Nipping MaryJane

Last week I was perusing the plant section at the depot with my niece when we came across catnip. She said I should plant some for the orangies. Apparently I was at a weak moment and I purchased 2 catnip plants and some cat grass too. 

Cat grass…..as in grass for cats to eat. Not grass made out of cats. {Whew}

Within 15 minutes of planting the greens Maisy (I refer to her as 'the crotchety' one) was all over the catnip.

Here's the proof:

She was drooling and rolling all over ONE leaf~~ heaven!

Later I caught her eating some of the grass. Wow~~instant entertainment for the felines and ME!

Hey, Cocoa----you're not a cat!

On Saturday we had a full house….someone saw the catnip and said: 

You know what that smells like, don't you?

Me: No? What? as I picked a leaf, squished it and INHALED...my brain was instantly transferred to any of the thousands of concerts I've attended.  

That smell?? More MaryJane than anything cat like. 

No wonder Maisy was drooling and chillaxing….then of course she had the munchies! 

On the upside, her glaucoma has improved greatly. 

I might need to purchase a one way ticket to Colorado for my old crotchety one; this made her less crotchety!

XOXO

Our friend Carlos, Superbowl and Elevator anxiety

 While planning our Vegas get-away,  the Coach purchased tickets to see Carlos Santana perform at the House Of Blues for Saturday night.

We had a beautiful dinner in the Foundation room prior to the show.

 What a night! What a show! SO much fun. Carlos Santana is still a great performer, showman, musician. (66 years old???)

You might have heard this little ditty a time or two:

Don and I might have been separated from the wolf pack late in the night--(anyone watch hangover 1?) but luckily someone found us and guided us back to our sweet suite.
I was surprised to NOT wake up next to Mike Tyson on Sunday morning.

Our Sunday morning was spent repenting the sins from the night before at the House of Blues Sunday Gospel Brunch. So fun….lovely music.

10 minutes later we were at the casino. So much for repenting….heathens.

For Superbowl we rented a party room at the top of the Madalay Bay. {foundation room} I think it's  on the 61st floor…..have I mentioned that this is the trip where I realized I have ELEVATOR ANXIETY???

More on that later. This was a fun event. We had our own personal wait staff….no really, she was a nice girl. She had to dress like that for the job….not that Don or the Coach noticed!

BOYS!!!

Twas a fun time for all involved. Oh, and there was a football game going on. Did you know???

Ok, I think I'm done with talking about Vegas.
Three posts….that's all I can do. I'm exhausted!

About that elevator anxiety…. it's a real thing! (for me)

Happy VD!

XOXOXO

Living {almost} Like The Prez

We had a fabulous suite for our weekend in Vegas. Our friend Heather finagled the hook-up of hook-ups at the seasons of Four. We are talking a super duper Suite deal. 

The suite was 1700 square feet. I could not believe the size of it. Can you believe they offered us the Presidential suite prior to this….the nice young lady at reception: "The Presidential suite is a better size, at 2200 square feet." 

We inquired as to what Presidents have stayed here. She just giggled, so I'm assuming it was Clinton. 

When we got in the elevator I said to the Coach: "She must know you are the President of your company and that you were once the President of the Girls Little League softball. "

I sat at the dining room table for 10 minutes, but not one waiter showed up so I moved on.

The reason for the suite was for all eight of us to have a 'meeting spot.' (poor photo)

We had a kitchen with a full size fridge. You know, for all our beer, wine, water, juice. 

There was even an office off the entryway. We felt the need to pull people in every once in a while and give them a good 'talking' to…

"Listen, I know you're doing your best, but I think we have to let you go…."

The closet was so large, I recall napping in there right after I was fired.
The company was going in a 'different direction'. 

I think the Coach is about to get fired by Don; that smile will soon fade. 

Yes, we are thirteen years old. Never mind the fact that most of the group hires and fires in real life….

I was fascinated by the dining room light. 

Yes, I'm usually fascinated by sparkly things. 

We lived large for a few days….so much fun that my face still hurts.
Don't you know, I still want that sparkly round ball of light. I think it would look great in my closet.
Of course, I'll need a dimmer to use during nap time. 

The most tolerant city on the planet

We had a fantastic time in Vegas. (Yes, most of you figured it out---smarties YOU are)

I'll share some highlights and photos soon. 

FYI: Suz almost always wins. The Coach almost always loses more than Suz wins. So, as a family, we are losers. 

Travel delays are always fun, aren't they? We had a "layover" in Houston, TX on the way home.
It ended up taking us 36 hours to get from Vegas to Florida. And we didn't even fly into the airport that we left from….we flew into Tampa, rented a car and drove to our airport to get our car out of prison.
Airline issues, weather issues.
Could always be worse, so I'm not complaining. 

Houston is a city I would not have minded visiting...you know, I was picturing Urban Cowboy. *Where is that hunky Johnny T*

Well, we didn't get so much Urban Cowboy as we got semi decent mall,  airport motel and The Jack In The Box. Yes, A Jack in THE Box. 

I recommend the strawberry milkshake.

At least we had our recent memories of Vegas to make us smile. 

Overlooking the strip at the Mandarin Oriental Bar. Yes, that is man nipple. 

In case you are wondering, I refrained from getting a tattoo.
This time.