Our Glover Family

I have never hid my (unhealthy) love for caffeine, ranging from energy drinks to coffee. Most mornings I can get up without any caffeine, but come later in the day I usually find myself dragging. (DRG, on the other hand, usually drinks a whole pot of coffee himself first thing in the morning.) However, there are some mornings where I simply cannot shake the sleep ouåt & feel super foggy. And who wants to drive in a fog? (Or more importantly, who doesn't want ME to drive in a foggy state?) This is where a new found pleasure comes in....International Coffee To Go Sugar Free Vanilla Latte. See I like coffee. But only with lots of sugar, milk, and sugar free syrup. With a foggy brain, that's a lot of work to whip up. When I found these latte packets (super cute) I really only bought them on a whim, thinking maybe I'd give them a try.

This morning? Enter foggy brain. Meet hot water & international coffee packet. Stir. And sigh at the deliciousness. (Only 60 calories! And there is foam!) Now, I recommend that if you enjoy your coffee sweet, and your inner lazy side says give a try, run to local grocery store. Because I? Will be buying these in bulk from this day forward.

Brunch is one of my most favorite things in the world. So on Sunday, after a very tough gym session, I ordered my favorite (& I assume very fatty) dish of Migas. Breadwinners was packed (as per usual) but our group got a nice table nestled in the back...and by nestled I mean, I should have dropped bread crumbs to find my way out. At anyrate, the migas were divine, the company was fun & boisterous...and then disaster struck.

Mid laugh, I felt my face flush & mouth began to water & my stomach turned. I thought for sure I was about to ralph all.over.the.table. DRG started screaming “NO!!! Don't DO IT!!!  If you puke, then I'LL PUKE!!! I can't HANDLE IT!!!” I, ever the deer in the headlights, couldn't think about where to run to as the place was packed and I couldn't remember where the bathroom was. After thinking it was under control, everything resumed as normal. And then it happened again. This time I ran to bathroom, scared that I was going to look like a bulmic puking up my food in a public restroom. And scared in general, because I loathe being sick. But there were two other girls occupying the stalls....vomiting up their breakfast.  (Or maybe last nights drinks? Dunno.)  So I was left leaning over the sink, praying for mercy and struggling in general with all the nastiness going on in that bathroom. But, it was thankfully a false alarm and I remained vomit free and returned to the table. As for the Migas, well half of them were left sitting on the plate. But alls well that ends well, especially I didn't ruin our favorite brunch spot.

Yesterday some new boots that I ordered came in, and I left the PO sitting on the kitchen counter. (What? Haven't you ever been so excited about a new pair of boots that you forgot all about cooking dinner? Don't judge.)  When DRG came home he found the PO, and quickly noted that I “lied” about the price. For the record, it wasn't a lie, I just rounded down. By about a hundred dollars. I figured that if I warned him in the vicinity of the price he would be less shocked when he saw the real price. But, again, I forgot that I left out the incriminating evidence. Le sigh.

At anyrate, as I was trying to charm my way out of this debacle, and avoid justifying why the boots were a "need" (even I know when to recognize defeat) a childhood memory came to me. One Sunday morning, as my Dad was driving us all home from church, he pointed out a man sleeping under an overpass. Then he turned around and told us all that if “your Mother doesn't quit spending so much money, we'll all be living in a box and sleeping like that man.” Tom & I were 5, Matt 3. Needless to say, he was trying to be funny and make a point to my mom who had overshot her clothing budget that month (again). I, ever the serious lame child, thought he was literally saying we were headed for box style living. When we got home I set my brothers and I to hunting all over the house for spare change and money. Then I took the money to Dad, who was extremely confused. A funny story to this day, well, at least as an inside joke.  (Sorry Mom, its all over the interwebs now!)  So when I was thinking about the shoe mess, I considered driving over to my parents house and hunting for money again. Naturally, Dad didn't think it was such a good idea. The point of all this drivel? No clue. Except that maybe I married a man more like my father than I originally thought.  Or maybe its that I'm more like my Mom than I thought.  So take heed DRG, I come by this shopping gene naturally. And also, please don't scare our future kiddos.


PS - I didn't buy ANYTHING in SF, so really, I figure its a wash.  Now, why didn't I think of that argument last night?  

After the snow brought all the electricity in Dallas down, I was thrilled to escape to San Francisco with DRG. He was going for business, and I decided to tag along for the week...you know, since I can work from anywhere.

While in SF we managed to catch a few museum exhibits, run through Golden Gate park, catch up with some friends who just had a new baby, and generally have some fun. Incidentally, I was asked on three separate occasions for directions. Of course, even if I did live there, I am totally the last person to ever ask for directions. And also? I discovered that I lurve cosmojitos. One word: yum. What wasn't so great? My long run the next day.

Apparently this is the year for snow in Texas!  A record breaking 12.5’’ of snow fell over Dallas on Thursday, which left everything blanketed white.  Unfortunately, DRG and I were like hundreds of thousands other individuals who lost power for more than 48 hours due to the snow storm...luckily we were able to escape to Mom & Dad’s after realizing that the power was going to be out much longer than we anticipated.  (One night with no power was enough!) 

Of course, Bella Bear loved the snow!  She just wanted to stay out in all day long, sniffing it, licking it, digging in it...she couldn't seem to get enough! 

DRG hit a pothole on Loop 12, resulting in a major blowout. Thanks to VW Roadside Assistance, he was quickly back on the road again; however, he is now in need of a new tire. When his Jetta was purchased we included the “Tires for Life” program...which went bankrupt. (Bad stuff this economy, I tell you.) The below conversation, ensued due to this event as we were going to sleep last night.

DRG: So, VW wants $300 for the tire, and that includes the 20% discount that they are offering because of the whole Tires for Life program debacle.

EKG: Hmm-mm....

DRG: Same tire, with better warranty from Discount Tire, $200.

EKG: I see. Well, I guess VW won't be getting that business. Hey, you know you might as well replace both front tires and then just use the extra tire as your spare.

DRG: Oh, yeah that might be a good idea. But wouldn't I have to purchase another wheel too?

Things quickly got out of hand here...

EKG: No. You'd just use the full size spare tire. That way you don't have to worry about staying under 45 mph.

DRG: Says the woman who doesn't know how to change a tire???

EKG: Hey, I'm just sayin', Daddy thinks it better to have a full size spare than a donut.

DRG: But what would I put the spare tire on?

EKG: The wheel.

DRG: {Becoming very exasperated.} Look at me, I need to explain this you.  

EKG: No, I don't want to know about this stuff. Its like the garbage disposal: not of interest to me & something that I expect or pay others to take care of, period.

DRG: Fine {getting out of bed & putting on his robe/slippers} we are going outside to look at this, so you can tell me what you see.

EKG: Absolutely not.

DRG: {Grabbing the flashlight from the hall closet and looking down the hallway to EKG} Come on, Miss Know-It-All.

EKG: Not happening. Its cold & snowing out there.

DRG: {Comes into bedroom & pulls back the covers} Now.

EKG: {Pulls covers back up and rolls over.} I give. You are the master of the universe, and expert in this area.

DRG: {Exhibits caveman behavior and forcibly pulls EKG out of bed stalking to the front door and outside where he deposits her beside car...there is lots of screaming.} What do you see on that tire? What is that black thing?

EKG: A wheel?

DRG: {Moving to opened trunk where the destroyed tire/wheel is at.} And what do you see on this tire?

EKG: A wheel. So you see, I was right, you would just move the wheel over.

DRG: No. Not on the side of the road. Not all that feasible Lizzy.

EKG: {Storming inside.} So, you see I was right along.

DRG: {Laughing} Who was right?

EKG: {Pretending like she is going to lock DRG out of the house.} I am. Like always.

DRG: {More laughing as he pushes the door open.} Okay, sure thing.

EKG: Good night.

Early last week I received an email alert that Bob Harper (of Biggest Loser fame) was coming to my gym in Dallas, as part of a new fitness video that he was working on...and I was invited to work out with him! I was totally stoked & of course, because they indicated that space was limited I immediately signed up, hoping that the workout would be so awesome that I would want to die in a puddle of my own sweat. (Does that make me a sicko? Perhaps. I accept that.)

After calling an confirming that I wanted to reserve my spot, I was informed that it was by invite only (despite the mass email) and to arrive ready for the camera. Um, hold the phone yo. I agreed to work out with the fitness maven and approximately 20 others, NOT plus camera man/men. Despite my claims to be sweat free, when I work out I become a sweaty nasty girl. (Keep your dirty thoughts to yourself, m'kay.)

So, come workout day, because of the cameras, I broke some of own gym rules. One, I put concerted effort into my gym outfit. Two, I wore makeup. Of course by then end of it (90 minutes), I was dripping wet & praying for death as my quads were shaking. Wearing a smile.

Now I am just hoping that I don't make any of the cuts for this video...but I did get some “feedback” from the folks saying that my “hilarious” commentary was definitely something they hadn't seen before. Apparently, yelling back to Mr. Harper “bring it!” “that's all you've got” & “I got this yo!” is considered funny... especially as I was clearly demonstrating my lack of upper body strength. {I just wanted some workout advice in general from Mr. Harper...which I did get, thankyouverymuch.}

The Jersey Shore. I have been downright rubberneckin' over that show since I saw the opening credits. I don't care how much you want to compare it to The Real World, this show is unique. Now, I know that I am clearly not alone in this, as they are talking about bringing it back for a second season, and the show has become a cultural phenomenon (see that DRG? that's me, making it possible for you to get all the cultural references that you might hear!). For those of you in question of what makes this show so...um, enlightening, allow me to share with you some of what I found to be hysterical quotes (verbatim):

• You can hate on me all you want to, but what can you possibly say to somebody that looks like Rambo, pretty much, with his shirt off.
• I'm a bartender.  I do like great things.
• Tall, completely jacked, steroids, like, multiple growth hormones ... that's the type I'm attracted to.
• I'm not trashy, unless I drink too much.
• The only thing we care about is gettin' girls and going to the gym.
• I'm not a guido. I'm a guidette.
• We're probably gonna have to chill with them at least three times before anybody hooks up. They're nice girls ... they're not, like, whores.
• You better be hittin' the gym and if you're not hittin' the gym for like an hour or so, you know, you may have a problem. Okay, cause I'm at the gym for like an hour-and-a-half... ya know? Workin' on my fitness.
• He's a really good guy. That's the kind of guy I need in my life. I think his name is Ron.
• When I hear the music, I start fist-pumping, I start dancing, I'm pulling girls on stage and now... Vinny came out to play baby
• Everybody at the Shore definitely knows The Situation. As far as I know, everybody loves The Situation, and if you don't love The Situation, I'm gonna make you love The Situation.
• I was born and raised a guido. It's just a lifestyle. It's being Italian, it's representing, family, friends, tanning, gel ... everything
• We’re beatin’-up-the-beat, that’s what we say when we’re doing our fist pump. First, we start off by banging the ground, we’re banging it as the beat builds ‘cause that beat’s hittin’ us so we’re fightin’ back, it’s like we beat up that beat.
• G.T.L. baby. Gym, Tanning, Laundry.

I knew the Jersey Shore was a different place just from MattMan, who has a wild impersonation about a dude from Jersey that led to an entire Navy football team *almost* getting into some serious trouble in San Diego...but really? Watching this show, says it all.   

• Forcing him to watch Gossip Girl.  One episode after another after another. Replete with my running commentary of all things Chuck Bass.
• When finding out that he's never seen Bring it On! - giving him a good 30 minute synopsis of the plot.  (And I ask you, how on earth is that even possible given the fact that we have known each other for 7 years?!?!)  Including a live demonstration of "Jazz Fingers!" After he's already begged indifference.
• Blaring Lady Gaga's "Bad Romance" and other questionable musical choices for my personal dance party.  (Usually reserved for when DRG is out of town.)

Have you caught the theme of what's been going down in the Glover household? Oh yes, its been a girly infused couple of days.  & I'm not the least bit ashamed of the amount of crazy I have spread around.


PS - Before you going feeling sorry for DRG, I did go see The Book of Eli with him this weekend.  & it was most assuredly NOT a chick flick.  

While getting into bed after a long day, at approximately 11:30 pm CST, EKG notices that DRG is reaching under the covers, and then sees a pair of socks go flying across the room.

EKG: What are you doing?

DRG: Taking off my socks...

EKG: But its cold! You should sleep with your socks on, like me. {Pointing to the wool socks on her feet.}

DRG: That's how you get athlete's foot. You know your feet sweat & and then blamo! fungus.

EKG: I don't sweat. I'm a princess fairy made out of sugar.

DRG: Yeah....I've done some laundry lately that tells a different story.*

EKG: {GASP!} Gym clothes don't count!  Its a totally different scenario!  

DRG: Funny because I almost thought you had used one of your workout tops to dry off your car at the car wash! I pulled it from the bottom of the pile & it was STILL soaking wet! Care to talk about that sweating issue again?

EKG: {Feigning Indignation} You are mean. I'm telling my brothers on you.

DRG: {Laughing} Good night Lizzy.

EKG: Wait, I want a good night kiss.

*After a major meltdown, it was agreed that DRG had to start doing some things around the house to help. A load of laundry a week was agreed upon. A load of laundry that he can't shrink or destroy, which generally equals gym clothes.