7 things about me

Meleah asked me to write 7 interesting things about myself. So here goes.

1. When I was little I had a lazy eye. I was supposed to wear a patch over the good eye to help the bad one get stronger, but for some reason my mom decided that rather than buying an actual eye patch, she'd use gauze and duct tape. So attractive.

2. My family's home burned down twice. The first time I was the one who started the fire. I had a new cardboard playhouse that we had just gotten for Christmas. I had the bright idea that I would use my parents' cigarette lighter to just light a little flame on the window and then blow it out, for fun. That doesn't work with cardboard. The second time was my sister's fault. And my parents actually still love us both. And allow us in their home.

3. When my now husband and I were 15 years old, we were nominated for Homecoming King and Queen. He was Mr. Popularity, and I was just newly dating him, so they picked me because it'd be "cute" I think.

4. When I was a freshman in high school, my history teacher was making jokes about women being in the Olympics and how they could only do synchronized swimming. He was just teasing, but I got an attitude and walked out of class. A bunch of other girls followed me, but then the teacher came out in the hall and demanded everyone get back in class. Everyone else turned around, but I marched down to the office and told the secretary that I wasn't going back into class because my teacher was making chauvinistic jokes. I sat in the office the whole hour. That teacher never liked me after that.

5. I can't whistle or wink.

6. I will never invite people over for dinner. It is SO stressful for me. I can't stand the pressure of having to have something done at a certain time, of worrying whether or not they'll like the food, of worrying that I'll burn or under cook the food, trying to make conversation during the meal, talking too much so people can't eat because they're busy responding to me, possible awkward silence, and on and on. It's too much pressure. I love to have people over for games and snacks though.

7. I peel my toenails down as short as I can get them without making them bleed. You can hardly tell that I even have a toenail on my pinkie toe.

The bane of my existence

"Doodlebops." This is the most annoying show to come on TV since Teletubbies. I'd sit and watch a Barney marathon instead of watching this junk. Everything about them annoys me, from their stupid hair to their stupid outfits to their dancing and the tone of their voices. And now this is Roman's favorite show. Lord have mercy!

Happy Birthday to me

It's my birthday today. I'm 30 years old now, but I'm not freaking out. I'm aging gracefully. Okay, I can only say that because I already had my "early-life crisis" when I turned 25. And then again when I was 28. For some reason 25 made me feel old, as I figured now I had to round UP to 30, and also the insurance companies didn't even regard me as young and reckless anymore. Traumatic. Twenty-eight was 10 year reunion time, and that freaked me out because I started asking myself "What have I done in the last 10 years that's noteworthy?" and I came up with nothing. But I was mistaken, and I figured that out after a while. Being a good wife and a good mother to 3 children IS noteworthy, even though much of modern society may not think so. So now I'm 30, and I'm A-okay with it. I'm happy with who I am and what my life has turned out like so far. Grateful to be old enough to have learned a few things, but still young enough that I can learn lots more. Yep, 30 is alright with me.

Now these two wrinkles that seem to have suddenly appeared on my forehead are another matter altogether....

Sniffle, sniffle

I'm sick. I'm a little cranky. And I've got lots of snot. Sort of like this-

Mass Christmas Letter? check

We're traveling for Christmas this year so I have been in a frenzy trying to get all the things on my list checked off so we can be ready to go on the 17th.

1. shopping for gifts, check


2. buy a gift for the gift-exchange at a party I'm attending, check


3. put up decorations, check


4. assembled the tree (actually I delegated that to my husband), check (fake tree, save the Earth people!!)


5. addressed all the Christmas card envelopes, check


6. write the year-end-what's-been-happening-in-our-family-I-don't-have-the-time-to-tell-you-all-individually letter, check

Regarding #6, I know that much fun is made of these types of mass mailings at Christmas-time, but I actually really enjoy getting the letters and hearing about what's happening in others' lives. Makes me feel like I kind-of still know these people who I only speak to once a year via Christmas card. And I hope that by reading our letters they'll feel like they kind-of still know us too. I'm sentimental like that.

Movin' up in the world

Yesterday we had a high class Thanksgiving. Yessiree, no more white trash Thanksgivings for us. We're movin' up in the world, as evidenced by my new gravy boat.

new high class gravy boat

old white trash gravy boat

Now that I'm high class, I've decided that it would be bad for my image to socialize with non-high class, ugly-gravy-boat-owning people. I will be taking applications for my new social circle for a limited period of time. Please submit your requests along with gravy boat pictures to highclasssheyenne@pleaseletmebeyourfriend.com

Thank you and good day.

I AM THE CHAMPION!

Gabby and I went on a date last night to Gattiland. We ate pizza and then went to play games. We played this game where you stand on a pad and there's light bands all around you and they light up like a jumprope swinging. Gabby and I both played, AND I WIPED THE FLOOR WITH HER! That's right people. I beat my (almost) 9 year old daughter, who regularly plays jumprope. Me. The (almost) 30 year old woman. I still got it folks. I....still....GOT IT! Enjoy my new theme song.(Music player's on the right) I put it up so all of you could revel in my glory. (I'm a giver.)

Dogs, frogs, and fairies

Just a little helpful advice. If the look you are trying to achieve with your front yard is "classy", "sophisticated", or "not ugly", then please don't include dog, frog, or fairy lawn ornaments. Or those cutouts that look like a ladies behind bending over. This will not achieve your purposes.

(If you are a little old man or lady you are exempted from this. Everything you do is cute.)

Santa's first mistake

What do you do when you find the perfect gift for your daughter online, such as this delightful little Polly Pocket Triple Decker Bus , and you order it because you know she'll love it, and then you happen to be walking through the toy store and she happens to pick it up while she's looking for toys she likes, sees it, and then tosses it quickly back onto the shelf and says, "YUCK!" ???

Stressed

I am giving a talk on Sunday. This was supposed to be the easiest talk of my life because 1. it only has to be 10 minutes long, and 2. it's on tithing, which is something I actually know and have a testimony about and have lots of personal experiences that I could share.

So what in the world is wrong with me? I have been at my desk off and on for the last 4 hours tonight, and that's not including the time I took to take notes last night from various sources. I finally have something put together that HOPEFULLY is 10 minutes long and HOPEFULLY is what the bishopric was aiming for, but I still don't feel completely at peace about it. Yes, I have prayed about what I should say and which direction my talk should go. Multiple times. But I'm gettin' NOTHING. Usually I struggle a little at the beginning and then once I get over that initial hump the rest just sort of flows. Not this time. I'm wondering if this is the stupor of thought that you're supposed to get when you're not making the right decision, or if this is Heavenly Father keeping me on pins and needles until that last possible moment when I think that he's really not going to help me this time, and then at the latest possible moment when I've almost given up hope he comes through and I get some great inspiration. Hopefully it's the latter. PLEASE be the latter.

Community service

I love doing community service. And I'm not referring to the "I broke the law and now I'm being punished" kind of community service. (Which I've never had to do by the way. But my husband has! Go on. Ask him!) No, I'm talking about the kind that involves actually doing something for other people in the community who will benefit from and appreciate my work. Last night I went with a group of women from my church to prepare a senior center and adjoining preschool to be painted. We just took stuff off of walls, and then did some taping and priming. This type of work is not something I normally enjoy, but there's something about doing it for someone else that just makes it feel like it's not work at all, and I feel happy to do it. Grateful for the opportunity in fact.
Tomorrow my town is having a "Family Volunteer Day" where the actual painting of these areas will be done, along with beautification of a garden at the senior center and a playground area for the day care. They're also having an area where you can assemble care packages for the firefighters and policemen to give to people. I originally signed my daughter and I up to do the care packages, but now I'm emotionally invested in the senior center and preschool where we did the work, so I think I'm going to help out there instead. Whatever we end up doing, I'm just really excited, and I'm hoping my daughter will catch the bug too.

I'd like to invite everyone who reads this blog, (and lives locally of course) to come and help out as well. I guarantee if you come you'll be glad you did. The work will be going on from 9am-noon, and then we can sit down and have a picnic and I think they're having some cartoon characters there and a moonwalk for the kiddos. All ages from 2 on up are welcome. Here's all the information you need. Hope to see you there!



Registration will begin at 8:30am in the Allen R. Baca parking lot located at 301 W. Bagdad on the side of bldg. #2 (see map below)
If it is raining, registration will be inside the Baca center.

Don’t forget to bring:
-lunches in a cooler for the family picnic (leave in car- lunch will be at 12:30pm)
-a blanket for your family to sit on
-any personal tools that you would like to bring (rakes, hand shovels, gloves etc.) make sure they are labeled with your name on them.

Don’t forget to wear:
-Comfortable clothing that can get dirty
-Closed toed shoes
-layers in case it’s cool
-Sunscreen

- All projects are in or across the street of the Baca Center .

Parents: We want everyone to have a safe and fun experience so please remember that children must be supervised at all times.

Thank you for being willing to serve your community!

Sincerely,

Round Rock Volunteer Center Staff

Poop ice cream anyone?

Ice-cream shaped like faeces is ready to be served at the Modern Toilet diner in the Shilin district in Taipei November 9, 2007. All 100 seats in the crowded diner are made from toilet bowls, not chairs. Sink faucets and gender-coded "WC" signs appear throughout the three-storey facility, one of 12 in an island-wide chain of eateries with a toilet theme. Picture taken November 9, 2007. REUTERS/Nicky Loh (TAIWAN)


As ridiculous and disgusting as this is, I'm quite sure I'd like to go there. Just to be able to take pictures and talk about it later. And I guess this is China, so if people only go one time for the novelty of it, you'd still never run out of customers.

I wonder if they serve Mountain Dew in toilet shaped cups too? I'm lickin' my lips just thinking about it. Aren't you?

I'm mean

People, I like to just tell it how it is. I do not understand why we have to play little nicey-nice games so no ones feelings get hurt and everyone feels all warm and fuzzy inside. WHY? Why do I have to play along? Can't I just tell you that I think you're shallow for owning a $300 purse, and I don't buy your story about "quality and workmanship", and then we can still be friends? Or that I don't support your decision to get breast implants/liposuction/a face-lift because I think women are worth more than what's on the outside and we really need to learn to value ourselves and stop perpetuating this ridiculous and unrealistic idea of what women should look like? Or that I don't want to babysit your kids just because I'm a stay-at-home mom? Or that I don't want to be pressured to order stuff from your at-home sales party? Or that I think your multi-level marketing job is a scam and I can't believe that you're buying into that crap, AND that you want me to buy into it too? Can't I just say that and then we can still be friends, because you're confident enough that my opinion won't crush you and you won't assume I don't like you just because I don't wholeheartedly agree with every decision you make and you'll respect me for just giving you my honest opinion?

No?

Well, (sigh), it was worth a try.

No speako Es-pan-ol

Okay, I have a Hispanic last name because I'm married to a wonderful/handsome/funny (are you reading this babe?) man whose family is from Argentina. But I am 100% white girl , and I can't even say my own last name with the emphasis in the right parts like it should be, so it's kind of amusing/annoying when I open my mail and inside are Spanish language advertisements and magazines from companies who just assume (or hope, maybe) that I speak Spanish. Or telemarketers call me and say "Hola Senora _____!." Then I end up saying, "Uhhhhhhhhhhh, no speaka Es-pan-ol", because I get flustered when someone unexpectedly talks to me in Spanish and I don't have time to think of the right way to say it. Oh well, if I said it the right way they might not believe me, which has happened a couple of times in person actually. They try to tell me, "See? You do speak a little," and then I pinch my thumb and pointer finger together as small as possible while I say "muy, muy poquito" as in, "please don't speak any more Spanish to me. I might vaguely understand what you are saying, but I have very little chance of responding without making a fool out of myself." So believe me people. No -speaka- Eth-pon-yol. Comb-pren-day? Moo-ee bee-en.

I love my gramma!

My grandma just had a birthday and I thought after the fact that I wished I would have written her a message on here. But like I said, it was after the fact, and I thought, well, I missed the big day. But it doesn't have to be my grandma's birthday to tell her how great she is, so I'm just gonna go on with it! I haven't seen her in person in a long time (she lives in Montana and I live in Texas), so most of these things have to do with when I was little, but they are more meaningful to me now then they were then anyway. :D

So grandma, here are (a few) of the things I love about you:

1. the smell of your house- just brings back memories
2. you would always give us lots of spoons and empty margarine tubs to go dig in the dirt
3. you always had juicy fruit gum for us
4. you remembered my birthday every year, and sent a little money until I got so old you'd almost go broke!
5. you let me eat frozen blueberries
6. you gave me little candy hearts at valentine's day
7. you spent time with me
8. you still have the pictures I drew you when I was in 1st grade
9. you secretly salvaged my treasured jewelery box after the house fire, refinished it, and gave it to me for Christmas
10. you told me stories about your life and family
11. you're always glad to talk to me
12. you feed and love all the stray cats at your house, even if they won't let you touch them
13. you give good hugs (and kisses!)
14. you let me and my sisters sleep over, and bought us those little individual boxes of cereal so we could all pick just what we liked
15. you call me just to talk
16. when I wanted to look at ALL your photos you dug them up from hidden away places
17. you love to play games
18. I love the way you and grandpa would argue over what was going to happen next in the soap opera you watched together - SO funny!
19. you take the time to email me even though you have to hunt and peck the keys
20. you send me webpages that you think I'll enjoy
21. you tell me stories about funny things I did when I was little
22. you're favorite color is red, just like mine
23. you laugh with me
24. you love me

I love you Grandma Tillie!

Are you Jesus?

Okay, I am not one to get all sentimental over those cheesy email forwards that people share, but this story I really liked, probably because I've been thinking a lot about this particular subject lately in regards to my own life, and the kind of person I'd like to be. This last year I set a goal to run triathlons, which I worked really hard on and I feel like I accomplished something I could be proud of. It built me up. This year, I'm setting a goal to reach out more to others, and to try to be of service whenever I can, in the hopes that I can have a hand in building others up, and showing them a small part of the love that our Heavenly Father has for them. Sometimes we think that we are small and can't make a difference, but I think it's the small things that can make the biggest difference.

Author Unknown

A few years ago a group of salesmen went to a regional sales convention in Chicago. They had assured their wives that they would be home in plenty of time for Friday night's dinner. In their rush, with tickets and briefcases, one of these salesmen inadvertently kicked over a table which held a display of apples. Apples flew everywhere. Without stopping or looking back, they all managed to reach the plane in time for their nearly missed boarding.
ALL BUT ONE !!! He paused, took a deep breath, got in touch with his feelings, and experienced a twinge of compassion for the girl whose apple stand had been overturned. He told his buddies to go on without him, waved good-bye, told one of them to call his wife when they arrived at their home destination and explain his taking a later flight. Then he returned to the terminal where the apples were all over the terminal floor. He was glad he did.
The 16 year old girl was totally blind! She was softly crying, tears running down her cheeks in frustration, and at the same time helplessly groping for her spilled produce as the crowd swirled about her, no one stopping and no one to care for her plight.
The salesman knelt on the floor with her, gathered up the apples, put them back on the table and helped organize her display. As he did this, he noticed that many of them had become battered and bruised; these he set aside in another basket.
When he had finished, he pulled out his wallet and said to the girl, "Here, please take this $40 for the damage we did. Are you okay?" She nodded through her tears. He continued on with, "I hope we didn't spoil your day too badly."
As the salesman started to walk away, the bewildered blind girl called out to him, "Mister...." He paused and turned to look back into those blind eyes. She continued, "Are you Jesus?"
He stopped in mid-stride, and he wondered. Then slowly he made his way to catch the later flight with that question burning and bouncing about in his soul: "Are you Jesus?" Do people mistake you for Jesus?
That's our Destiny, is it not? To be so much like Jesus that people cannot tell the difference as we live and interact with a world that is blind to His love, life and grace.
If we claim to know Him, we should live, walk and act as He would. Knowing Him is more than simply quoting Scripture and going to church.
It's actually living the Word as life unfolds day to day.
You are the apple of His eye even though we, too, have been bruised by a fall. He stopped what He was doing and picked you and me up on a hill called Calvary and paid in full for our damaged fruit.

Cookies and my own fat-er-ness

So the cookies are here (along with 3 pecan tartlets and a carmel apple pie), and I feel no guilt over ordering these things. I've polished off one tartlet and 2 cookies already with a glass of milk. No guilt at all. Yet, I wish there was. I have reached my "threshold weight", which is a number on the scale that once I see it I am supposed to say, "Get ahold of yourself, woman!", and put an immediate stop to the behavior that will cause me to cross that threshold. But this time the shouting in my head is half-hearted; just a monotone (think Ben Stine-ish voice here) "stop. no. don't." Now I'm thinking more along the lines of, there are worse things than being chubby.

Like not eating cookies.

Heavenly messenger

It's 7:26 right now and I am anxiously awaiting a knock at my door that is supposed to come around 7:30.... ish. Just a liiiiiitttttllllleeee longer to wait. And when that long awaited knock comes I'll joyfully prance down the stairs as if running through a meadow of wildflowers to land in the arms of my true love. I'll open the door to that heavenly messenger and bright light will shine from above and angels will sing their chorus, and I will fall to my knees in humble thanks. The long awaited moment will have arrived.

The cookie delivery

Hark! Me heareth yonder doorbell ring! The COOKIES! The COOKIES are here! Alas, I must depart.....

Anatomy

"Hey Mom, see these wrinkles in your wrist? That's your
karkuls. I mean, your meta-karkuls. My PE teacher told me."

I think something got lost in translation....

Selective organization

These are my daughter's crayon boxes. Little crayons all lined up in rows. She also likes to sort buttons by color and shape, and sort coins by their types.

This is her room.

Selective organization

You break it you buy it

You see this book? I own it. And I only paid the the low, low price of $29.99, even though the back of the cover clearly states that the price is $21.99, which was one thing I pointed out to the unforgiving librarian that I stared down today. I also pointed out that the pages that I spilled water on were completely dry now, so in fact, I was quite sure they wouldn't mold as she said they would. Also, I pointed out that the $8.00 processing fee she was charging me on top of the full cover price of the book was absolutely ridiculous, but she was hearing none of that. My repeating of my stance and continued sighing did nothing to change her mind either. So I am now the proud owner of this book. It's got some really great advice in it. Anyone interested in learning how to invest in stocks? I'll sell it to you for the low, low price of $29.99.

Woe is me....(gimme a break!)

Gabriella: "Mom, you are so mean! You made us walk home today in the freezing cold and I didn't have a jacket! It was like 70 degrees out there!"

Me: "Boohoohooo. Waa."

Blessed

I Love to run. I love to feel my heart pumping, the stride of my legs, the rhythm of my feet hitting the ground. It makes me feel Strong and Powerful and ALIVE. And frequently, it leads me into prayer. Not standard prayer, where you set out to say it and there's an opening and middle and end of conversation, but a deep stirring song from my heart sent straight up to heaven. The gratitude I feel for my blessings at these times is so strong and true, and it humbles me to recognize all the Lord has done for me. I am so thankful to the Lord for giving me a strong body. I'm thankful for the breeze in my face, the sun shining down on me, the air I breathe. I'm thankful that he leads and lifts me up in life. I'm thankful for the potential I feel inside of me. I'm thankful for being able to recognize my blessings. There's so much more in my heart that I can't fully express through writing, but I just wanted to say "Thank you Lord. Thank you."

My son is 2

No, it's not Roman's birthday today. This is just what I say to myself to explain the actions of my naughty/mischievous/adorable/did I say Naughty? little boy.

These are just from today:

Dario: "What's that on your finger, Roman?"

Roman: -silence-

Dario: "What IS that on your finger?"

Roman: -silence-

Dario: "What is this?" picks the thing off Roman's finger

Roman: "It's my booger."

Me: "Roman, be quiet. We're in church."

Roman: screams, cries, whines

Me: "Roman, you need to shush or we'll have to go to time out."

Roman: cries and whines some more

Me: "Okay, time out." take him outside and sit him down against the wall.

Roman: whines and cries over and over "I'll be nice Mommy, I'll be nice. Mommy I'll be nice. Mommy, mommy, I'll be nice."

Me: ignores him and doesn't make eye contact

Roman: "Mommy, I'll be nice. I'll be nice, Mommy. Mommy I'll be ni-i-i-ce."

Me: still ignoring

Roman: "Mommy, I'll..." draws entire arm back "...BE..." SMACK! "...NICE!!"

Tonight, out of the blue while he looks at me from across the counter.

"Mommy? Can you give me fitty bucks? I need some bucks."

The Circus

Yesterday me and the kids went to the circus. (Dario opted out and I actually was okay with it because I'm cheap and I thought "Hey, that saves me $14!" Yes, I'm that cheap, but that's a WHOLE 'nother blog!) I was all excited to write about it and post my awesome pictures of the kids riding the elephant and all the cool circus acts. But then my dreams were crushed, for when I took out the camera to take only my 2nd picture, it read "Battery exhausted". I tried and tried to coax out another picture, but it really was exhausted. MAN!
The circus itself was really entertaining, although I was conflicted with a couple of the acts. I really enjoy the clowns and the people acts like trapeze, and motorcycle guy, and human cannon guy, and I really enjoy animal acts with domesticated animals like dogs, but the tigers and the elephants performing are hard for me to watch. On the one hand, it's neat to see them do tricks, but on the other hand, I know that they do not want to be there and I feel guilty for supporting that kind of treatment with my money. And I know it's completely hypocritical for me to say that and then pay to let my kids get on the elephant.
So yes, I enjoy it, but I have a sense of guilt afterward. Kinda the way I feel for shopping at Walmart. As of yet though, the guilt hasn't kept me away from the low, low prices of Walmart, and I'm quite sure this won't be my last circus.

Disgusting habits

I read an article yesterday about a politician in Australia who was caught on tape picking his earwax and then eating it. That is SO gross! Here's the video, in case you think you'd really like to see someone eat their own earwax. http://www.aolvideoblog.com/2007/11/01/politician-eats-earwax/
That got me thinking about disgusting habits, which then got me to thinking that I've got a few disgusting habits of my own which if caught on tape would likely cause spectators to remark, "That is SO gross!". Then I thought, "Hey, maybe I should list those disgusting habits for all the world to see." Good idea, eh? So here they are:


1. I am a nose picker. Yup, you heard me. I do not eat the proceeds however.

2. I fart in front of my family with no shame. Actually, if I'm in the mood, I try to make it as loud as possible.

3. When I have a cold and I'm all stuffy, I hock lugies, super loud too. (How do you spell lugie? loogie? loogy?) Snot.

4. I like to pop zits. When my husband has a good one, I actually beg him to let me do it.


So there are some of my disgusting habits. I bet you've got a few too.

(Note to self: come up with super long list of cool stuff about me to offset the visuals that people are now getting. Make stuff up if you have to.)

Questionable meat

Tonight I was super hungry so this is what I made for dinner:

1. beef roast

2. pork roast

3. 5 lbs. of ground beef

4. a ham

5. 15 chicken breasts cooked in the crock pot

6. 5 lbs. of bite sized chunks of chicken cooked with a little olive oil

7. 10 boiled chicken breasts

8. 12 hot pockets

9. artichoke chicken

Okay, I wasn't really that hungry, but I did indeed cook all these things. Why, you ask? Because my #$%^&* freezer went out and every single piece of meat in it thawed. Probably less than 2 months ago I lost all my meat when the breaker flipped and it thawed out(but not completely) and I gave it all away to people who could use it. I JUST replenished it all, and now the freezer is just broken. I couldn't bear to lose all that meat again, so I cooked all the stuff that wasn't completely luke warm. I think (hope?) that it'll be okay, but it is definitely "questionable".

I didn't want to make my kids be the guinea pigs to see if the meat was okay, so I fed them something else while I ate some of the artichoke chicken tonight. As I was eating I started to feel my stomach swirling, but it was my hypochondria acting up, not actually salmonella poisoning. So no vomit yet. Keep your fingers crossed that I make it through the night....

This is my fridge stuffed to overflowing with all that meat. Now I just have to figure out what to do with it.

Trick or Treat!

Yesterday was Halloween. It was a really busy day, but SO much fun. Roman and I went to Gabriella's school to hear her and her classmates read spooky stories that they had written. The teacher turned the lights out and the kids sat next to a lamp and read their stories. It was really cute.

Later on it was time to trick-or-treat. Roman was a skunk, Dario dressed as Frankenstein, and Gabriella was an old lady.

We started at around 6:20 and trick-or-treated all night until 8:30. The kids had so much fun, especially Roman, who was so excited that he was running everywhere and tripped multiple times, spilling his whole bucket of candy each time. Lots of people got a kick out of his costume. (I'm sure that wasn't influenced by the cute little face inside it....) I thought Roman would be the first one of the kids to get tired and want to go home, but it turned out that he had more stamina than anyone, and he wanted to keep going even when we finally came home. I could have gone all night. I enjoy trick-or-treating even more than the kids I think. They ended up with SO much candy. (Great for me because I can eat all the candy I want and they don't even notice a dent in it! Not so great for my thighs however....sigh...) It was a great night.