Tag: Travel

  • quick one

    we were all feeling a bit grimy I woke up feeling a little worn and tattered.  We quickly went to eat at the Court of Two Sisters, where we had a wonderful brunch and sat in the shade and listened to jazz music.  I started to feel a bit more like myself.  We did more…

  • welcome to new orleans

    welcome to new orleans

    my initial impressions We got into New Orleans late last night.  The plane was late getting out of Houston because they had “cargo on board that had to remain in Houston.”  I shouted out to the plane, “Okay, who brought the drugs?” but no one answered.  I calculated that staying on the ground for an…

  • spiders, strangers and ziti

    other parts of my trip Last Friday afternoon was spent cleaning the house.  I hate going on vacation and coming home to a dirty house.  So I was cleaning and preparing for the carpet cleaners.  I was in the guest bathroom scrubbing the tub.  I put my hand in so I could reach the other…

  • i’m back

    but not so cheery I’m back.  Apparently, I was missed.  Thanks, guys.

  • giddie-yow!

    why i need vacation training I need to learn how to take a vacation. I get so excited in advance.  “This weekend is going to totally rock!”  (Yeah, I still say “totally,” I used to live in Palm Springs, give me a break…)  Then I work really hard to get all of my stuff done…

  • nothing much…

    my eating habits and my narcissism I was fading fast last night at the end of my shift. I did one of those fall-asleep-holding-the-mouse-with-your-head-pointed-towards-the-monitor things. I got home, ate a quick dinner and promptly fell asleep on the couch. The phone rang– I had no idea what day it was. Eric came home– I had…

  • austin to aspen and back again

    a journey with several climates and methods of transportation. I’m back. I’m exhausted.  I am drinking so much freakin’ coffee.  Maybe you’d like a cup, too, to go with today’s catch-up Squishy.

  • leavin’ on a suzuki

    don’t know if i’ll be back again I’m freaking out. I’m about to go on this big trip and I’m FREAKING out. I’m bad about this “getting ready to leave” part. I start questioning everything. Did I remember to do this? Did I remember to do that? And of course, since it’s the last day,…

  • stupid! stupid! stupid!

    you might not want to look I’m going to Aspen.

  • Vegas, baby, Vegas!

    the details and dissection of my trip Getting up at five a.m. is never easy. Getting up for a flight at seven is even harder. But if that flight is going to Las Vegas, then somehow you don’t seem to mind. Eight of us, on a morning flight to Las Vegas, drinking Bloody Mary’s and…