Saturday, July 18, 2009

Packing fiasco

Woman's bathing suit, 1920s, USAImage via Wikipedia

I suppose I'll go back to the night I tried to pack for the VA beach trip. Someone (might be me) has moved my swimsuits. All of them. So instead of just packing a new one I had bought I spent the night trying to find the missing (20 or so) suits. I always have things so nicely planned out in my mind, like trying on suits before I pack them, trying on outfits and packing them as a finished product including shoes. Somehow it just doesn't work out that way. I spent the night looking through 3 closets, all my under bed storage and through about 10 totes in an extra room (EBay stuff I never list.) I have to get up at 5 a.m. so naturally I’m still suit hunting at midnight. I give up on the suits about 1. I am too tired to really pack like a normal person. So I throw half my closet in a suitcase. In my defense I was doing homework the past few days (which put a damper on my fantasy of neatly packing) so I wouldn’t have to take the homework on vacation.
I manage a few hours of sleep, get up to throw the bags in the car, and decide to just take one last look in the extra room. I find my suits in a garbage bag in a milk crate (don’t ask). YES!!! So I open my suitcase and throw them all in. (I didn’t have time to try them on and I was half asleep) I might be running a bit behind. (Lisa I didn’t really believe you when you said it would be a 12 hour drive, my bad.) Lisa had mentioned (only once, so I didn’t listen) the fact that we were going in her car, her two nephews were coming along (like boys pack much stuff) so not to bring a lot of bags. I heard “Nancy bring what you need”. So I arrive a bit late at her house. I think it’s best to keep her busy while I throw the bags in the car. However, she decides to help and, with huge eyes, she mentions the fact that her nephews have bags to fit in the trunk also. So I mention that they’re boys and that boys never pack much stuff. After her nephews and sister have called a few times and were wondering if we were still going (hello I had to stuff my suits in my suitcase, it took awhile) we go get her nephews. We now have three nephews to stuff in the backseat, and guess what they didn’t take much, only like 2 suitcases.
More later…




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Sunday, July 5, 2009

Panic Level is HIGH

Hmm, well it seems I may do this VA. beach thing with my BF Lisa from high school. There is a slight problem as I've been pigging out lately. I had not planned on wearing a swimsuit all summer.
Today was my boyfriends birthday(Happy Birthday Bob, you're 40 haha) and there was alot of food intake and 2 pieces of cake. Friday night was a huge dinner at Red Lobster,mmmm, and a dessert, and a drink. Also someone,me, has been slacking on the exercise program. No Wii Active or dog walking, i'm so screwed. I guess I'm going to go look for a 1 piece and a mumu.
It should be interesting if I can get all my homework done to even go. Maybe I'll blog from the road and post pictures, not! I get carsick and my camera is stuck so I can't preview my pictures.

Saturday, July 4, 2009

Oh why oh why do I procrastinate homework?

I have done it yet again. I have these glorious ideas of getting ahead in the 3 classes I'm in. But here it is and I'm on the current weeks projects. I think I get these good ideas when I'm half asleep but then I laugh myself back to sleep.
So now I really should have been on top of my game because a GF from high school wants me to take a quick drive to Virginia Beach in 2 weeks to visit her brother and sis-in-law. I have never been there and since the pools not up it would be nice to play in the ocean. Of course it would be more possible if I was ahead! Crap!

Wednesday, July 1, 2009

So how I ended up here

Here happens to be in college at 44 years old. That's right kids it was not by choice but by force. When the factory you are working at closes up shop and ships overseas, you can either find another job (good luck) or go to school. So here I am going to school. I fall under the TAA act, which means my school tuition, books, and gas, are paid for. I also receive a small pitance in unemployment. So that's "here" right now. More to come later. I need some chocolate!

N.