purse snack grazing, joining the 21st century, & why am I not in Delaware?

I drafted this (along with my last post, but I split it into 2. Long winded much? Well, in my defense, I was captive for almost  FOUR HOURS) while locked in a freezing little room inside the hospital while it was 78 degrees outside. Ouch.

A little woman, who had to get me a heated blanket because FREEZING temps in there, popped in every 15 minutes and had me breathe into a bag. This test could rule out SIBO, or verify if someone has a future as a balloon animal maker. The nurse, who I noted is NOT the nurse from last week - perhaps that woman requested NOT to deal with the hysterical patient, took a baseline breath test and then had me drink some orange glucose stuff that was the size of a McDonald's dipping sauce for McNuggets . . .

No, I wasn't thinking of food, why do you ask? 

By now you know that I survived the SIBO test. While I waited for the valet to bring my car, did I wait for hours?, no - it just felt that way, which is where my small cooler was with my DANNON CHERRY GREEK YOGURT, I dug around in my purse and stuffed tiny snacks into my pie hole. 

No test results yet, perhaps I'm supposed to check my portal. Don't get me started.

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I made a ridiculous amount of food for Easter. Some habits are hard to break. 

I was grateful for the overflowing sea of leftovers in the various fridges at our home, because I planned to DEVOUR loads after my exercise in starvation SIBO test. BTW our guests were impressed with our dining room fridge.

*my fav movie quote of all time, quite possibly. 

From Wedding Crashers. It makes me giggle EVERY TIME.

Thanks to getyarn. 

On Easter, I shocked everyone and looked like a grown up woman. Welcome to the year 2023. Bronzer is not just for Irish dancers who leg tan- well, you probably already knew that, didn't you?

When Reg and I returned from Milwaukee for his AAU ball weekend days after our Ireland trip, there was a package for me from Ulta. I was confused, and grumpy at being held hostage in Milwaukee much longer than anticipated. My kid barely played on his 'showcase' team, which costs an arm and a leg and requires a HUGE amount of time. This team is not so much showcasing my kid, as it was ticking off his mom (and dad, remotely). Expect elaboration later. 

Anyway, I struggled to open the Ulta bag and the whole time I was asking barking at the kids:  WHO ORDERED SOMETHING FROM ULTA? No one knew what I was talking about and since they don't sell dog toys, I figured Lad wasn't involved. 

Everything clicked when I peeked into the bag. 

Me:  OH MY GOSH. YOU'RE KIDDING ME.

It was a retractable makeup brush - when did this become a thing? And a cute little bronzer with a mirror inside the case. Good-bye grocery store makeup offerings, free tiny blush brushes, and hello to the wide, wide world of real makeup. 

This was a sweet and thoughtful gift from my blog friend, Suz. I was tickled, and not just because Curly leapt into action and applied bronzer to my face on the spot - OH, THAT IS THE PERFECT SHADE FOR YOU. If you missed my makeup post, cry-for-help, then you might be confused about why I didn't know about bronzer. 

I texted Suz to thank her and referenced the rock I've been living under. She agreed, but graciously allowed me to feel blameless in my lack of present day makeup knowledge, citing that many of my people are standing on the rock I've been living under. She's a funny one.

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My weekend was pretty chill, making me wish I was in Delaware. 

You:  HUH?

Coach flew there to teach a continuing ed course for the weekend. He asked me to go, ages ago. 

1. I wasn't sure of the basketball schedule. Both kids travel to games out of state. Reg more than Curly, but the schedule wasn't out yet.  

2.  My guess is I passed thinking that Delaware isn't a hot spot for vacationing. When Coach travels to AZ or someplace warm, I'm THERE . . . usually.

Neither kid ended up playing this weekend. Of course not. The weather here was in the low 80's which was fabulously, unseasonably warm, and I couldn't have predicted that. The clincher:  we had flights to go to AZ next weekend and today I cancelled my flight. *sobs softly* I'll explain the reasoning soon.

In the meantime, I drive to Notre Dame tomorrow - Sunday (I'm finishing this post Sat night because Sunday will be hectic). I'm bringing Mini's favorite dessert, Rocky Road Fudge bars. We are taking a page from Kari's playbook, called:  IT'S MY (KID'S) BIRTHDAY MONTH, BITCHES.

Also, I'm gifting the girls the completed photo banner thingies. I hadn't finished the banners by Easter. Preparing our upstairs for overnight guests was back-breaking. Quite literally, and I put the project on pause. Coach worked late Thursday (the night they arrived) and was in Milwaukee Good Friday till Sat night for Curly's games, so I was on my own 'staging' our house, not for sale but to pretend we are a neat and tidy breed. 

*I'm sorry/not sorry that I didn't take a before video. 

This is the boys' room - I bumped Reg to bunk

 in the girl room with Curly, so each of the 3 

college girls had their own bed. 

Between chatting with our guests (favorite activity), making all the Easter food, cleaning house, making dinner for our guests Sat night, driving back and forth to near Midway airport (30 minutes) where Reg 'played' MULTIPLE b-ball games, and having my high school BFF Drew (who I haven't seen for years) come into town and meet me for a drink  - well, the weekend was a blur. 

Anyway, our visit tomorrow is a surprise. I've been communicating with Mini's friend. My mom and Curly are coming along and I'm looking forward to it. 

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Have you passed up a chance to go out of town and then kicked yourself? (really, I've been out of town -it feels like, more than in town lately, so it's FINE).

Do you have a favorite movie quote? 

Is getting your upstairs ready for out of town guests a daunting task? Or do you just not host out of towners?