Last weekend I met up with Kyle, Jen's cousin from Alaska. We met when we were 13 and then again at 19 and now at 25. There is something eerie going on here with the 6-year breaks. Not sure what that's about. We had such a great time in Sacramento. We ate really good food, taught ourselves a new drinking game (Drinking Uno), went to Ikea & Thunder Valley Casino (my favorite part!!). He even slept in a sleeping bag so that I could have his tiny twin bed all weekend...what a gent (okay I used physical force to get the bed but still). It's really exciting to have an old, good friend so close by.



Last night I met with my new trainer and I'm not able to walk normally today. Simple tasks like sitting on the toilet (TMI?) and standing back up cause me to let out these I'm-too-old-to-be-doing-this-put-me-in-diapers-already moans. I decided to give a birthday present to myself (hush hush I'm just rationalizing $$ spent) and buy 5 sessions with Kenny. He's the manager of all the trainers so I figure he's got to know A LOT about kicking my butt into shape. And he's my age & super chatty which I love.

Friday morning I leave for Vegas with the kiddies. I'm basically the chaperone since I'm the oldest one going. We are definitely seeing Thunder From Down Under (my 4th time!) so I'm excited :)