It's been a while...

Well... it's pretty crazy how time can pass by quicker than you think. I was giving Sara a hard time about never updating her blog, and here I am, a few 'events' behind. Let's see.. what did you miss...

1. Thanksgiving. Not that special. Claire was super sick, and I forgot my camera at my parents house so I never got around to posting pictures. Of course there was excellent food, fabulous family (to hang out with) and we received these super cool blankets from my cousin Genalee. (Go to the Garate blog to see a photo.)

2. Christmas Decorating. Again, not that special. I opted to use a 4 1/2 foot tree that sits on top of a table. No, it isn't real, but from the outside of the house you'd think that it was 'full size'. We'll probably have Bob pick up a 'real' tree from Longs and stick it outside by the front door. That's what we've done in years past (okay, so only two other times) and it works out pretty good. With Claire moving around so much (and trying to pull herself up) I figure that a full size tree in the house is WAY more trouble than it's worth. I'm actually pretty happy with this set up. We can put gifts on the table and I don't have to teach Claire the meaning of 'No Touch'. I can save that for another glorious day.

3. My Birthday. Not bad, but not that special either. HAHA. I mean, I turned 32 and I feel like I'm REALLY an adult now. (in the 'old' sense of the word) Bob and I went to Reno for one of his continuing education classes/my birthday (but mostly his continuing education class) and once we got up there I realized that I forgot my ID, and credit cards. I had taken them out of my purse when I was using a smaller one earlier in the week. Anyway, I was slightly freaking out about being in the casino (while he's in class) and not having my ID and getting kicked out and me not having any place to go while he's learning about diabetes. Bob just looked at me and said, 'I don't think you have anything to worry about.' Hmmmm. I guess what he's really trying to say is 'You don't look like you're under 21, and no-one is going to mistake you for a teenager or ask for your ID so I think you're making a big deal out of nothing.' Of course I prefer his 'gentler' version. Maybe what he really meant was 'You're so stunningly beautiful that all the casino workers will be too intimidated to ask you if you're actually old enough to be gambling'. Yeah... I think I like that one best. To be honest, I did have this little plan in my mind that if by some chance some-one DID ask for my ID I was going to act like I couldn't speak english.

Okay, one more casino story and then I'll shut up. When we checked in The Peppermill (yes, I know you're all jealous right now) Raelin at the counter was giving us 'tips' as she was also a self proclaimed VIP gambler there. She said that we should sign up for a players card and then bill everything to your room. When you're playing slots, use your card, and then before you check-out go to the information booth and ask what you're eligibility is for comps. She said, it doesn't matter how MUCH you spend, it's how LONG you play, and to 'take it from her, because she's VIP'. So Bob and I go to a decently expensive steak dinner, which was decent - not great, but decent, and then we start to gamble. Bob's super tired and he has to get to registration for his class at 7:30am. So I say that I'll take one for the team and keep gambling so we can get our comps, because obviously I won't have time to gamble in the morning before we check-out since I'll more than likely be sleeping. Anyway, to make a long story short, I gamble until 3am, only to find out the next day that our comps equal $13. Yeah. That was TOTALLY worth my time. Thanks Raelin, you're the best! Good news, is I made $100. So I'm cool with it.

The best part of my birthday was going swing dancing. There's a place in downtown Sac that has dancing on Friday nights with free lessons. So the Garates and a few other couples all went down for a night of fun. And honestly, it WAS pretty fun! For those of you who remember, I used to be really into swing dancing back in the day. I think it was at least 8 years ago since I went dancing last. No joke. Well, there was this guy there (think mid-50's) that was really good and I knew my 'style' of dancing would work with his, so I asked him to dance. It was great to see that some of the moves came back. I would say like 'riding a bicycle' but I really stink at riding bikes, and I'd like to think I was half-way decent that night. Anyway, it inspired me to get 'back into it' and I think Bob and I will end up taking lessons. Bob actually is a natural. (at least I think so!) Its also a great cardio workout. As soon as the second song started I thought my heart was going to explode. But I survived.

Okay, enough babble. I'll post pictures soon. Of what, I have no idea.