Kate Happens in Vegas

Vegas is/was/continues to be . . . interesting. Pretty much what I expected. Lots of work, two very sore feet, severe irritation with co-workers . . . the bad stuff I expected. With the exception of the night of puking my guts out. Didn't expect that. Apparently when you eat healthy for a month it's NOT a good idea to go eat French food. Who knew . . .

The good stuff has been great. GREAT food (in spite of the puking episode). I ate literally some of the best food I've ever had while on this trip. John Dory (a fish? What the?), Dover Sole, fresh handmade ravioli (cheese, sweet pea - not the flower, artichoke, asparagus . . . mmmmm), strawberry/vanilla baked alaska, chocolate hazelnut dome thingies with raspberry sauce . . . AND the good news, it was all not paid for by me. I got an AMAZING aromatherapy massage (they had me fill out a questionnaire and then CUSTOMIZED a scent just for me! It was so amazing.)

The Mandalay Bay, where I'm staying, is WAY better than I expected, and THEhotel, where my company had a hospitality suite is spectacular. And contains the funniest . . . "thing." Everything is "THE" THEcoffee cafe. THEbar. THEnotepad. THEsparkle. And the best one of all:

Who knew you could find that kind of comedy in the bathroom? On the toilet paper??

And.

Oh my gosh the AND. Are you guys ready for the A-N-D?

I'd like you all to meet the newest member of my family:

Her name is Carla Mancini (I think I shall call her Cini) and she's the most beautiful, brilliant, amazing little red patent leather bag with ivory grosgrain lining that ever was born. I will protect and love her as long as I am breathing. My unbelievably amazing boss saw her in a store and told me I had to have her. I tried to argue with said amazing boss but she INSISTED that I bring her home. After a few minutes you just don't argue with your boss when she INSISTS on something. Especially when the something she is insisting on is THAT BAG and tells you that you are not required to spend moolah to bring her home. She is sitting next to me in the front seat on the car ride home tomorrow.

So, tomorrow I have one more meeting in the morning and then I drive home. I can't wait to see my husband. I've missed him like crazy this week.

Also, it's time to start packing. The official closing date is set for the new house. September 28th. No news on the old house but I'm sure we'll have some soon. For now I'm trying to get excited and pick paint colors for the new house!

And trying to ignore the fact that I have to pack. I hate moving.

I have never wanted to be a clown so badly in my life . . .

This is an ad for the Sony Bravia TV. And it's probably the coolest commercial I've EVER seen.



This is a cool little mini-documentary about how they made it.



Doesn't it make you want to put on all white clothes and run through a paint fireworks show?

I could talk about . . .

Well, let's see. I could talk about a lot of things.

I COULD talk about the gondola ride through Naples that my Grandma surprised us with.

I COULD talk about the Hotel Del Coronado and all of it's fabulousness.

I COULD talk about my SWEET new Dell Laptop, courtesy of my place of work.

But I won't. At least not today.

Instead? I'm going to show you some pictures. Some awesome, HILARIOUS pictures from our anniversary weekend that have nothing to do with us or our anniversary.

Picture A was taken on the beach in front of the Hotel Del. We were walking along, snapping sunset pictures on the gorgeous beach when we walked past what I believe is the most ingenious use of toilet paper ever.


Picture B (aka "THE BEST PICTURE EVER")-- is Jose Canseco. Jose Canseco by himself, kind of interesting to run into at Huntington Beach. Want to know what is really interesting? Jose Canseco . . . in tight biker-esque swim shorts at Huntington Beach. Even more interesting? Jose Canseco in MOON BOOTS and tight biker-esque swin shorts at Huntington Beach. See?



Seriously, when we saw the picture of Jose Canseco in moon boots and tight swim trunks that we had miraculously captured after jogging after him and just randomly snapping away, trying to look inconspicuous, we were rolling around on the floor and laughing to hard we couldn't see or talk for about twenty minutes.

We had a wonderful weekend, full of fun, romance and immense amounts of food. I will catch you all up on that later. For now, enjoy the pictures. Jose Canseco obviously wants it that way.

So funny I almost peed a little . . .

I don't care who you are, you HAVE GOT to read this hilarious post by Crystal over at Boobs, Injuries and Dr. Pepper because it is CLASSIC. I'm still wiping laughter tears from my eyes.

I should be in bed

But instead? I'm looking through old pictures . . . and I found this hilarious picture of Anne and Hannah singing with the birthday crew at a restaurant back in good old Provo, Utah. They were singing me happy birthday . . . back when I was young and 25. Those were the days. Sigh.

I'm laughing so hard my sides are hurting

I was reading Suburban Turmoil this morning and I just HAD to "borrow" this picture from her blog so that those of you too lazy to actually just click on the link to her blog over there could see the hilarity. Because this is SO worth it.

Yep, still laughing. Probably won't stop all day.

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**Updated to add she totally won the lawsuit HAHAHAHAAAA!