Food-filled weekend

Friday night =
family friend wanted my whole family to have dinner @ her place. Ate so much chicken macaroni salad that I think I pictured me rolling home that night. Punched Faisal and Joaquin's arm with all my strength (don't ask why, I was with boys, enough said). Good punch, but not so good wrist soreness I experienced the day after.

Saturday =
gym with dad and nephew. Dad wanted to eat at his favorite diner first for some scramble eggs, 2 huge sausages, toast, coffee, and OJ. I out-ate both dad and nephew. HA! I make myself proud! Ok, so how was I going to work out right after?!?! Faisal and I decided to walk around the track first to speed up the digestion process. Did bench presses for the second time in my life (just the 25 lb. bar only). Spotted for the first time in my life. What follows the gym is muscle milk, piano practice, memorial mass for Joaquin's grandfather, mani/pedi, Boog time (quick Kennedy's stop, Rice to Riches (Joaquin ate with his eyes again), laughing til we teared, continued watching American Gangster). Home @ 1am. Dad was waiting up for me but didn't want to admit it b/c I'm supposed to be this adult now who comes home whatever time she wants. But I must admit it was cute b/c as soon as I came home and took off my shoes, he turns off the tv like like "ah, she's home. Now I can sleep". Those who care about your well-being will always be that way... I should know b/c I'm one of them with the ppl I love. Ain't nothing wrong w/ that. It feels good someone cares about you like that. :-) Weird dreams that night.

Sunday =
watched Juno on DVD. Awesome movie! (So was American Gangster). Hung out w/ nephews where they witnessed my hormonal rage/mood swings/craziness. Both made sure I had some "Relaxing Tea" (I swear that's what its called). "Simon Says" push-ups with them. Took parents out to Pio Pio to stuff faces as always. Hung out more with nephews, more pushups. Weird dreams. Again.


Hope yours was just as good as mine!