Where Is My Mind?

Notice I've only been posting once a week?  That should tell you something about my lack of free time.  This past week was unlike anything I have ever experienced.  Wakes, two concerts, a shirtless Mullethead, The White Girl Tax Parking Scam, over training which is why I cannot walk right now, Aquaman buying a foreign luxury car (I mean that in itself should be an entire blog) and shopping with Mini Me who truly is her mother.  Here we go:

Dawna's Donna died last week.  After a year long battle with lung cancer, she died surrounded by her friends and family, Fruity being one of them.  I knew I had to be there for her but like I told my sister, "I don't do death well."  I become the Ice Queen and really don't show any emotion.  I go into auto-pilot.  I'm trying to change that and I think it's happening but in small steps.  Last weekend was so packed and I didn't get a chance to see her until Sunday.  So I showed up for her the way I knew best; I took her shopping for clothes for the funeral and wake.  I got her to buy her first item at Nordstroms!  The next day I took her to the wake and stayed with her the entire time.  We had many ideas which would have made Donna smile and let's just say I will never look at an owl again in the same way.  I was touched that I went to dinner with the family afterwards.  I knew so well what hell they were going through; especially her sons.  Donna's boys are intelligent, warm and caring.  Their courage was a true testament to the vivacious person Donna was.  

On Wednesday I talked Fruity in to going with me to The Ozomatli concert (I kid you not every single person I knew was busy that night.)  She was skeptical but I think she's glad that she went.  The House of Blues is my new favorite venue to see a show.  Unbelievable.  We met Sarah and her husband Bryan there.  This is my second time seeing Ozo and I have to tell you; they are one of the best bands live EVER.  I thought they were better this time around.  Their energy is infectious and the entire crowd was there to kick back, have fun and dance.  One audience goer in particular was dancing quite a lot and throwing his long hair around in my face.  We then noticed he had a mullet!  At one point Sarah screams, "He's attacking you with his hair."  Followed by, "I think he's making eyes at you!"  Right then and there my grapefruit juice and Ketel One (yes, my Chelsea drink is back) wanted to come right up.  A few minutes later we notice that Mullet Head is now shirtless.  The grapfruit juice and Ketel One did come up.

The next night I headed out to see Bloc Party with Libby.  We were going to park in the same lot as I had the night before.  I start going up the ramp and this guy comes out of nowhere and starts yelling at me, "You can't park up here tonight.  Permit only."  I tell him what I think of this and he says, "Tell you what, you park on the street (that would be Landsdowne directly in front of Fenway) and I'll watch the car for you.  Ok, I should have run him over right there but what do I do?  I agree to this completely stupid plan.  So I back up and park.  My car is partially blocking a driveway.  I still agree.  We pay him the $15 and get out.  Libby and I are both feeling weird.  We then can't find him.  I decide to ask the two parking attendants at the garage I wanted to park at if it really was okay to leave my car there.  They were like, "You can park here.  It's not permit only."  WE WERE SCAMMED!  We, two suburban but hip moms, handed over our money to that ahole who then took off with it.  Libby yells, "We just paid the White Girl Tax!"  And I yell back, "Yeah, and I'm not even white!"

Of course we head directly to the bar once we get it.  Libby recognizes the bartender!  She had been at The Paradise two nights earlier and he was there (I love her!)  The place is jammed.  Like, couldn't move jammed.  Bloc Party was insane.  They opened with One Month Off and Helicopter was one of the encores.  I was totally loving every second of it.

On Friday I drag my butt out to Hudson to train.  I walk in and Pete informs me that it will be a special one on one with Tony.  Was God trying to punish me or something?  Lower body day.  Squatting, lunge split stance.  I was running on a total of 8 hours of sleep in 48 hours but I did it.

The next morning I wake up and do 25 minutes of speed intervals on the treadmill.  Even before I began, I could tell I was a little sore in the quads.  I then drive out to Hudson again and train.  Dumbell walking lunges.  That's all I'm going to say right now.  

Now Aquaman had been looking for new cars all week.  He kept saying he was looking into a Saab.  I really didn't believe him.  Not Mr. Cheapo.  Well, Mr. Cheapo no more!  He bought one!  The best part?  My car is in the shop for awhile to fix that dent from a few months ago so I get to drive the new car before he does!  Amelia had a sleepover so Vic and I took Drew for some Japanese food and then he and I watched Transformers.  The kid has never been so happy in awhile.  It made me feel good to spend some one on one time with him.

Here's a pic of the new Aquamanmobile:

The next morning I wake up and the instant my eyes open I know.  I just know.  My quads are sorer than sore.  They're like I can't move sore!  Not again.  NO, NO, NO!  I text Tony a threatening message and then begin the 14 miles.

It was horrible.   I mean, horrible.  See this diagram of the quads?

Every part of my quads hurt.  For the first time ever, I walked a little.  Every step was painful.  I have learned my lesson: Do not train with your trainer 2x in 18 hours and do speed work and then a long run.  Your quadriceps will hate you.  And your trainer.

I had promised Amelia I would take her shopping so did that.  An exchange in the Nordstrom's dressing room confirmed that she really is me.  

"Did the Lucky jeans fit?"

"No, too big."

"Well, try these True Religion on (don't worry readers, they were all on sale!) I can't wear TR; they don't fit my butt.

She tries them on and says, "The fit everywhere except my booty!"

She's only 7 and jean shopping has already become a spectacle.

I finally decided on my two spring scents (big sigh of relief I know.)  Bond No.5 Chelsea Flowers is an all time favorite and also chose Chloe which is relatively new.  I love perfume and can't just have one scent.   I can sleep better night knowing that my fragrances are all lined up.

This week is pretty quiet and I am so thankful.  Because next weekend?  20 miles, steak, U2 in 3D in Imax and then Morrissey at The House of Blues.  

The below video (which I'm not even sure is working) is a song that kept going through my head today.  "Where is my Mind?" by The Pixies.  The Pixies are one of my favorite bands ever.  One of the only bands Aquman and I can agree on.  This song is so me right now.  So me.