And Now I Must Skedaddle Lickety-Split to the Gym with my Furphy and Practice Pandiculation Until I am Wabbit. (I Apologize For Being Such A Pettifogger.)

Hey Blogstalkers!

If you've read my last post (or follow my extremely-complainy-butt on Facebook) then you know that we've been having a lot of heating problems lately.  For a time we were making-do with space heaters and blankets while coils and whozits and whatzits were ordered and the heating people had important conversations with Ryan about motors and sludge.  But eventually, when the heat stopped working AGAIN and it was about to be the third night of me having to endure Ryan using the phrase "tid bit nippily," we called it quits.

So Sunday afternoon we checked ourselves into the fabulous InterContinental Hotel on Michigan Avenue.  It's my favorite hotel for a couple of reasons, the biggest being that things like the below occurred there.


 Also, they allow dogs, have a Starbucks and are directly across the street from Nordstrom.  Plus it's the site of the Michael Jordan Steakhouse and their rooms have huge televisions in them, which in Ryan's opinion, would make for a pretty OK Super Bowl Sunday.

Here are some things that happened during our stay.

*Someone knocks on door*

Lauren: OH GOOD, they're finally here to take away all of our glorious down pillows and blankets and leave bedding made of styrofoam and dead leaves in their place.

Ryan: I can't help it that I'm allergic to down Lauren. *goes to open door*

Lauren: You know there's something psychologically confounding about the fact that you're allergic to feathers, are deathly afraid of birds and yet would choose Flight as your super power.

Ryan: Those things have absolutely nothing to do with each other, oh CRAP, the dog!

When Ryan opened the door to let the hotel employee with a cart full of bedding in, one of our small dogs (Zooey) darted down the hallway.  Ryan was only wearing athletic shorts and no shirt (obviously) so it was up to me to go after her.

Cut to a curious hotel neighbor opening their door to see me running down the hall wearing black leggings, an oversized white sweatshirt that says "We're All Mad Here!" and fuzzy zebra print knee socks shouting "Zoomer! Zoomer!" with outstretched arms.

Don't worry, I caught my errant dog.

Sidenote: This post makes it seem like I would be a really terribly annoying person to stay near in a hotel, but I promise 99% of the time, we are quiet as tiny mouses and I would absolutely never have shouted anything in the hallway if we had not been staying in a tiny hallway with only two doors one of which was ours and the other of which was a very nice man's who we talked to a bunch of times and who jokingly tried to bet Ryan that "Coach Harbaugh would win the Super Bowl." 

A little later Ryan and I went to a late lunch at the steakhouse downstairs.  Ryan got a huge burger and french fries and I was going to order the Caesar Salad with grilled chicken, dressing on the side, since I've been eating a lot healthier lately but then I remembered my self-imposed rule about how one is allowed to eat whatever they like on birthdays, federal holidays, and while staying at a hotel so instead I decided to forgo lunch in general and skip right to dessert and get this:



22 layers of delicious, mouth-watering, eye-watering (yes I cried a little) chocolate cake.  Even Ryan was impressed and was all, "That looks great, can I have a bite?"  Of course the answer was no though because of how Ryan doesn't like cake and it would have been a waste of cake.

While we were at lunch we had this conversation:

Lauren: You know, Nordstrom is directly across the street and I've been needing some new gym shoes.

Ryan: Nope.

Lauren: But this time I promise to use them for going to the gym.

Ryan: That would be a first.

Lauren: Untrue, I totally wore my old gym shoes to the gym the time I went in to cancel my gym membership.  OH! And the time you forgot your heart rate monitor and I brought it to you at the gym!

Ryan: No, that time I very clearly remember you wearing cowboy boots because I asked you why on earth you were wearing cowboy boots to the gym and you said "Instead of what? Roller Skates? It's not a roller disco RYAN."

Lauren: Oh yeah! You're totally right, because I remember looking for you that day and one of the trainers asked me if I needed anything and I said was trying to find the Country Line-Dancing Class.

Lauren: Ok so I can see why you're not sold on the gym shoe idea, but what about a trench coat?  I've been thinking about getting a trench coat lately.

Ryan: You don't work in an office any longer, you almost never wear pants that aren't fuzzy on the inside, why on earth would you need a trench coat?

Lauren: Detective work.  I need to do more detective work.  I've been craving it, which makes sense actually since it runs in my blood.

Ryan: Detective work runs in your blood?

Lauren: My grandmother's maiden name was Watson.

Ryan: You have cake all over your face.

And then lunch was over and we went to Nordstrom and I did not buy a trench coat but I did in fact get some awesome new shoes.



They are purple because I love purple and neon green because it is a proven fact that neon colors make you run faster.  Which also explains my new puffy vest.

Sidenote: The shoes and the vest are for early Valentine's Day.  I swear I don't often decide to just go to Nordstrom and buy myself things for no reason.



Ryan wasn't entirely sold on the idea of neon colors making one run faster so when we got back to the hotel I put on my new shoes and my new puffy vest and ran down the hallway at the speed of light singing "I am the fastest man alive!" because that is what The Flash says and I was being The Flash.

And then the same neighbor was standing in his doorway laughing at me and Ryan was standing in our doorway laughing at me and so I ran (really really astonishingly quickly) back to my bed and my dogs who always understand me and never say things like, "THAT was embarassing for you," to me.

I spent the rest of the evening staying firmly behind closed doors.  Talking on Twitter to the people that truly understand me, all of you.


So that was my Super Bowl Sunday Blogstalkers.  How did you spend yours?

PostScript: I shared this on FB and Twitter, but if you don't follow me on one of those: I've been hired recently to write for Mom.Me and my first post is up!

PostPostScript: Since I'm now writing for three different blogs (and also on the side for a non-blog project) I just wanted to let you all in on my new schedule.  I'm planning to update this site Monday/Wednesday/Thursday; the cooking blog on Tuesday and/or Thursday and the Mom.Me site once a week, posted at their editor's discretion.

32 comments:

  1. Congrats on the new gig at Mom.Me!

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  2. at least the neighbor was laughing and hopefully in a "you're silly"way and not in the "OMG, they're going to be a pain later" way.

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    1. Yeah I know I sound like a huge pain in the butt in this post but really our floor was seriously deserted since we were on a dog-friendly floor in an enormous hotel and our tiny little hallway only had two rooms in it, his and ours. Plus we were very quiet the rest of the time and went to bed immediately after the Super Bowl and checked out early the next morning.

      The guy was really nice actually, he tried to make Ryan a bet that "Coach Harbaugh would win the Super Bowl."

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  3. You are lucky to be loved so intensely by the man you adore.

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    1. Don't I know it. He certainly has not chosen an easy path in this life of ours.

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  4. "My grandmother's maiden name was Watson." Cracked me up. Now you need a bubble pipe and one of those hats to go with the trench coat Ryan is obviously buying you for Valentine's Day.

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    1. Haha! A Snarfblatt! I think we won't be doing Valentine's Day this year though, the hotel/gym shoes/stuff Ryan got was sort of our gifts to each other.

      And the Watson thing is true. I do wish it was Holmes because I'm not terribly into being a sidekick but I'll take what I can get.

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  5. And, now you have to watch Sherlock. The BBC television show. It's right up there with Doctor Who!

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    1. It's on my list! I just don't want to add any new shows until I finish some one the ones I've started since I'm pretty sure I watch entirely too much tv right now.

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    2. I second this! It's all on Netflix and because it's only 6 episodes to catch up on, it flies right by. Also because it's so good.

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  6. Ah, Lauren... no one can make staying at a hotel as entertaining as you. :) The most interesting thing that happened the last time I stayed at the hotel is that they put us across from the laundry room, so our room was always humid and hot. A lovely combination in Maryland in late July. Blech.

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    1. Usually my hotel stays are not all laughs and running down the hallway either. The last hotel we stayed at (for a wedding) we were put in an adjoining room next to one full of young guys who were being insanely noisy at two a.m. and then started smoking what I can only imagine was a ridiculous amount of weed, which then started seeping under the adjoining doors and literally making our room all smelly and smoky.

      I'm usually pretty tolerant and didn't want anyone (who we didn't know by the way) to get in major trouble but eventually I called the front desk and complained only about the noise. I guess when they came up to the room to check it out they caught the smell and basically told the guys that they had to leave immediately or the cops would be called.

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  7. It should be illegal to post a picture of that cake without actually sending a slice to whoever will view it.

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    1. You're probably right, it was seriously crazy. (And I'm not terrible, I did in the end let Ryan try it. He was unimpressed.)

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  8. Kari Rice2/05/2013

    I am allergic to feathers, do not like cake and think you are adorable and charming, so I get Ryan and by default adore him too! Great post! Did you get your heat fixed?

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  9. My shoes that I bought 2 years ago to go to the gym (and never wore to the gym) finally got a hole in them from all of the non-gym wear and tear...so now I need to get a new pair too!

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  10. "A tid bit nippily" is a lot better then "A tit bit nippily" which is what my dad always said

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  11. I have the same rule about chocolate cake and hotels. And, running down the hall as fast as I can. Mainly because I like to act as if I'm in a horror movie and I'm bieng chased by some serial murderer. Not because like to annoy people.

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  12. I bought new gym clothes and shoes and stuff and was so proud of myself that i actually went a few times. That was last summer and i have not gone ever again.

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  13. Congrats on the new blog gig! You first post is really sweet - has Ryan read it?

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  14. There is nothing that will make you sort of want to work out like new shoes. Good on you!!

    Hugs!

    Valerie

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  15. OMG Lauren, we are totally related....my grandmothers maiden name was Watson too!!! Small world :)

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  16. Oh my gosh that cake looks sooooooo good!! And I love the shoes! I spent my Sunday doing absolutely nothing except bleaching my bath and sink! It was glorious. Until all my boys came home and demanded dinner. I mean really, how rude!

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  17. Dianna O.2/06/2013

    I just read the Mom.Me article. Well done!! It's absolutely inspiring how you two love each other! I've only been married 2 years (been with him 4) and I hope after another 7 we will be as crazy in love as you obviously are. Thank you for sharing yourself with us : )

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  18. I'm jealous. Of the cake and the shoes and the puffy jacket and the writing gigs. Though, you totally deserve all of them because your blog f*ing rocks. And now I have to join twitter so that I can stalk you and my other favorite bloggers in yet another way.

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  19. Anonymous2/06/2013

    can you put a link to the cooking blog on your main page?

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  20. my daughter would LOVE those shoes! good choice.
    very nice article on Mom.Me. this year will be married to hubby for 13 years (17 years together) and when I watch him with our kids my heart pitter patters. My kids are 13 and 11 and I am trying to figure out where the time went. It is totally cliche, but it really does go by so fast.

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  21. I'm jealous of your life. And your marriage. And your fashion.

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  22. I think the reason that you ran so fast was your sugar high..but, must say those are cool sneaks! ps...blog that chocolate cake recipe!

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  23. I spent my Super Bowl time grocery shopping, working on my new website (I finally bought my married name domain. I've only been married since April.), watching Girls, and sleeping. I'm incredibly exciting.
    I'm kind of jealous of your hotel time, even if it's for such a dumb reason.

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    1. Oh, and that cake! Holy poopsticks that cake!

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