appointment, I met hubs at Boardwalk Bowl. He was there with a couple of our friends, Steve and K, for a charity event put on by a rock radio station here in Orlando. (We know one of the DJs). Steve is not a fan of bowling. Or pictures.

By the time I got there, they had already played 3 games so I just decided to watch instead of play. Hubs ended up buying $50 worth of raffle tickets since all the money went to charity. He was really excited when one of his raffle numbers was called because he finally won something. Or lost, depending on how you look at it.

A bowling pin painted like a football and signed by all the DJs at the radio station. Just what we wanted.

I’m off to find the perfect place for that bowling pin in the back of the closet.


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The Day Before

Let’s back this up to the weekend for a little bit. If you read Michelle or Melissa’s blog, you might be sick of hearing about this already. So I guess this post is for those of you who don’t and for me when I’m old and forgetful and want to remember that weekend when I ran a race slower when I was sober than when I was drunk.

Saturday started when my chauffer picked me up at the house and we left for our 4-hour drive from Orlando to Miami. Besides almost dying 3 minutes into the drive when someone cut us off, we made it safely to the hotel (Hyatt Regency) where we planned on meeting up with Melissa. Now, Michelle and I had never met Melissa before, but when we heard she was going to run the race with us, we asked her if she wanted to share a hotel room. She said yes in about 2 seconds and we’re still grateful she didn’t turn out to be a total creeper.

At the hotel, we said our hellos and checked into the room where we had a pretty sweet view of the city.

And then we promptly left to walk to the free shuttle service that brought us to the expo. We didn’t quite know where we were going, so when a strange man carrying all his luggage told us to follow him. We did.

Luggage guy was running the race too (and had run several of the other races Michelle and I have done) and we were all happy he didn’t seem interested in murdering us. When we got to the shuttle area, we had about 10 minutes to kill before the next one arrived. And that’s when I saw the petting zoo. With OMGcutebunnies!

And goats.

Sorry about the pig butt. I almost feel like I should put a sunburst on that thing. Anyway, Michelle and Melissa were totally not as interested in the petting zoo as I was so they didn’t even walk over to see it because they have no souls.

We got on the shuttle (ahem, school bus) shortly after and the 7 mile drive to the expo took forever. Miami traffic blows. But we were happy we weren’t the ones driving in it.

We got to the expo and did our expo thing. We picked up our bibs and t-shirts (They let Michelle and I change out our shirt size no problem. Usually expos are really picky about that.) We looked around for a bit and I bought a pair of Wright socks, which were $3 cheaper than at the running store at home. Other than that, it was really crowded and nothing special. Your basic expo.

We hopped the shuttle back to the hotel and got ready for dinner. We were starving and didn’t want to walk anywhere, so we ate at the hotel restaurant. We had a little bit of a wait, so we did the only smart thing to do the night before a race. We ordered a drink.

Hello Coconut Lime Cooler, you delicious devil you.

I say you can never have enough filters on a picture.

Once we were finally seated, we all decided to have the Latin buffet.

It was really good but probably not the best idea for a pre-race meal. I had salad, yucca, rice and black beans, chips with house-made guacamole, and some pasta thing. Because I guess pasta is Latin now.

Pork and chicken were also served along with the buffet, but it was nasty. We all decided it would be more fun to be poked in the eyeball with a fork rather than eat it.

After we stuffed ourselves, we all agreed we were too full to eat another bite. That is, until Melissa found a couple cookies she wanted to have her way with. (I think she gets to know them first.)

Then back at the room, she and Michelle had their way with a pillow they both kept calling by our waiter’s name. Honestly, I had no idea what was going on there. I do know, however, that pillow has been touched by many, many strange hotel hands. And now, two sets of lips.

After the pillow molestation, we all called it a night since we had an early wake up for the race. 🙂


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Offensive Fruit

Is there a Guinness Record for getting the most people in a picture by extending your arm? Because if there’s not, I think there should be. And I think it should go to me.


Last night, Michelle picked me up and we headed downtown to meet up with our blogger friends in celebration of Momjovi’s and Victoria’s birthday.

First, we had dinner at Ceviché where I failed to take a picture of anything I ate and then tried to ruin other people’s pictures because if I can’t have pictures…neither can anyone else.

(Picture stolen from Michelle)

Ceviché is a tapas restaurant, so everything on the menu is appetizer size. We all shared a bunch of different plates and everyone (except me) shared a pitcher of sangria.

(Me, Katy, and Momjovi)

I ordered my current favorite – Crowne and Diet Coke with lime. I’m pretty sure I offended the waiter with that order because when he brought the drink, he told me – for 5 minutes – that Canadians (?) think it’s rude to put fruit in Crowne (a Canadian whiskey). I made sure to order 2 more just like it.

After defiling drinks with fruit at Ceviche, we headed over to Ember where Michelle and I probably offended someone in Mexico by ordering lemon with our Patron instead of lime.

(From the left – Victoria, Andrea, Me, Michelle, and Momjovi)

Why does Windows Live Writer underline “Momjovi” like it’s spelled wrong? That’s a real word. Anyway, we hung out at Ember for awhile until we decided to move on.

     (Picture stolen from Michelle)

I got a text from hubs that he was downtown with our friend Klainie. So, we left Ember and walked about 80 miles to The Abbey where they were hanging out.

(Yep, Michelle’s picture again)

Let me just say, you know you talk about blogs too much to your husband when you have to introduce people as “Momjovi” or the “Running Peanut” instead of using their real names.

By the time we got to The Abbey, I was done with shots and on to water, but Klainie and hubs had a shot that they really seemed to enjoy. And by enjoy, I mean not enjoy at all.

We stayed at The Abbey for a little while but it was getting late and we were all getting tired, so most of us called it a night. I had a great time and don’t get to see those ladies often enough.

On the way home, hubs, Klainie, and I stopped at Pom Pom’s, a teahouse and café that specializes in making food as unhealthy and delicious as possible.

(That’s Klainie’s “Danny” – a Potato Pancake with Ginger Cranberry Chutney, Almonds, Brie, Red Onions & Apples)

I had “The Low Rider” sandwich with avocado, black beans, Mexican salsa, turkey & cream cheese. Sounded good, but it was terrible so I only ate half. And only because I was starving. When we finally got home, I attacked a box of Kellogg’s Krave cereal. Have you tried that before? Because I’m warning you now…don’t do it. It’s impossible to stop eating.

Today, I’ve spent most of the day moping on the couch regretting everything I ate and drank last night. I have a gift where I can eat well all week and then I eat and drink like the world is ending on the weekends. I wouldn’t mind if it were an occasional thing. But it’s not. It’s an every weekend thing. A 7 mile treadmill run made me feel better, but now I’m back to moping and searching the couch for any uneaten cereal I might have missed last night.


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Last night, hubs and I met up with Lisa to see Evanescence in concert at House of Blues in Downtown Disney. This makes the third time we’ve seen them and they always put on a good show.

So horizontal stripes make your butt look bigger, but not your boobs. I see a flaw in this system…

We checked out the merchandise and hung out in the balcony until the show started. Since I worked the next day, I made sure to practice moderation. Two drinks at a time instead of three.

That’s a Crowne and Diet Coke with lime. If you never drink Whiskey and decide to try it, I highly recommend not getting a second one right away. You may think your sober, but the whiskey says otherwise.

The show was sold out and the opening band (Rival Sons) was Southern rock and totally the wrong sound for an Evanescence opener. I think that’s the first time I’ve ever really noticed mismatched bands before.

Before the show started, Lisa and I pulled out the old lady glasses so we could see each other better.

On a side note, we’ve had a lot of people in the past ask us if we’re sisters. My MIL calls her my twin. What do you think? Twinsies? I’m sure it doesn’t help that we seem to be on the same hair dying schedule throughout the year.

At one point, Lisa was having too much fun so we had to tell her to SIMMER down.

I forgot to take my camera off the indoor setting, and you have to hold the camera really steady on that setting to not get blurry pictures. Since I haven’t perfected the holding-a-drink-rocking-out-picture-taking trifecta yet, only a couple came out.

We had a lot of fun, they did the two non-hits that we really wanted to hear, and Lisa made the executive decision that Amy Lee has made her girl crush list. It was a good night. 🙂

Once we got back to the car, I realized my iPod Touch was missing. Sad smile  I never used to lose anything and now I only lose super expensive things. Like when I lost my Droid Incredible 3 weeks after I bought it or when I left my new prescription glasses at a bar or the time my engagement ring flew into the crowd at a concert. I shouldn’t be allowed to have nice things.

Tell me about something expensive you lost so I can stop pouting about my iPod.


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Beer Makes Bowling Better

I’ve been doing a lot of nothing on my vacation this week. I may even write a post about all the nothing I’m doing because it’s quite impressive. But first, the something I did. Bowling!

Last night, hubs and I went bowling with Linda (our personal trainer) and Jimmy. Linda starts school again next week, so her entertainment of choice before becoming a slave to homework was throwing heavy balls at defenseless pins. So violent.

I haven’t been bowling in a long time and I have no form which probably explains my old lady lower back pain today. I’m thinking, according to these pictures, that bending your knees is the key to preventing that since I’m the only one not doing it.

I probably would have noticed the back pain during the game but I had to make sure my score was over 50 with a few of these.

The more I drink, the happier I get.

And the better my game gets.

And of course every strike and spare is celebrated with a special dance.

Unfortunately the strike dance was not caught on film, but if you can imagine a pirate dancing, then you know what it looks like. Dancing after every spare and strike is crucial in letting the rest of the bowling alley know you’re better than them. 😉

We played 3 games. Jimmy was very rude during the last game so we don’t want to play with him anymore.

Every time Jimmy bowled a strike, he wouldn’t even watch the ball go down the alley. He just walked away slowly like he was walking away from a movie explosion.

Such a drama queen.

Anyway, we had a lot of fun bowling. Afterwards, hubs and I went home and proceeded to do more of nothing. I’m getting really good at it.


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Happy New Year!

I hope you all had a safe and happy new year and that your livers are in the process of forgiving you.

Last night, hubs and I attended a masquerade party thrown by the good folk at Adventure Martial Arts (that’s where we take our martial arts fitness class). It was held at a country club in Casselberry, but first we met up at our friend Carrie’s house before heading over.

Our friend’s Ale and Jason were already there and we had to get pictures with them when we realized that hubs matched Ale and I matched Jason.

After about an hour, we drove over to the country club where I immediately sensed danger across a crowded room.

Those are cupcakes from Sweet. And they’re not the mini ones either. Those are the big boys. Speaking of those cupcakes, I’d like to take this time to make a public apology to my thighs and ass for last night.

Hubs and I shared a plate that included our first cupcake.

I think all the food was from Jason’s Deli. I’ve never been there before but man, it was all so good. I might have to put that into my permanent restaurant rotation.

While we were getting a drink at the bar, I noticed they had “Dude” flavored vodka.


I was equally worried and intrigued about the flavor. Particularly since it was yellow. So I got it.

I’m happy to report that it tastes like Mountain Dew and not urine.

Toward the end of the night, the cupcakes looked lonely. I couldn’t let them spend the new year alone, so I adopted another one and gave it a home.        In my belly.

Throughout the night, we hung out with friends.

Met Kung Fu Panda.

Watched a magic show.

And waited till midnight to ring in the new year.

These are Sheila’s awesome masks (she teaches our fitness class). She bought them in Italy. Incidentally, the only way it’s possible to look as good as Sheila in a picture is to have her wear a full face mask.

Of course, hubs was a hit with all the ladies. I can’t leave him alone for one second.

At midnight, we all went outside and lit floating lanterns. It was really cool and reminded me of the movie Tangled.

Then I got a new year’s smooch.

After midnight, we all went back to Carrie’s house where I proceeded to molest the hummus she brought back from the party. Have you had hummus from Jason’s Deli? I wasn’t even hungry, but I could.not.stop eating it. So delicious.

My holidays haven’t been the best this year so I gotta say I was pretty grumpy at the beginning of the night but had an unexpectedly great time and a great new year. Now I’m going back to watching The Twilight Zone marathon on SyFy and making a new year’s butt-print in the couch.

What did you do last night?


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Holiday Parties Make Me Fat and Happy

Saturday evening, hubs and I attended our big bossman’s holiday party at his house. He holds it every year for close friends, those in management at work, and certain client-type friends. We went to the party last year too because hubs falls in the management category. And I fall in the plus one category.

Big bossman has one of those houses you just feel grateful to have walked into. It’s big. And it’s beautiful. I want to take pictures of everything so bad, but I don’t want to be that person, so instead I pretend like his house is totally normal and that I have one just like it.

The party always has catered hors d’oeuvres, amazing desserts, and an open bar that makes me never want to leave. The plates for the hors d’oeuvres are really small, but that doesn’t deter me.

This year there was a chocolate fountain. I wanted to put my face in it.

I can’t tell you how many marshmallows and Rice Krispie treats I defiled with that thing. Also, there were more desserts.

Mini crème brulee and key lime pie, chocolate dipped cheesecake pops, chocolate brownie and carrot cake shots, cookies, mini cupcakes, and pretzels, marshmallows, graham crackers, bananas, strawberries, and Rice Krispie treats for the chocolate fountain. It’s hard to see in the picture, but there was an actual light from heaven shining down on that table.

This year, they rented a photo booth for all the guests to take pictures in. We get a copy as a memento and the big bossman and his wife get a copy as well. That was FUN.

I didn’t take many pictures, but I did manage to get some good ones of our friends Monte and Heather. (Monte works with us.)

I looooved Heather’s dress. I need it. Make it happen, Heather.

We had a lot of fun. We stayed until they kicked us out the party ended. Afterwards, Monte and Heather picked up hubs at our house to take him to another one of our friend’s Christmas parties and I hightailed it to Jacksonville for the marathon.


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