For a chick who doesn't like the cold, I loooooooooooved my trip to Banff! Total relaxation with girlfriends and 100% stress free. Now, as official tree huggers, it's time to put the log in travelog!
Day one: I arrived late so we just had time for some shopping in town. Did I mention that town looks like an alpine village? Yodel - Ay - EEE - Oooo
The mountains are everywhere! The next day, we went to yoga (ahhhhh, finally) where the mountains greeted us from the windows of the studio. Then we went for a two hour hike on the Fenland Trail along this stream . . .
. . . to the Vermilion Lakes. Did I mention that it was cold? And that we were gone for two hours? It was so amazing.
I'm getting my days mixed up but I'm pretty sure we went for cocktails (I had a pear martini with cranberries floating in it!) and dinner at the Banff Springs Hotel that night. Sher was priddy.
On Day 3, my girlfriend Margaroo and I drove to Lake Louise. We stopped on the way to avoid hitting an elk. (My first elk sighting! Ever!)
At Lake Louise, we stopped to take pictures of the lake and glacier. Please note the mountain on the left . . .
Why? Because we climbed it. We didn't mean to, it just happened when we began following a path that we assumed (incorrectly) wound around the lake. On the way, we were greeted by a friendly woodsman and his wife whose hair was covered in frost and frozen to her face. He warned us of grizzly bears, told us to make a lot of noise but shared that the climb would be worth it.
He was right. The searing pain in the lungs. The way-too-many-to-count stops to catch our breath. The stunning frost covered hair that I would also acquire. All worth it for this view.
As true women of the wild (also known as idiots), we decided to take the path less traveled on our descent. We went down the side of the mountain where we followed a thin, thin track made by possibly two other non-outdoorsy morons. We could have tumbled to our deaths at any moment. At times we slid on our butts to avoid catapulting off an embankment. Yep, sher was priddy.
For Day 4 we have no pictures because we spent the entire day, eight hours!, at the Banff Springs Hotel Spa. We went to yoga (again!), got massages, swam in the lap pool, swam in the outdoors heated pool, went in/out of hot tubs (there were four or five all heated at different temps), rested in the steam room, rested in the dry sauna, rested in the eucalyptus inhalation room, rested and ate lunch in the "relaxation room," and went for a dip in the indoor mineral pool. So indulgent.
On Day 5, my last day, we drove to Invermere, British Columbia. Here we went to the hot springs, of course, where the waters are hot on one side and simply warm on the other.This is the simply warm side.
Since we were at a lower elevation, there was less snow on the ground here but, yikes, there was indeed ice on the deck (as I clearly remember because I had to stand on it to take the above picture).
And, lo and behold, the lifeguards were wearing sweatpants! Yes, sweatpants! Clearly not the best location for a scantily clad David Hasselhoff sighting.
On our way home, we stopped to enjoy the view. Wow, more mountains! Who knew? The only picture we did not take was of the "avalanche warning" sign.
Lastly, we paused briefly over the continental divide. I was in the back seat (i.e., west coast) and Margaret and Brian were in the front seat (i.e., east coast).
Alas, all good things must come to an end. For a brief moment in time, I had heaps of fun in the frigid air of Canada with my girlfriends from Australia and awesome Canadian hubby/kids!
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Tuesday, November 15, 2011
Thursday, November 10, 2011
Mountain Mama
Just got back from a glorious trip to Banff where I stayed at a friend's home on the corner of Elk and Squirrel. Seriously. You can't make this stuff up. (There's also Beaver and Cougar but they don't intersect.)
More on my life as a wild mountaineering woman later. For now, I simply bring you Elk and Squirrel.
More on my life as a wild mountaineering woman later. For now, I simply bring you Elk and Squirrel.
Friday, September 9, 2011
Sign Sign Everywhere a Sign
On our trip, we encountered two signs that I wish I had snapped pictures of (yeah, another pesky dangling preposition):
(1) "Back by popular demand: fried bologna biscuits" (Shining brightly in front of a vile Hardees somewhere near a real-life, Deliverance-like, hellhole in VA)
(2) "Antique tables made daily" (another VA gem)
The good news? I found the latter online. And, in an odd twist of fate, I think we actually own one.
(1) "Back by popular demand: fried bologna biscuits" (Shining brightly in front of a vile Hardees somewhere near a real-life, Deliverance-like, hellhole in VA)
(2) "Antique tables made daily" (another VA gem)
The good news? I found the latter online. And, in an odd twist of fate, I think we actually own one.
Monday, September 5, 2011
Summer Vacation: Stop #5
Our final stop on Summer Vacation 2011 was spent at a beautiful resort in the mountains of PA: the Bedford Springs Hotel. It turned out to be a great place to explore. I started immediately upon check-in by heading to the tavern with Grannie and Son #2 in tow. We also found the game room with giant puzzles, chess boards, books, etc. Every room was so well appointed.
And there were little surprises hidden throughout. Nooks and crannies to escape and read a book. It had the requisite gift and pro shops but also a candy store as well as this sweet (!) ice cream and cupcake shop.
Pretty sure I could live here--especially if we could have hot chocolate for breakfast every morning!
We had the luxuriously warm, spring-fed, indoor pool to ourselves. That's me impersonating a jumbo shrimp.
Thanks to Hurricane Irene, we had the dark, overcast, outdoor pool to ourselves, as well.
Time to leave the pools, go back to the room to change and start driving home.
The only wave of "can we go now?" boredom struck as we waited for the car. Hey, that's what the large ottomans in the lobby are for, right?
Goodbye summer. Goodbye vacation.
And there were little surprises hidden throughout. Nooks and crannies to escape and read a book. It had the requisite gift and pro shops but also a candy store as well as this sweet (!) ice cream and cupcake shop.
Pretty sure I could live here--especially if we could have hot chocolate for breakfast every morning!
We had the luxuriously warm, spring-fed, indoor pool to ourselves. That's me impersonating a jumbo shrimp.
Thanks to Hurricane Irene, we had the dark, overcast, outdoor pool to ourselves, as well.
Time to leave the pools, go back to the room to change and start driving home.
The only wave of "can we go now?" boredom struck as we waited for the car. Hey, that's what the large ottomans in the lobby are for, right?
Goodbye summer. Goodbye vacation.
Friday, September 2, 2011
Summer Vacation: Stop #4
Stop #4 was not originally in our plan. It wasn't until we spent over two hours stuck in traffic on I-95 heading out of DC earlier in the week that my VA-based brother suggested we take an alternate route home and stop at their place in Charlottesville, VA. A little off-track but likely to be roughly the same length of time. Sounded good to us!
Although we didn't stay overnight, we had a wonderful afternoon visiting them, touring Thomas Jefferson's Monticello and having a bite to eat. Thanks to my bro for taking the time off for us and to both him and my sister-in-law for running around gathering necessities for our stay (e.g., air mattresses, chocolate and pop-tarts) only to realize we were motoring on.
Grannie and Aunt Sue (a.k.a. Jackie O) in front of the flowers that were stunningly gorgeous but said flowers look more like weeds on this pic from my iPhone. (But Grannie and Sue still look lovely!)
A perfect break from our long drive home!
Although we didn't stay overnight, we had a wonderful afternoon visiting them, touring Thomas Jefferson's Monticello and having a bite to eat. Thanks to my bro for taking the time off for us and to both him and my sister-in-law for running around gathering necessities for our stay (e.g., air mattresses, chocolate and pop-tarts) only to realize we were motoring on.
Grannie and Aunt Sue (a.k.a. Jackie O) in front of the flowers that were stunningly gorgeous but said flowers look more like weeds on this pic from my iPhone. (But Grannie and Sue still look lovely!)
Little man sitting outside the west front of the home wearing his new, 70s-inspired, Save the Endangered Sea Turtles t-shirt from Grannie.
A perfect break from our long drive home!
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family,
monticello,
vacation
Thursday, September 1, 2011
Summer Vacation: Stop #3 continues . . .
Our week-long stay at Ocean Isle Beach, NC was so awesome. Church on the beach. Swimming in the waaaaaarm ocean. Swimming in the pool. Renting bicycles. Relaxing. Learning about sea turtles and their nesting patterns. No pressure. No laptop. Just the chance to hang with my NC brother and his adorable family for the first time in a couple of years.
My sister-in-law found a great little condo right on the beach. Here is our backyard.
Here are some men fishing on the sound (on the other side of our condo) taken from where Grannie and I were sitting on a bench and meditating (or chatting, you decide).
So peaceful. Actually, the entire island was fairly deserted. Probably because schools in the South start earlier than those of their northern kinfolk. Possibly because of the impending hurricane. Either way, it was great.
My kids got a chance to spend time with their youngest cousin. So blinkin' cute. They also got a chance to hear his sweet lil' Southern accent and learn some new phrases of their own. "Don't you backjaw me boy."
The best part for me, other than being all snugly with the family, is always the beach.
Goodbye Ocean Isle Beach. You were very good to us.
My sister-in-law found a great little condo right on the beach. Here is our backyard.
Here are some men fishing on the sound (on the other side of our condo) taken from where Grannie and I were sitting on a bench and meditating (or chatting, you decide).
So peaceful. Actually, the entire island was fairly deserted. Probably because schools in the South start earlier than those of their northern kinfolk. Possibly because of the impending hurricane. Either way, it was great.
My kids got a chance to spend time with their youngest cousin. So blinkin' cute. They also got a chance to hear his sweet lil' Southern accent and learn some new phrases of their own. "Don't you backjaw me boy."
The best part for me, other than being all snugly with the family, is always the beach.
Goodbye Ocean Isle Beach. You were very good to us.
Wednesday, August 31, 2011
Monday, August 29, 2011
Summer Vacation: Stop #1
I didn't realize the extent of my soothsaying capabilities when I posted the pre-vacation "for tomorrow may rain so I'll follow the sun" song. Damn Irene. Based on photos of storm damage throughout Central PA (i.e., our path home), I feel like we made the right decision to come back a day earlier than planned. Sorry to my brothers, their wives and my mom who were all given the bum's rush.
Our first stop: Hershey, PA. The kids had been watching YouTube videos for weeks planning what roller coasters they wanted to ride. We got there and Son #2's face drained of all color and his lips turned grey. Maybe it was the heat; maybe it was the size of the coasters. Regardless, I did what any responsible adult would do: I let Son #1 stand on line by himself for 45 minutes and go on the Fahrenheit all alone. Is that so wrong? Son #2 chose what we thought was a mellow ride, the aptly named Wild Mouse, which we rode together and then he collapsed on the floor of the gift shop. Not to outdo myself, I then left him alone on a bench while Son #1 and I went on more rides. Mother of the Year.
Many hours and hundreds of dollars later, armed with a stuffed silver kiss named Milton and a cookbook filled with chocolate recipes, we arrived back at the hotel. The day I thought was a bust was later cited as one of the best parts of the trip. Go figure.
Where next? For travel advice, it's always best to consult a balding, newspaper-reading monkey and Milton.
Our first stop: Hershey, PA. The kids had been watching YouTube videos for weeks planning what roller coasters they wanted to ride. We got there and Son #2's face drained of all color and his lips turned grey. Maybe it was the heat; maybe it was the size of the coasters. Regardless, I did what any responsible adult would do: I let Son #1 stand on line by himself for 45 minutes and go on the Fahrenheit all alone. Is that so wrong? Son #2 chose what we thought was a mellow ride, the aptly named Wild Mouse, which we rode together and then he collapsed on the floor of the gift shop. Not to outdo myself, I then left him alone on a bench while Son #1 and I went on more rides. Mother of the Year.
Many hours and hundreds of dollars later, armed with a stuffed silver kiss named Milton and a cookbook filled with chocolate recipes, we arrived back at the hotel. The day I thought was a bust was later cited as one of the best parts of the trip. Go figure.
Where next? For travel advice, it's always best to consult a balding, newspaper-reading monkey and Milton.
Labels:
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roller coaster,
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Wednesday, August 17, 2011
I'll Follow the Sun
Goodbye work. Hello ten day vacation!
Me: This is the longest vacation I've ever taken.
Hubby: No, you went to Australia for six months.
Me: That was in 1987!
Redact. This is the longest vacation I've taken in 24 blinkin' years.
I. Cannot. Wait. A. Moment. Longer.
Me: This is the longest vacation I've ever taken.
Hubby: No, you went to Australia for six months.
Me: That was in 1987!
Redact. This is the longest vacation I've taken in 24 blinkin' years.
I. Cannot. Wait. A. Moment. Longer.
Friday, December 10, 2010
Vacation Day!
Guess where I am? *&^%$#@#$%$^%&&^%$##(*%$#@^^
It's the most wonderful time of the year
There'll be much mistletoe-ing
And CPUs will be glowing
When coworkers are near
It's the most wonderful time of the year
There'll be meetings for hosting
Strategies for toasting
And driving out in the snow
There'll be scary client stories
And tales of the glories of
vacations long, long ago
It's the most wonderful time of the year
It's the most wonderful time of the year
There'll be much mistletoe-ing
And CPUs will be glowing
When coworkers are near
It's the most wonderful time of the year
There'll be meetings for hosting
Strategies for toasting
And driving out in the snow
There'll be scary client stories
And tales of the glories of
vacations long, long ago
It's the most wonderful time of the year
Wednesday, April 28, 2010
What a Surprise
Ended my fabulous week off with a bang. A rum punch to the head. Last night of vacation spent at Thirsty's with a bunch of out-of-town friends who came in for the weekend. The last day of vacation spent on couch. Floor. Bed. Couch. Bed. Bathtub. Bed. (Never again.) But it sure was fun while it lasted . . .
Sadly, it came directly on the heels of a wonderful, full day of meditation at the Rochester Zen Center. I should have quit while ahead.
Relax. Party. Crash.
Lather. Rinse. Don't repeat.
This week: sorting through 100+ resumes to interview for a local GM position. Attending meetings. And fielding calls from a million clients (okay, maybe four) who desperately need to talk to me as theirmanagement consultant shrink. "Yes, it will get better. I promise."
Today, sunny and warm. Yesterday, however, snow. Snow in Rochester? Wow, what a surprise. How quickly summer's over.
Sadly, it came directly on the heels of a wonderful, full day of meditation at the Rochester Zen Center. I should have quit while ahead.
Relax. Party. Crash.
Lather. Rinse. Don't repeat.
This week: sorting through 100+ resumes to interview for a local GM position. Attending meetings. And fielding calls from a million clients (okay, maybe four) who desperately need to talk to me as their
Today, sunny and warm. Yesterday, however, snow. Snow in Rochester? Wow, what a surprise. How quickly summer's over.
Labels:
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life,
snow,
vacation,
work
Friday, February 19, 2010
JetBlew: The Screwquel
In addition to issuing this apology, I think the JetBlew CEO, David Neeleman, needs to go on CBS's Undercover Boss preferably as he and his family are traveling to a much-needed vacation. What better way to witness the company's immense inefficiencies firsthand?
In case he's too important to subjugate himself to a horror of that magnitude, here's my account of our trip home for his files:
Nothing in the world is perfect
Grin and bear it silently or yell into my ear
Complaints, it's my department
In case he's too important to subjugate himself to a horror of that magnitude, here's my account of our trip home for his files:
- In Barbados, the bag count on the jet differed from the count on the ground. Result: almost a two hour delay while they removed all of the bags, recounted them and placed them back on the aircraft. While I'm grateful that we didn't fly away with a bomb on the aircraft, I think that JetBlew could have taken that same time to order food for its passengers: 150 passengers * $5 sandwich = $750 goodwill. Instead, 150 passengers boarding after lunch + Doritos mix for dinner = hunger at 10:00 p.m.
- On-board, the flight attendant moved us up to the front of the plane in mid-descent to ensure we could hustle through customs and make our flight which was "delayed until 11:00 p.m." and "being held" for us (i.e., she stated that she called ahead).
- In JFK, we literally ran through the airport -- from Terminal 4 to Terminal 5 via Air Train -- with our luggage. And by "we," I mean me, my 76 year old mother and two kids ages 8 and 9. At any time of the day, this would be exhausting. At 10:00 p.m., I was worried someone would collapse.
- Because we switched terminals, we had to recheck our bags and go through security again. As we entered the security line, the woman glanced at our tickets and said, "Go to the left and run to Gate 23, they're holding the plane for you."
- No plane at Gate 23.
- "There was a gate change. Run to Gate 10; we'll call ahead to let them know you're here."
- No plane at Gate 10.
- "Try Gate 25."
- No plane at Gate 25.
- Back at Gate 23, we asked for more help and told the lady what happened.
- "It left here 15 minutes ago. No one told me to hold it." (Note: it was now 10:50 p.m. which means it wasn't really delayed until 11:00 p.m. or being held for us.)
- We then told her what we'd been through. Her question: "You dragged your luggage here? Why didn't they recheck your bags in Terminal 4?" How the hell should we know? WTF? (Everyone from our flight was running with their luggage.)
- This kind lady placed the four of us on the first flight to Rochester the following morning. "Get here by 7:30 a.m. because the lines at that time are really long. You can then relax and have Dunkin' Donuts by the gate." Good to know.
- "Would you like a hotel room or would you prefer to sleep in the airport?" Seriously? What family ranging in ages from 8 to 76 would prefer to sleep in the airport? She booked us at the Doubletree.
- Arrive at the Doubletree to discover that they have not been notified -- even though their driver came to pick us up. The woman at registration then places a number of calls to different JetBlew teams to determine if we're authorized. Time now: almost midnight. Kids: starving.
- The next morning, we arrive at JFK to discover that only I'm on the 9:25 a.m. flight and the rest of my family is booked on the 7:30 p.m. flight. Why? No one knows. So much for getting everyone up and to the terminal early. Worse yet, there's a 1:30 p.m. flight with available seats. Idiocy at its finest. Somehow we manage to get two seats on the first flight for my mom and Son #1 to get home (because he has a party to attend) and Son #2 and I spend the day in the airport. Again.
Nothing in the world is perfect
Grin and bear it silently or yell into my ear
Complaints, it's my department
Tuesday, February 16, 2010
Monday, February 15, 2010
Look Around
Minutes ago, while I was sitting poolside with the kids enjoying the music, sunshine, blue sky, banana daiquiri and sound of crashing waves, I asked them, "Look around, what do you see?"
Son #1: I look around and feel lucky.
Son #2: I look around and see happiness.
Agreed.
Son #1: I look around and feel lucky.
Son #2: I look around and see happiness.
Agreed.
Friday, February 12, 2010
Beach Bully
Only four standby seats. First four passengers on standby? US! Monkey and I started crying we were so happy.
This morning, we went to the beach where they were flying yellow "caution" flags. One big wave came and knocked us all down. I landed on Son #2.
"They should have the red flag out. Danger: could be tackled by mama."
This morning, we went to the beach where they were flying yellow "caution" flags. One big wave came and knocked us all down. I landed on Son #2.
"They should have the red flag out. Danger: could be tackled by mama."
Wednesday, February 10, 2010
JetBlew It
Yeah, I know: snowstorms screw up flights. But I've discovered that the chaos can be severely compounded. Take JetBlew, for example. Just prior to this storm that overtook the East coast, they upgraded their computer system which resulted in a planned outage. Seriously? In this day and age with testing, up/downtime statistics, sandboxes, etc.?
So here's what has happened so far on our "vacation":
In other words, without partnerships or reciprocal agreements, if your flight is canceled, you're SOL. They don't even suggest placing you with another carrier; they just ruin your vacation.
One guy next to me on line this morning was freaking out because he attempted to fly out last night and they wouldn't put him on the flight. They were asking for $450 because he was confirmed on today's flight. This morning, his flight was canceled and they couldn't rebook him until next Tuesday. I thought he was going to pummel someone.
The JetBlew woman who was handling him was curt and borderline nasty. "There's nothing we can do about the weather." (Aside, other carriers including Delta, American and Japan Air were still flying international. We could hear planes flying overhead throughout the day as we were stranded.)
She's right but a little compassion would go a long way.
I need a hug. And a suntan. Instead, my mom, kids and I are probably heading back to Rochester tomorrow filled with dashed hopes.
United breaks guitars. JetBlew breaks hearts.
So here's what has happened so far on our "vacation":
- JetBlew changed our confirmation number due to the system change but never communicated the change. We could not log in to confirm: call #1
- Even the new JetBlew confirmation number shows an error on the online system (i.e., states that it doesn't match my last name) and my TrueBlew number says that I have no upcoming flights: call #2
- JetBlew canceled our flight out of the Roch so I scrambled to leave work, took the kids out of school and checked into a hotel in sunny Jamaica, NY: call #3 (due to high call volumes, we cannot handle your call at this time) and call #4 (40 minute wait time)
- Awoke early to discover that our flight to Barbados this morning was preemptively canceled -- long before the snow even dusted the ground: call #5 during which I was on hold for over an hour as I walked through the hotel, waited for the airport shuttle, took the shuttle and finally hung up as I entered the airport
- At the airport was told (with a straight face) that tomorrow's flight was fully booked and that the next flight with any availability was the 16th (i.e., the day before we come home). Huh? And there's nothing anyone can do?
- My new friend Dany must have been thinking "This'll get rid of her" as he told me to call JetBlew after noon to see if they opened new flights for tomorrow. If so, maybe we could get on one.
- Called at 1:00 p.m. to see if they opened new flights, held for 40 more minutes and the lady basically laughed at me. She said, "I've never heard that one. Someone told you that?" She then said that my best bet would be to get on the standby list. Where? Oh yeah, gotta go back to the airport for that at least 24 hours before the flight (i.e., exactly when I was at the airport last time)
- Back to the airport for me where I stood by the counter for 2 hours and 48 minutes while the entire staff tried to figure out the new computer system. First they could only get me on standby. Then they could get only my mom and kids on standby and I was kicked off. Nothing would work. It took six people almost three hours to figure it out. As far as I know, we're on standby. Standby on a full flight that's likely to be canceled, as well.
- Wait, six people all helping little ole me? Why yes because there were probably 30 JetBlew staff members standing around doing nothing in an empty terminal while thousands of people were on interminable hold with their call centers. Talk about poor resource allocation.
- Interminable hold you say? Why yes and listening to on-hold messages like "Take a Vacation!"
In other words, without partnerships or reciprocal agreements, if your flight is canceled, you're SOL. They don't even suggest placing you with another carrier; they just ruin your vacation.
One guy next to me on line this morning was freaking out because he attempted to fly out last night and they wouldn't put him on the flight. They were asking for $450 because he was confirmed on today's flight. This morning, his flight was canceled and they couldn't rebook him until next Tuesday. I thought he was going to pummel someone.
The JetBlew woman who was handling him was curt and borderline nasty. "There's nothing we can do about the weather." (Aside, other carriers including Delta, American and Japan Air were still flying international. We could hear planes flying overhead throughout the day as we were stranded.)
She's right but a little compassion would go a long way.
I need a hug. And a suntan. Instead, my mom, kids and I are probably heading back to Rochester tomorrow filled with dashed hopes.
United breaks guitars. JetBlew breaks hearts.
Tuesday, February 9, 2010
Prayers Selfish Prayers
I woke up super early this a.m. and, instead of going to the gym, decided at the very last minute to pack for vacation tomorrow. I felt convicted to go to Bible study tonight and start my vacation off right.
Instead, our flight to NYC was canceled for tomorrow and we're re-booked on a flight this afternoon. Hello urgent rush. Laptop backup. Financial proformas, income statements, balance sheets, graphs, working capital, cash flow analysis on hold . . . carry laptop? Do in hotel?
So I have two prayers:
1) Thank you God for insisting that I pack this morning!
2) Please, please, please let us get out of JFK safely before the storm arrives
Oh, did I say two? Make that three:
3) Please let us travel safely throughout our adventure and have heaps o' fun!
EBITDA can wait. Pina colada cannot. I know my priorities.
Instead, our flight to NYC was canceled for tomorrow and we're re-booked on a flight this afternoon. Hello urgent rush. Laptop backup. Financial proformas, income statements, balance sheets, graphs, working capital, cash flow analysis on hold . . . carry laptop? Do in hotel?
So I have two prayers:
1) Thank you God for insisting that I pack this morning!
2) Please, please, please let us get out of JFK safely before the storm arrives
Oh, did I say two? Make that three:
3) Please let us travel safely throughout our adventure and have heaps o' fun!
EBITDA can wait. Pina colada cannot. I know my priorities.
Friday, February 5, 2010
Get Out of Valentine's Day Free
In addition to having the house to himself for a week (i.e., bring on the dancing girls), leaving with the kids for February break also entitles the hubby to this:
Sadly, this isn't the first time a card like this was used (for either of us). And it's likely not to be the last! Romance schmomance. I prefer the little things that the hubby does daily/all year round for me like make my coffee every morning, fill my always-on-E gas tank, check my oil, charge my phone, tape Samantha Bee, etc. I don't need no stinkin' three-pound, heart-shaped box of Russell Stover roman nougats to feel the love.
So there. Happy early Valentine's Day hon.
Sadly, this isn't the first time a card like this was used (for either of us). And it's likely not to be the last! Romance schmomance. I prefer the little things that the hubby does daily/all year round for me like make my coffee every morning, fill my always-on-E gas tank, check my oil, charge my phone, tape Samantha Bee, etc. I don't need no stinkin' three-pound, heart-shaped box of Russell Stover roman nougats to feel the love.
So there. Happy early Valentine's Day hon.
Monday, August 24, 2009
One Happy Island
How can a week of total relaxation speed by so quickly? How can swimming for hours in the pool followed by swimming for hours in the ocean (day in/day out) feel like a split second of time?
Conversely, how can sitting at my desk for only a few hours feel like an eternity?
What I liked about Aruba: 1) being with my mom and kids for a week, 2) the ocean was crystal clear and felt like bath water, 3) Oranjestad was clean and colorful, 4) the weather was perfect, perfect, perfect, 5) the entire island felt safe (unlike Jamaica where we were escorted to the airport by armed guards because there was a series of heists by gunpoint earlier that morning), 6) everyone we met was friendly, 7) we enjoyed heaps o' yummy food (i.e., a pro and a con), 8) we stayed at a beautiful resort, 9) there were no obligations and 10) no work!
One woman who worked at the hotel was telling us that she and her husband moved there from the Philippines with their kids ~20 years ago and they love it. She said they lived a casual lifestyle with no need to get caught up in the rat race. Sounds too good to be true.
On the other hand, we had this interesting little exchange one night while being seated at an outdoor restaurant on the beach. A bleached blonde with snake tattoo and faded, orange cotton mini-dress from J.C. Penney circa 1984 turned to greet us.
Blondie: Where are you from?
Me: Rochester, NY. You?
Blondie: I'm from Aruba and my friend here is from Holland.
Me: Wow. I don't mean this to sound insulting but you sound very American.
Blondie (sneering at me): First off, that IS insulting. Secondarily, I'm originally from Ohio.
Me: Oh. How long have you been here?
Blondie: Four years and I'm never going back.
Me (suppressing my desire to return the sneer to my new native friend): You must love it here.
Blondie (clearly mistaking my polite response for sheer idiocy): It's the same here as anywhere. You still have to wash your sheets and make your bed in the morning.
Me: I just thought it was a more relaxing lifestyle.
Blondie (looking at me with utter disdain and speaking slowly so my moronic brain could comprehend): Noooooooo. One happy island my ass.
Well alrighty then. Nice to meet you . . . ?
Ah well. Back to life, back to reality. And thanks for a fabulous trip mom!!
Conversely, how can sitting at my desk for only a few hours feel like an eternity?
What I liked about Aruba: 1) being with my mom and kids for a week, 2) the ocean was crystal clear and felt like bath water, 3) Oranjestad was clean and colorful, 4) the weather was perfect, perfect, perfect, 5) the entire island felt safe (unlike Jamaica where we were escorted to the airport by armed guards because there was a series of heists by gunpoint earlier that morning), 6) everyone we met was friendly, 7) we enjoyed heaps o' yummy food (i.e., a pro and a con), 8) we stayed at a beautiful resort, 9) there were no obligations and 10) no work!
One woman who worked at the hotel was telling us that she and her husband moved there from the Philippines with their kids ~20 years ago and they love it. She said they lived a casual lifestyle with no need to get caught up in the rat race. Sounds too good to be true.
On the other hand, we had this interesting little exchange one night while being seated at an outdoor restaurant on the beach. A bleached blonde with snake tattoo and faded, orange cotton mini-dress from J.C. Penney circa 1984 turned to greet us.
Blondie: Where are you from?
Me: Rochester, NY. You?
Blondie: I'm from Aruba and my friend here is from Holland.
Me: Wow. I don't mean this to sound insulting but you sound very American.
Blondie (sneering at me): First off, that IS insulting. Secondarily, I'm originally from Ohio.
Me: Oh. How long have you been here?
Blondie: Four years and I'm never going back.
Me (suppressing my desire to return the sneer to my new native friend): You must love it here.
Blondie (clearly mistaking my polite response for sheer idiocy): It's the same here as anywhere. You still have to wash your sheets and make your bed in the morning.
Me: I just thought it was a more relaxing lifestyle.
Blondie (looking at me with utter disdain and speaking slowly so my moronic brain could comprehend): Noooooooo. One happy island my ass.
Well alrighty then. Nice to meet you . . . ?
Ah well. Back to life, back to reality. And thanks for a fabulous trip mom!!
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Tuesday, July 21, 2009
Summer Solitude
I blocked next week on my boss' calendar for a vacation. I have nowhere to go, I just thought if I didn't schedule it, the summer would disappear. Since then, Son #2 signed up for camp. So much for getting out of here with the kids.
Last night, as Son #1 and I were driving home from grabbing sushi, he said, "Mama, you should still go on vacation without us. You need to relax." I replied, "That's so sweet but I wouldn't want to go without you. I would miss you." He said, "It's okay. We'd miss you a little but it would give me a week alone with daddy and that would be great."
I responded, "If I work, you would still have a week alone with daddy." He then said, "Don't work; you need a break without us. You should go to the beach."
I'm not sure whether to be sad that I could be gone a week without him really missing me or grateful that I could actually escape somewhere alone?!
For $522 I could head to Kripalu and take a week-long class in "Designing Your Destiny." Or I could just rent a shanty on the beach somewhere and meditate. Instead, I'll probably work.
Last night, as Son #1 and I were driving home from grabbing sushi, he said, "Mama, you should still go on vacation without us. You need to relax." I replied, "That's so sweet but I wouldn't want to go without you. I would miss you." He said, "It's okay. We'd miss you a little but it would give me a week alone with daddy and that would be great."
I responded, "If I work, you would still have a week alone with daddy." He then said, "Don't work; you need a break without us. You should go to the beach."
I'm not sure whether to be sad that I could be gone a week without him really missing me or grateful that I could actually escape somewhere alone?!
For $522 I could head to Kripalu and take a week-long class in "Designing Your Destiny." Or I could just rent a shanty on the beach somewhere and meditate. Instead, I'll probably work.
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