American Idol Conspiracy Theory

I'm in Arizona again this week. Home away from home. In the past week, I have only slept in my own bed one day. Last weekend, we went to Seattle to see the Red Sox series of games, which was awesome but extended my travels. I will have to reintroduce myself to the kids when I get home.

I had dinner with an old friend here this week and he has an interesting American Idol conspiracy theory that he shared with me on Monday, two days before the finale. He is convinced that the whole thing is rigged. I was a couple of beers into it, so bear with me while I try to repeat it. It goes something like this:

He was convinced that Kris would win because he could only sell CD's if he won. Adam had to make the top 2 to avoid controversy. So, it was ok that Gokey had to go at number 3 because he will still sell CD's and have a career. This has happened over the past as well. Basically, it is all about the record producers selling the maximum number of CD's.

He actually may be on to something. I have another theory and it was that after Adam heard the "winning" song, he did not want that to be his first single and he begged everyone he knew to vote for Kris. How bad is that song?

Happy Mother's Day

This is the letter I received from Taylor today:

Dear Momma,

Good morning!  Happy Mother's Day!  When are they going to make a kid's day?  Nevermind.  Thank you for giving birth to me.  I love life.  I've really never thanked you about that.

Also, I just wanted you to know how proud of I am of you for doing triathlons.  I go to school and brag all the time about having a tri-athlete as a mom.  I've very happy about the amount of money Team in Training raises for the Leukemia and Lymphoma Society.  Just think of all the people you've helped.

Momma, thanks for getting me to do Seussical Jr.  If you hadn't been there, I wouldn't be a bird girl, and that would stink.  Thank you for being there for me and pushing me along (Literally).  Just kidding.

Love,

Sugarfoot (aka)

Taylor Mae

I've created a monster

I have a big meeting today where I will wear a suit, but don't really need to get dressed up yet to take Tay to school.  So, I throw on a pair of shorts, t-shirt, and tennis shoes.  Hair in a pony.  Hey, I showered.

Taylor comes in the room and looks at me and says, "Your outfit just screams Target." 

Nice.

This is the same child that when she was 7, and we were in Australia, came into the room while I was getting ready for work.  It was 4:00 in the morning, but she was up because it took awhile for everyone to get adjusted to the time difference.  I woke up really early so I could drive to work when no one else was on the road.  It was SOOOOO scary driving.  Wrong side of the road and wrong side of the car.  Anyway, she comes in all sleepy, rubs her little eyes, lifts her head up from my feet to my eyes very slowly, and says, "You aren't going to wear that, are you?" 

You might think it is mean, but the little thing doesn't have a mean bone in her body.  The sad truth is that she's right.  Fifty percent of my outfit was from Target, and it was time to lose the tight skirt.  All those years of nagging her about her clothes are blowing up in my face!

Could my life be any more boring?

I'm not complaining about my boring life, but it's hard to write a blog when there is nothing going on.  My pool heater pump broke. See how exciting?  I was thinking about washing the exterior windows since it was hard to see out of them, but found someone else to do it.  Even more excitement...

I know you guys are sick of triathlon talk but I think that is where my head is at the moment.  I have another one on Saturday.  This one is not as well organized as the one a couple of weeks ago, but it is at a fancy resort.  My plan was to take the kids out of school on Friday and go to the resort and let them play in the pools and the beach.  I know, a beach in Las Vegas is creepy.  You should have to swim in it.  Big ew.  However, work always gets in the way and I have this big meeting on Friday afternoon that is completely ruining my pool plans.  We will get there eventually.  I have to check in my bike, etc.  The kids are looking forward to it, so I will try to carbo load by the pool.  Hmmmm, eating a bunch of carbs in my swimsuit.  Something not computing here.

Krys, Ginny, Fred, and Jaye are also coming in this weekend.  Not the greatest timing with the tri but it will be great to see everyone and we have a pool day scheduled on Sunday.  What a great way to spend Mother's Day. 

Will do another recap of the race on Saturday.  I know you are thrilled.  Your life can't possibly be as boring as mine.

Must be something in the air

My friend from Vegas, Terri, was crossing the border by car today from Canada to the U.S.  She has an interesting conversation with the Border Patrol agent that went like this:

Border Patrol:  How much cash do you have in the car?

Terri:  About a 1/2 tank.

Border Patrol:  You have cash in your tank?

Terri:  Cash?  I thought you said Gas.

He let her through in spite of herself.  Now, Terri is not related to Maxine so it must be something in the valley air that is clogging our ears.  Couldn't be age.

Expense Reports

I spent most of the day yesterday doing my expense reports for the past month.  Oh, I know that if I did them weekly, it wouldn't be such a huge task.  It first starts with digging through all my bags looking for crumpled receipts, then trying to navigate the incredibly complicated form provided by my company.  When you entertain someone, you have to provide their name, title, company, whether it was dinner, lunch, breakfast, or drinks.  Oh, and the last thing is what was actually discussed during the entertaining.  I had a quick chuckle last night remembering some of the conversations while I was watering these guys during the trade show.  So, on the form under business discussed, should I put down what was truly discussed?  If I recall, two guys were talking about how one of my competitors let these guys suck her toes.  Is that what they are after?

The Maxine Gene

Robert:  Looks like the Craigslist killer is on suicide watch.  They found shoelace marks around his neck.  His fiancee said...

Me (interrupting): Beyonce?  What does Beyonce have to do with any of this?  I think it is so irritating when celebrities inject their opinion into every issue.

Robert:  Beyonce?  I said fiancee, Grandma. 

Me:  Oh.  Sorry.

 

Sometimes, I think I'm a pretty smart chick.  Sometimes, the Maxine gene comes roaring in and I look like a total idiot.