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Take my hand, off to never-never land!
Dec. 18th, 2007 08:24 pmMerry almost-Christmas, everyone! We're back from Asheville with a load of presents and a couple of days before it's once more into the breach on St. Nicholas' Day with my family. After six days absence, the cat and surprisingly, the lovebirds, seemed to miss us. The budgies, of course, didn't care. Victoria got a felt mouse and some cat grass, and the lovies got a piece of junk mail to destroy. Everyone is happy. I am very happy to be done with flying for awhile. Mike and I visited the Build-a-Bear Workshop in Greenville and built Kepler, a very studious young bear with jeans, a t-shirt of the solar system, and glasses. He rode with me on the plane to protect me from turbulence. It worked pretty well, at least we did not crash.
We took extra suitcases on the trip with us, to account for shopping and presents. One entire suitcase on the trip home was filled with presents and groceries. I took advantage of the wonderful stores in Asheville and my wonderful MIL's largesse to stock up on infused oils and exciting varieties of salsa. When all was said and done, I was transporting about fifteen glass bottles and jars. I wrapped them all individually in newspaper, packed them in amongst Mike's new clothes and our other gifts (We got a Tomtom! We know where we're going now!), and then filled every empty space in the suitcase with more newspaper to keep things from shifting around. It was a very elaborate affair, and really quite heavy. I made Mike stand on the scale with it to make sure we came in under the requisite fifty pounds (barely).
It must have also looked dash interesting on the suitcase X-Ray machine, since when I got home and opened the suitcase, it was to discover one of those TSA "O Hai!" placards, that tell you they've searched your bag. I had to laugh at the probable dismay of whoever opened that suitcase to see the three layers of wadded up newspaper covering couscous, a Tomtom box, a bunch of clothes in plastic wrappers, and so many individually-wrapped newspaper mummies. Nothing broke, and I really didn't see much evidence of anything being unwrapped and redone. I have a sneaking suspicion that they may have thrown up their hands and tossed the card in. They also checked two of our three other bags, the ones that were obviously part of the same luggage set as the oddball. Wonder what they thought of my Magic Wand. Heh, c'est la vie.
Anyway, I started Weight Watchers a couple weeks ago, which has been interesting. I lost a little bit my first week, then had this week where we were eating one or two meals a day in restaurants, and nothing in the house was fat free except the unsalted plain rice cakes that were bought for my diet food. Pleh. I still tried to be very good, and I was certainly much, MUCH better than I would've been otherwise. I'm going to weigh in tomorrow, so we'll see how that went. I know it's going to be a slow process, but I have to do something before none of my clothes fit. I'm doing most of my venting on their forums, so I don't bore anyone else senseless with diet talk. I shall report back when milestones are reached. For now, there is shopping with gift cards to be done.
We took extra suitcases on the trip with us, to account for shopping and presents. One entire suitcase on the trip home was filled with presents and groceries. I took advantage of the wonderful stores in Asheville and my wonderful MIL's largesse to stock up on infused oils and exciting varieties of salsa. When all was said and done, I was transporting about fifteen glass bottles and jars. I wrapped them all individually in newspaper, packed them in amongst Mike's new clothes and our other gifts (We got a Tomtom! We know where we're going now!), and then filled every empty space in the suitcase with more newspaper to keep things from shifting around. It was a very elaborate affair, and really quite heavy. I made Mike stand on the scale with it to make sure we came in under the requisite fifty pounds (barely).
It must have also looked dash interesting on the suitcase X-Ray machine, since when I got home and opened the suitcase, it was to discover one of those TSA "O Hai!" placards, that tell you they've searched your bag. I had to laugh at the probable dismay of whoever opened that suitcase to see the three layers of wadded up newspaper covering couscous, a Tomtom box, a bunch of clothes in plastic wrappers, and so many individually-wrapped newspaper mummies. Nothing broke, and I really didn't see much evidence of anything being unwrapped and redone. I have a sneaking suspicion that they may have thrown up their hands and tossed the card in. They also checked two of our three other bags, the ones that were obviously part of the same luggage set as the oddball. Wonder what they thought of my Magic Wand. Heh, c'est la vie.
Anyway, I started Weight Watchers a couple weeks ago, which has been interesting. I lost a little bit my first week, then had this week where we were eating one or two meals a day in restaurants, and nothing in the house was fat free except the unsalted plain rice cakes that were bought for my diet food. Pleh. I still tried to be very good, and I was certainly much, MUCH better than I would've been otherwise. I'm going to weigh in tomorrow, so we'll see how that went. I know it's going to be a slow process, but I have to do something before none of my clothes fit. I'm doing most of my venting on their forums, so I don't bore anyone else senseless with diet talk. I shall report back when milestones are reached. For now, there is shopping with gift cards to be done.
