Is It OK (Morally) for an Art Thief to be a Godmother?


Yesterday, I had already packed my blender ball shaker and grass, so I actually had a normal breakfast. Fresh green juice, and then about an hour later, the leftover couscous with peas, mint, and lettuce I made earlier in the week.

I had a great lunch with AC and the baby at Kincaid’s. I had a large maple salad and a side of roasted cauliflower. Both very good. And some Malbec!

For dinner, we went out to Costa Azul for a quick Mexican meal. It was insanely crowded, but not bad. Not the best Mexican place in the area, but it’s very close, and that was the goal.


I went for a run around 9am. I knew I had to go…that it would be my last opportunity until Sunday…but I really didn’t want to.

I convinced myself that if I just headed out, I’d be fine. I’d find my mojo and enjoy it. Besides, I didn’t have to do the full 5 mi. I could do half, or go for time instead. Anything just to get out the door.

I wish I could say I enjoyed it, or that I found my groove. I didn’t. I had zero energy, and it pretty much sucked. I squeezed out a 40 minute jog (can’t even call it a run), and will honestly say that I was highly disappointed. With being in Vegas all week and being relegated to the treadmill, I really wanted an amazing outdoor adventure, ugh.


As stressed out and negative as Thursday was, Friday was the opposite.

I picked up a couple new tops at the mall that I needed (okay….wanted).

During lunch with AC, she asked me to be baby E’s Godmother. I’m pretty sure I squealed and got teary. Of course I said yes! He’s going to be such a spoiled little boy! I’m pretty sure I get to steal him and his older brother and sister for Memorial Day weekend when AC and her hubby go to a wedding out of state.

I also became an art thief (which my husband thinks is pretty hot). My daughter’s big art show ended today, and all the students had to have their pieces out of the gallery this morning. In order to have her’s and her friend’s pieces up the entire time, I agreed to pick them up Friday in the late afternoon. Problem is, A forgot to give me their claim tickets, proving the work was theirs. I ended up going into the gallery, taking the two pieces off the wall, and then pretty much sprinting out the door before anyone can stop me. So if you see me on America’s Most Wanted, now you’ll know why.

My husband has surprised me by scheduling some spa time at my resort this afternoon. I’ll be getting an hour long massage at 2 in Vegas, just a few hours after I land. He actually asked the spa staff if the hottest guy there could do it! Silly man…he’d have to fly out with me to do it himself if he wanted that! He’s so absolutely amazing.

Well, there are 3 1/2 hrs left of this flight. I’m going to FaceTime with my family, watch a movie, and try to enjoy it as much as possible. My next post will be from Vegas baby!

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I am a 45 yo busy career single mom and doctoral student attempting to find her inner athlete, be a gluten-free(ish)Β vegan, and find a way to balance it all without going crazy! I love to cook, read, run, box, do yoga, dance, travel, and learn as many new things as I can - which often gets me in trouble.... I am passionate about life in general, and if I didn't write about it, I'd probably implode.

One thought on “Is It OK (Morally) for an Art Thief to be a Godmother?

  1. I was in Vegas a copule of times for workshops during the past few months, and Red Velvet and Go Raw were a great lifeline for delicious meals. Fortunately, many of the workshop participants were raw and/or vegan, and those who weren’t were open minded and enjoyed experimenting with new foods. Lots of carpools traveled from the Strip to the restaurants. -jack

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