Ree-diculous

I am 35 years old.  THIRTY-FIVE!  What is the deal with this HUGE GINORMOUS zit on my chin???? I mean, seriously people, I am WAY too old for this.  This is ree-diculous.  Isn't there some cutoff birthday when you no longer get these mountainous miscolored blemishes on your face?  If I was pregnant, I would be in a high-risk category for my age.  I think that awards me something with regards to acne, right?!? I'm on the downhill slide to 40.  I'm in "middle age".  I've borne two beautiful (and pesky) children.  I have worked hard for my whole career.  Can't I just get a break on the breakouts???
Ree-diculous.

Ritas

I was lucky enough to have dinner and margaritas (I prefer mine frozen with salt) with two girlfriends/former coworkers last night who I hadn't seen in almost a year.  We visited my favorite mexican food joint - Chuy's - and had a great time laughing about work and telling crazy, funny stories.  I miss working with them - wonderful, brilliant women who work their tails off and don't get half the recognition they've earned.  Ahh, but alas, a new role in a new company brings new challenges - and I'm knee deep in them.  Good news is nothing has changed at the old job - the stories are still the same, still just as funny, and still just as unbelievable. 
Thanks for the good laughs, ladies!

Back in the saddle

So I'm sorry to say that I played hookie from the gym the last three weeks.  I have no excuse except for social life (rodeo) and work (travel), but as I've been informed, that is no excuse.  I didn't realize it had been quite that long, but was reminded this morning (with a smile on his face) by Andrew - my personal kettle bell torture expert - that it HAD been that long.  But I was just as happy to see him as he was to see me... as by some miracle I hadn't lost any weight over the past few weeks (you mean it just doesn't continue to fall off your body while your eating some weird XYZ Airline Chicken Wrap that was nuked under pressure at 30,000 ft?). 
I did drag myself there at 6:00am this morning with Emily, and we survived about 45 min of grueling Russian-esque torture.  I am feeling okay today, but know that the worst is yet to come. 
Thank you Andrew!

Amen

Today, we had our son Will baptized.  Mind you, it has taken me 2+ years to pull this off.  I have been mentally planning to have him baptized at the "next convenient time", but that didn't happen quite as quickly as one would hope.  So, at 2 1/2 years old, Will was finally baptized.  My oldest (and one of my dearest) friend came in from Dallas with her husband, and they were anoited his Godparents.  Let me clarify:  I don't mean she is my eldest friend; I have just known her longer than I have known any of my other friends, which today that is 35 years and 154 days. 
Everyone gathered at our church (Annie calls it the "castle") and the service went off without a hitch.  Even the priest who scooped up Will off the floor to douse him a bit was an unbelievable pro.  You would have thought aliens had bodysnatched my son and replaced him with a creature from far outer space who was studying our species and was quite content to have water poured on his head just to see what would happen next. 
The rest of the kids gathered 'round the baptismal font to watch the spectacle.  Annie offered that she would like to go too.  I told her she was baptized as a baby, and she declared that she wanted to do it again.  Luckily I was able to distract her, but on second thought, I wonder if two baptisms does you any good on those really bad days?  hmmm... something to think about.
With the service over, everybody came to the house for dinner.  18 adults.  13 kids. Kids were victorious.
But the food came out hot that was supposed to, and cold that was supposed to.  Enough food to go around, but not too much left over.  Plenty of wine, and the boys made an extra beer run to help get them through the Final Four games on TV upstairs. 
I am again reminded how I am very blessed to have such wonderful friends and family that help in the kitchen, clean up in the gameroom, discipline kids (no matter whose they are), refill my wine glass, tell funny stories, kiss me hello and goodbye, and tell me they love me often. 
What else can a girl ask for?