I have been traveling. I’ve been sick. I’ve been traveling some more.
A recap:
Last Friday afternoon, we headed up to Big Bear for my “birthday” weekend o’ snowboarding and it was a TON of fun! Even though everyone got lost (or had a motorcycle blow up) getting to the cabin, it was by the grace of God that we all made it in once piece. Thank you God. We hit the slopes on Saturday morning and I pretty much rocked the shit out of that snow like I was a professional. Except when I tried to stand up. Or go downhill. Or turn right. Hah. But really, I definitely got a lot better, except for that whole turning right business. AND I had bruises on my knees to prove how difficult it was for me to turn right. Also, contrary to what Chris thinks, I do like snowboarding with him, I just get frustrated and cranky when I can’t “get” something right away, ’cause, ya know, I am like so great that I’m used to getting everything naturally on the first try. Hee hee hee…
I wish I could say there there are pictures from Big Bear, but there are not. (Actually, Carrie Barrie Harrie Larrie should have a couple cute ones on her camera; I need to ask her to email them to me.) BUT, Chris’s camera got misplaced or stolen or something (I have my theories), so there are no pictures of the two of us 🙁
Saturday night, while sitting on the couch in the cabin, chit-chatting with my sweet Michelle, the floodgates of my nose opened and the sore throat that I’d had all week decided to turn into a full-fledged cold. I begged and pleaded to Chris to just leave me on the couch to sleep, but the dude forced me to get up, take out my contacts, and go to bed. Was he protecting himself from the Wrath of Sarah? Probably.
We packed up and left early on Sunday morning and after being stopped going down the mountain by a friggin TREE that had fallen across the road, and then after stopping in Perris to pee but then finding that the wind had knocked the power lines down and I’d have to pee in the dark and we all know that wasn’t going to happen, and then stopping to pee in some other city in Riverside County, AND THEN getting home, unpacking, and returning the rental car, I passed out at 7:30 PM. I was awakened at 4:30 AM by a call from a brother who shall remain nameless. Thanks for calling and waking us up, Timmy. It’s cool, I had to get up at 5:00 AM anyway, so really, what’s the extra half hour?
Monday was summed up as such: Head cold + Washington D.C. + meetings = Me saying over and over, “No no, I’m not sick, I’m just getting over a little something.”
Tuesday: We were in an elevator in one of the House buildings and some guy, likely a Congressman or someone who aspires to be a Congressman, walked on board and the guy next to him asked how he was doing, and the Congressman/Wannabe Congressman said, “Exceptionally well.” Ew. Ick. Stereotype! Stereotype! It was really pretty awful. “Exceptionally well.” Ew, I totally can’t get over the ickiness of it all.
Today: I’m home. I’m home, I’m home, I’m home! YAY! But where is my fella? He’s gone too and not home until tomorrow and of course, as luck (or lack thereof) would have it, I have a dinner tomorrow night!
Notes to self re: traveling, whatnot, such:
– Bring laptop when traveling. Yes, you will become “that person” when going through the security lines, but everyone is “that person” now, so F it!
– Don’t fly out of Reagan National going home, even if it means that you don’t have to take a cab all the way to Dulles. You always have to fly through Chicago and you always have a delayed flight when flying through Chicago.
– Don’t bring a 759 page book. It’s heavy. Sidenote: I finally finished “Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows”! Finally.
Oh, and in case you’re wondering about the 32E, well, if you haven’t figured it out by now, that was my seat assignment going home today. It was the BEST ONE EVER. NOT. I had two children behind me, screaming and kicking the back of my seat. It was simply delightful.