A Broken Heart And Blood Doping

Just returned from Breckenridge grungy, still on Mountain time, surely 10lbs heavier, shins bruised, laundry up to here, one hurt Lollycakes heart in need of mending, one broken lamp courtesy of the cleaning lady and, finally, ohhh finally, after a week of altitude sickness, enough hemoglobin to actually function. Be back tomorrow after I tend to Lolly and replacing said lamp without raising any Mint.com flags...

Kindness of that extra hemoglobin that's gonna give me morning workout oomph. Nuthin' like a li'l blood doping to get ya back on the Insanity wagon in style...XXOO

The Price Of Salt Air

We left the beach at noon yesterday and didn't roll into G'wich til well after 7pm. And, lemme tell ya, it was a looooong car ride that was particularly hard on Lolly...

Our li'l Leels prefers not to stray too far from her creature comforts like her shared arugula salad with Mummy every night...

Mobile litter facilities and a sloshing water bowl don't quite cut the mustard with her Highness. But, we made it home safe, even if a smidge less sound, and more importantly, we have arugula...

Kindness of Pilgie and Lolly for being brave li'l troopers under such duress. Ahhh, the price we're willing to pay just for a whiff of that salt air, right Ti-Babes? XXOO

Sunday Stacks

I had hoped to spend my Sunday leisurely perusing stacks like this...

And, this...

But, after a long weekend of holiday travel, the only stacks on my immediate horizon seem to be of the ironing...

And, to-do list nature.  Looks like I may have to call for reinforcements...

Anyone? Pilgie? Lolly? chirp chirp chirp...

Kindness of any other gluttons for Beachbody's Insanity torture in the G'wich area who'd like some early morn company for their workout misery. Seems I've also got a li'l stack of unwanted pounds accumulating that needs immediate attention. Anyone? Anyone? XXOO

Why Oh Why Did I Fire The Maid?

A long week of late night tapings and a jam packed weekend of fun with overnight guests, and we're pooped...

I'm actually feigning complete exhaustion cuz Mummy's looking for volunteers since the cleaning lady cancelled at the eleventh hour...

Let Lolly do it since she enjoys cleaning so much. Besides, (whispers behind paw) maybe it'll help them work off all the pain au chocolat they inhaled this weekend...

Kindness of Lolly for not only always being Mama's helper but, for also suggesting it only fair that I get to put my unused cleaning lady money towards a massage. That's my li'l pain au chocolate sharing girlfriend...XXOO  

That'll Teach Me

Mere seconds after I sent this pic text to Babe of General Hah-nah-nin-nah-non (term of endearment du jour) giving his best salesman pose perched on one of the garden stools that accompanied me home from a li'l shopping excursion to Westport earlier today, there came a loud POP from the street and then blackness...

Guess that was the Universe letting me the General know it didn't appreciate my his attempt to hustle a distracted Daddy at his business dinz.  Welp, at least with the lights out he won't be able to inspect the price tags upon his arrival home...

Kindness of Daddy for buying the Ti-Babes their perches so they can see out the windows and stop using Mummy's desk as a daybed. And, everyone else for excusing the low quality pic in this last minute post due to the outage. That, and my priority shift to making sure Rachel Zoe still gets DVR'd...XXOO

Soft Return

Welp, Babe's vacay is over and, sighhh mine's just beginning. Tonight I've traded in 5 full ball hoppers worth of tennis played in 100% humidity for hours obsessively pinning on Pinterest...

Whomever came up with the idea for virtual memo boards is a geeeniousss...

I've remembered small items from long forgotten wish lists...

And, item's from lists Babe wishes were long forgotten...

And, of course, the items he has to look forward to in the queue...

I've reawakened the should I go Gwynnie short again beast...

Annnd kick started the I ate too much junk this weekend guilt machine. Merci beaucoup Pinterest and Elle McP for reminding me of the looming Monday morn Insanity punishment that awaits my naughty self. Til then it's back to pinning in the AC. Sans my tennis skirt...

Kindness of Kristen at Summer in Newport for the tutorial on adding the Pinterest "pin it" to my tool bar. Now all lust items are a mere click away. And, ole RIP Maxminimus for the Benz pic I lifted a few weeks ago. I'll give ya (yeah, YA!) a ride. But, mostly Babe for a great week with our li'l fam. I miss you already Dil. Blinded by sweat in my eyes while tennis balls coming zippin' past me in searing heat, ahhhh not so much...XXOO

Better Late Than Never...

Been trying since last night to load video of my crushing defeat in the plank event of the Cully Comps with zero success. Guess losing doesn't sit well with my filmed self either...

I'll continue to work on it over the weekend right alongside working on my kip up...

Another event resulting in bitter defeat...

Oh, I'll be back. You hear that Melissa?

Kindness of any techie out there that could enlighten me as to why some people can see the videos I've posted this past week and others can not. And, why blogger would be giving me a problem with loading. Besides the fact that it too hates seeing documentation of my losses...XXOO

Extra Long Weekend

Still indulging...

Kindness of everyone for allowing me to extend my holiday just a weeeensie bit longer. Trust me, the only thing you're missing is a whole lotta belly aching about how much junk I ate and how many workouts I missed. I'll reserve that pleasure for Babe. He says, groooaaan...XXOO

Penance Monday

Welp. Babe's back in Greenwich and we're back on the penance train after a weekend filled with a whole lotta indulging and little else...

The only workouts I even thought about doing were the after dinz to DQ hustle...

And, the eating vs melting race always held with my DQ soft serve cone. I lost...

There was uncharacteristic workout ditchin' and lazin' about pour moi...

Although, très characteristic workout ditchin' and lazin' for others..

At least some of us managed to keep the soft serve off our mitts...

Kindness of the bff, who has been MIA for the past two weeks of morning workouts, for joining us for one last Insanity hurrah before she packs up her beach bags and says adieu to the beach for the summer. That "sick" card has no value left at this establishment Missy...XXOO

Playin' Hooky Tennis

Was too pretty an evening to sit in front of the computer writing so I loaded up the whip with my tennis gear...

Threw up what Babe calls my, (insert thick LI accent) Jo-EEE! from the pool hall, stub of a ponytail and hit the courts with my sister...

'Twas the perfect night for tennis with the full Strawberry Moon juuust starting to reveal it's June glory. Now, please excuse me while I go wash the Har-Tru dust off my ankles...

Kindness of Babe who will spring for some much needed lessons at Bethany Beach Tennis with Bobby Hushhhh. Of course, I'll be needing new tennis duds. And, all my balls were pretty flat. May also wanna join a league. But, at least I won't be online shopping! XXOO

T.R. In Da House

Is it Monday already?

When I'm this tired I have a habit of referring to myself as Tired McGryyyerd. Babe has lovingly shortened it to just T.R. and, let me tell ya, T.R. is in da house tonight...

It may wholly partly be due to the fact that Babe feels obligated to pack a gazillion bike rides into his très short weekends; I bike ride alongside him in my jammies sipping tea during his 4 mile runs...we bike ride to pick up lunch...we bike ride at sunset...we bike ride at dusk...we bike ride after getting off the beach...

On the Bright Turquoise side; all that bike riding helped ease these weekend pizza/Milk Duds/Fractured Prune donut eatin' thighs into my new 80's flashback J. Brands...

But, the Bike Nazi is NYC bound so the coast is clear for this T.R. and the Ti R-Babes to crawl into bed early and start resting up for next weekend...

Kindness of Babe who will remind me to take my scissors along in my Nantucket Bike Basket during the next leg of our Tour de Fenwick so at least I can do some Hydrangea thieving during these mandatory rides. Pshaw, like some one's gonna question a crazy girl on a bike in her jammies cutting flowers from random bushes...XXOO

Friday The 13th Indeed!

Sure was Friday the 13th around here! Badly cut my middle finger on a tin can, sat around twiddling my thumbs (and injured digit) waiting for the mail to deliver the Chloe and Reece dress Kimba overnighted me to borrow for Babe's grandfather's funeral which, of course, didn't arrive til an hour after I left town, annnd blogger shut down losing all of Thursday's post and most of Fridays...

Not sure if I'm up and running again, so we thought we'd keep it short and sweet til we know for sure. Gives us an excuse to crawl into bed early and finally read May's Town & Country with the juicy Stephanie Seymour article. Hope to see you AND my missing posts in the morning...

Kindness of Kimba for killing herself to get me her lovely funeral appropriate dress even though I ended up in my black J. Crew trousers which caused a bad allergic reaction from the dry cleaning fluid. I'm just now emerging from my weekend long Benadryl coma...XXOO

Road Trippin' In The New Whip

Babe and I left bright and early Friday morning for our inaugural road trip to Greenwich in the new whip...

We returned Sunday evening to a not so warm reception from you know who...

And, you know who apparently spent the three days Mummy and Daddy we were gallivanting 'round the Gold Coast of Connecticut schooling Lolly on the art of the cold shoulder...

We vehemently deny any manipulation on our part and are offended at such an accusation. And, what's up with the lockjaw???

Kindness of the Ti-Babes who will hopefully materialize on my pillow sometime around the 3am witching hour to smother me in kisses to let me know all is forgiven. Until the T. Anthony's come out again...XXOO

Gone To Ground

We're in hiding...

In hiding from Mummy's Mummy who keeps Skyping to see if she's booked her flight to Mexico after promising to do so daily for months, Emma who keeps texting to see if she's activated the iPhone she's been sitting on for a week and gathering dust emails from Jessica of The Love List who is giving her blog a mini face lift and patiently waiting for some dialogue...

We were in hiding from the bff's daily phone calls holding our feet to the did you work out today fire...

But, she found us and, alas, the workouts have resumed...

It's not like we've been laying around eating Girl Scout cookies all day. Okay, the part about not eating Girl Scout cookies isn't true but, I swear we've been eating them sitting up! We've just gotten a smidge behind in everything but, have grand delusions plans for getting eeeverything tied up this week. Just give us a few more days in the bag...

Kindness of the bff Kimba and Babe for gently, but firmly, coaxing me back into my workout routine. I think the Butt Police over at Camp Maxminimus had begun to smell Thin Mint blood in the water...XXOO

Dispatch From The Road

It's been a crazy couple of days and it ain't over yet. It started with karma slinging a sleepless night my way for infecting Hilbils with my flu. So much for my sister and I escorting the girls back to school with a 6am start. More like, all of us up helping a très sick Hilly til 5am and a 24 hour delay in hitting the road. Sooo, an alarm clock reset followed by Greenvulle, Columbia and a brief respite in Charlotte til we hit the road again trying to outrun mother nature...

Babe's been keeping my exhausted spirits up with boatloads of incoming pic texts and dispatches from home...

Ohhh, what I'd give to be curled up in a ball asleep...

Kindness of the bff Kimba for hosting us tonight at Casa Howlin. Although, not sure if it actually counts as a "night" with Mother Nature forcing a 3am checkout...XXOO

Home Again, Home Again, Jiggity Jig...

Mummy's taking a day to recoup after making the 10 plus hour drive home from Kiawah, SC by herself. Daddy gave her the short end of the travel stick when he decided at the last minute to fly to NYC from Charleston...

But, he made up for it by buying her a li'l something at Ralph Lauren annnd the bowl she was eying at her favorite King Street antiques store...

Mummy thought it would be perfect for holding Christmas cards but, I think it better suited as a nap nest..

Kindness of Daddy, Kimba and Bryan for rallying after competing in a très wet, cold half marathon to take Mummy into Charleston to try and cheer her up since she had been sidelined by her injury. Mummy would've gladly traded all the loot just to be able to run with ya'll...XXOO