2 posts tagged “relax”
This morning was one of those mornings where I woke up thinking, Why can't I win the lotto? Broke will be my middle name for about the next month. Luxury vacations has it's price.
One week without working =One week without pay. Unfortunately, I work for a private company who doesn't offer paid vacations. But fortunately, I gained some life back and sanity. I learned to relax.
I can live without buying the bar here in Seattle or Target sweaters.
Broke but happy.
Back from LaLa Land. I'm at the airport enjoying coffee in hopes that it will get me back to my normal routine...of taking a morning shit, on West Coast time that is. The first thing I spot is a Seattle's Best Coffee shop. Now the funny thing is, everyone on the trip was from Connecticut so..they asked me Kristina, are you happy to see a Seattle's Best Coffee. No, actually. I'd rather have Dunkin Donuts or McDonalds. Why isn't there a Dunkin Donuts in this airport? Why is Starbucks everywhere? How will I get a normal bowel movement again after eating like a queen everynight and having desserts and Patron? How many calories were in those tasty Chocolate Martini's? Questions we just don't seem to have the answers to.
Thank God for those elevators on the ship that had the day posted on it. Honestly, I started to feel homesick about hmmmm......a few days in. Thursday actually. In attempt to get reconnected to the world, I went to the cruise's online center. Let's see I logged on to myspace for about 15 minutes. At .50 cents a minutes, 15 minutes was way too long.
I only spoke to one person while on vacation. My best friend. She called me and surprisely when I answered I was able to talk for a couple of minutes. Roaming charges...I love her and all but c'mon...call ya when I get home! (Ok, when I get to Orlando)
As soon as I hit Orlando, I texted my friends...Morning Bitches...I'm coming home later. One of them calls me and starts with me right away.No...how was your trip...no...where are you?? Her first words were hey, did you fuck anyone?
HAHAHAHA... No. The most provacative thing I did on this trip was go into the jacuzzi with my underwear on. Living the edge, I know. Oh wait...and I danced with this stripper bitch. I think J was jealous.
Leave it to me to be at the airport, minding my bid-ness and I turn around and notice this dude sitting there with his girl or wife or something. He looks like him. I mean literally. They could be related. Poor guy. I was staring at him and it was to the point where he started to stare at me but he's prolly thinking why is this drunk bitch * cuz I had about 2 hours sleep and too many Chocolate Martini's last night staring at me.
Back to work...and back to wallowing. Love sucks ass.
The vacation was wonderful. I can't really say relaxing. I took a nap yesterday under the sun and then went into the pool. So ok. That was relaxing because the next time I get to do that will prolly be when Gabby is 16 or something. My favorite island was St. Maarten, No, not because you go topless on the beach which btw, I didn't because I'm chicken shit, but because it was BEAUTIFUL.
The weather was excellent!!!! My tan....ah, I'd do me right now.
No, the sun and heat didn't make me horny not one bit. * yea right. There were times when I was walking around the ship thinking, this be a great place to have sex. I'm such a guy.
