<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4768341652891942560</id><updated>2011-04-21T23:03:16.643-04:00</updated><category term='surgery'/><category term='dad'/><category term='travel'/><category term='running'/><category term='bar'/><category term='fights'/><category term='vacation'/><category term='BMC'/><category term='presents'/><category term='boot camp'/><category term='christmas'/><category term='tag'/><category term='sick'/><category term='london'/><category term='weekend'/><category term='driving'/><category term='work'/><category term='police'/><category term='drinking'/><category term='money'/><category term='NY'/><title type='text'>Travelin' girl adventures</title><subtitle type='html'>the adventures of a thirty something consultant who is still figuring out life...or at least trying to.  :)</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travelingirladventures.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4768341652891942560/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travelingirladventures.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>travelin' girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17076067191690602638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>32</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4768341652891942560.post-2174071132447955855</id><published>2008-07-07T08:34:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T22:05:54.467-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drinking'/><title type='text'>Family Drama</title><content type='html'>Now that you know about the "Big Night Out" at MB, let me tell you the fall out portion. So I've been home for about a month when I get an out of the blue email from Bill (names changed so I didn't get killed by my family) my 20 year old cousin's mother.  And I quote &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span id="role_document"    style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent;font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"   &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;has a $740 charge on his credit card from the night y'all all went    drinking together. He says he paid the tab for everyone. Did y'all go any    place after Captain Poo's? The receipt does not say Captain Poo's. It says Dog    Leg Left.&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div&gt;We are trying to deal with his wild spending, drinking and honesty    issues. He is going to a counselor today. It would help if we had our facts    together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Now at this point I'm thinking Shit, Damn Fuck we're busted and she's pissed.  The other co conspirators and I decide to let me address the email and I'll handle Bill's Mom (BM).  I proceed to fudge the truth b/c at this time I'm still trying to NOT tell anyone where we went b/c I just don't want to deal with the drama associated with that.  Suffice it to say the conversation went down hill from there.  The high points of my eventual telephone conversation with BM were&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bill didn't buy alcohol&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bill is an adult and needs to take responsibility for his actions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have no guilt about going to a damn strip club b/c I'm of age and can make my own decisions&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;And I did nothing to feel sorry for.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;At which point I find out that the dumbass went back the next night BY HIMSELF and spent a freakin grand at the club.  So I go back to the original theme of the conversation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bill is an adult and is responsible for his actions&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm sorry (no not for getting caught see point numbers three and four above) but that she is dealing with this&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Some people have to learn the hard way  like 95% of my family including ME!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He'll eventually grow up but only if he is held responsible for his own actions&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;WE hang up on good terms and I congratulate myself for the mature and responsible way I handled the phone call.  And then proceed to convene a conference call with my girls to gossip and dissect the conversations.  This is on Tuesday night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I go back to work on Wed and it's all good until about 5:30 PM when I get this blast email that just about blows the top of my head off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span id="role_document"    style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you get a call from the Horry County Police Department, it is because I  have filed charges against the Crazy Horse for selling $1740.00 worth of alcohol  and etc. to my 20 year old son. Y'all might be called on as witnesses.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Thanks for your assistance!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;WTF?!?!?!  Oh great, this means that on top of not holding him accountable for his actions, you've drug me, Jamie and my best friend into an asinine police report that could at some point in the future impact all of us.  I don't need to be tied up in a police report in which I could be held accountable for contributing to the delinquency of a minor.  Again been there, done that, escaped by the skin of my teeth on that one.  No charges, b/c I didn't do anything wrong but it could have gone so much more badly for me than it did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus this just pissed me off and told me that BM did not listen to what I said and is still living in her safe little world where nothing is Bill's fucking fault.  GROW UP!  The dude went back a second night by himself to spend a thousand dollars on some cute little dancer named Jewel.  And she was cute and sweet, but get real!  How does this translate into a complaint against the Crazy Horse.  He's allowed in there at 18 and can spend whatever amount he wants on lap dances.  THEY NEVER SERVED HIM ALCOHOL!!!!!  They are not going to risk their ABC liquor license on some dumb 20 year old punk who spent some money there.  The Crazy Horse is a freaking institution in North Myrtle Beach, it's been there for as long as I can remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I and the others decide to just ignore this email and not respond.  But by now I realize I'm going to need to do damage control because I am 100% positive that this little episode has made the family airwaves and I need to talk to my parents to ensure that I don't get relegated back to the "Awful Child" list that I've managed to NOT be on in at least 6 years.  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4768341652891942560-2174071132447955855?l=travelingirladventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travelingirladventures.blogspot.com/feeds/2174071132447955855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4768341652891942560&amp;postID=2174071132447955855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4768341652891942560/posts/default/2174071132447955855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4768341652891942560/posts/default/2174071132447955855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travelingirladventures.blogspot.com/2008/07/family-drama.html' title='Family Drama'/><author><name>travelin' girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17076067191690602638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4768341652891942560.post-8072597539316254338</id><published>2008-07-07T08:18:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T08:34:44.660-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drinking'/><title type='text'>Big night out at MB</title><content type='html'>This is a long one so just bear with me.  I wasn't going to  blog about this, but in the end it just too damn funny not to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me set the stage for my latest family drama.  As you know, my family vacations for a week at Myrtle Beach every year.  This has been going on since before I was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;born &lt;/span&gt;people.  Too many people of all ages stuffed into one house makes for some VERY interesting stories over the past years.  But since we've all grown up and people have moved away, died, been born, just gotten older, etc, the number of people has changed from year to year.  So this year, it me, my parents, my aunt, my cuz Jamie, my other aunt and uncle and my two of my bestest girlfriends on the planet in a four bedroom two bath house on the front row.  Scattered among various other houses were other member of the extended family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So one night we all decide to head out to a local "hotspot" that Jame Jame had found from talking to various people.  The girls and Jamie head out to Captain Poo's local hotspot and proceed to hang out and the girls were drinking like fishes (which we'd done since we'd gotten to the beach on Saturday).  My younger cousin we'll call Bill and my brother and his girlfriend show up and decide  to hang for a while.  this is all good until Captain Poo's decides to shut down for the evening and we have to find somewhere else to go.  Now my brother and his girlfriend decide to be the smart ones and go home!  Bill and the rest of us decide to stay out for a while. No big deal, until you start looking for a place in North Myrtle Beach the week before high season starts that's still open at 1 AM AND (drumroll please) allows under 21 to get in.   Guess what the only place is that will allow this interesting combo to happen.....A Gentleman's Club!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we proceed to traipse over to the Crazy Horse and the girls are going to continue to hang and drink b/c we just didn't want to go home yet.  Bill, of course is 20 so he can't drink and Jamie is DD for the night.  No biggie, we'll go, have a few more drinks, talk, laugh and head home before the sun comes up  because I have NO desire to ever be awake and drinking when the sun comes up again.  Been there, done that, have the bar bills to prove it and no thank you I'm too damn old for that anymore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See now this is where things get interesting.  Bill (the 20 yr old cousin) has a tiny little self esteem problem and has now decided to show his older cousins and her hot friends exactly how cool he is.  And this is probably going to be two parts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We show ID, pay our way into the Crazy Horse and find a table.  Bill is off somewhere and when he gets to the table he tells us he's paid the bouncer/doorman to make sure we "are taken care of" and he's pulled $600 are and we won't have to pay for anything.  My first response was WTF??!  There's like 12 people in here, we don't need to pay to be taken care of, plus there's three women at the table and dancers for some reason swarm around tables with women and hwo the fuck are we going to spend $600 on drinks.  Well duh, we didn't really see Bill for the rest of the night b/c he was off in the private room spending his $600 on lap dances.    Whatever we had a really good time talking to the girls and drinking and then it was time to go home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the deal, we all agreed to NOT tell anyone where we went b/c it wouldn't go over well with the family AND Jamie and Bill had gotten into deep kimchi last year for doing this.  So we tell NO ONE where we were and suffered the hangovers the next day like the big girls we were.  Of course the girls were in bed by 10 the next night and I'm not sure Jamie even made it to 8 PM.  But we're all old now and know when to get some sleep after being stupid the night before.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4768341652891942560-8072597539316254338?l=travelingirladventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travelingirladventures.blogspot.com/feeds/8072597539316254338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4768341652891942560&amp;postID=8072597539316254338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4768341652891942560/posts/default/8072597539316254338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4768341652891942560/posts/default/8072597539316254338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travelingirladventures.blogspot.com/2008/07/big-night-out-at-mb.html' title='Big night out at MB'/><author><name>travelin' girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17076067191690602638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4768341652891942560.post-4143597082344514488</id><published>2008-05-10T16:04:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-10T16:09:08.694-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boot camp'/><title type='text'>Boot camp rocks...</title><content type='html'>or sucks depending on how you look at it.  When I came home from my last project I decided to start boot camp cuz one of my girlfriends had great success doing one.  So for the last five weeks I've been up at 5:15 AM Monday through Friday rain or shine to go work out with about 15 - 20 other women.  Let me assure you the boot camp is kicking my butt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a happier note, in four weeks I lost 8 pounds, 7 of which were all fat!  Woohoo!!!!  Go me!  I've dropped 1.5 percent of my body fat and I'm extremely pleased by this.  Now I just have to keep it going whenever I finally end up on the road again.  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4768341652891942560-4143597082344514488?l=travelingirladventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travelingirladventures.blogspot.com/feeds/4143597082344514488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4768341652891942560&amp;postID=4143597082344514488' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4768341652891942560/posts/default/4143597082344514488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4768341652891942560/posts/default/4143597082344514488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travelingirladventures.blogspot.com/2008/05/boot-camp-rocks.html' title='Boot camp rocks...'/><author><name>travelin' girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17076067191690602638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4768341652891942560.post-2509754854177957335</id><published>2008-05-05T20:15:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T20:27:21.363-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BMC'/><title type='text'>Remember when?</title><content type='html'>Do you remeber when I was BMCing (bitch, moan and complain for those of you who don't personally know me) about traveling nonstop and wanting down time?  Well...be careful what you wish for.  I've been home since the first week in April and I am BORED out of my everloving mind.  I've also burned a weeks vacation and didn't go anywhere. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HATE being on the beach (company term for no billing project) with nothing to do.  Because it is not like being on vaca...at all. I've worked for consulting companies where if you didn't have a project you just had to check in for a couple of hours a day and they didn't care where you checked in from AND you still got paid.  I used to frequently check in from the pool deck with a cold one when I was living in Atlanta.  But now that I work for one of those uptight management consulting firms who also does tons of govie work, I have to account for ALL my hours.  Never mind the 60+ hours I worked during my project, I have to have a charge number for every single hour of the week.  And forgive me if I work quickly so what some other moron would take two days to do I usually get done in six hours.  (Note to self: work on that concept or at least make it LOOK like it took longer. No need to set the bar that high).  I'm ready to go back to work and the picture isn't very rosy right now.  The only thing pulling me through is that I have boot camp every morning (will update after Thursday's body composition and yes, I'm a little afraid) and my annual family vaca at the wild and wonderful Myrtle Beach in 26 days!  Which I'm brining both of my best girls on this year.  I swear my family is going to make us get our own house next year.  They have no idea what its like to have all three of us together for any length of time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to BMC...I'm now starting to get a little worried that it might be time to start looking for a new job.  I was complacent one time before and got the 'ol heave ho for my efforts.  (Ok, it was 2001, Lucent Technologies and 55000 people also got the pink slip.) But still it was traumatic and it took me almost a year to find another job.  There is NO WAY I can survive another go round like that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus I swear my SO is about ready to ship me off for points unknown.  This is the absolute most time we've spent together since we've known each other.  And the condo is just not that big.  LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok..I'm done BMCing, but I swear if something doesn't change soon, I'm going to get a second job just to have something to do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4768341652891942560-2509754854177957335?l=travelingirladventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travelingirladventures.blogspot.com/feeds/2509754854177957335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4768341652891942560&amp;postID=2509754854177957335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4768341652891942560/posts/default/2509754854177957335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4768341652891942560/posts/default/2509754854177957335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travelingirladventures.blogspot.com/2008/05/remember-when.html' title='Remember when?'/><author><name>travelin' girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17076067191690602638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4768341652891942560.post-4765336786226684034</id><published>2008-04-22T15:50:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T15:54:18.068-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='money'/><title type='text'>I need a gig</title><content type='html'>I've been home for 2 1/2 weeks without being on an assignment.  So far I've helped with three proposals (I hate proposals b/c I am NOT a salesperson), cleaned up my previous client's deliverables (so we can use them again, charge a premium for them and the client will think its all new), started boot camp (I f'ing hurt everywhere!) and spent WAY too much money.  My bank account says I need to go back on the road soon.  I'm a victim of too much month and too little money.  But the closet is cleaner than it was and the storage unit is somewhat more organized than it was when I got home.  God bless The Container Store.  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4768341652891942560-4765336786226684034?l=travelingirladventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travelingirladventures.blogspot.com/feeds/4765336786226684034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4768341652891942560&amp;postID=4765336786226684034' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4768341652891942560/posts/default/4765336786226684034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4768341652891942560/posts/default/4765336786226684034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travelingirladventures.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-need-gig.html' title='I need a gig'/><author><name>travelin' girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17076067191690602638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4768341652891942560.post-6429491457986057676</id><published>2008-04-09T13:52:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T13:55:05.041-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><title type='text'>Award snafu</title><content type='html'>So in my previous post I was ranting about my missing award.  This is the resolution...my boss forgot to give it to me.  But I now have it and am planning on how to spend my award.  It's either going to be on dinner &lt;a href="http://www.2941.com/"&gt;here &lt;/a&gt;or something from the Coach store.  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4768341652891942560-6429491457986057676?l=travelingirladventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travelingirladventures.blogspot.com/feeds/6429491457986057676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4768341652891942560&amp;postID=6429491457986057676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4768341652891942560/posts/default/6429491457986057676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4768341652891942560/posts/default/6429491457986057676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travelingirladventures.blogspot.com/2008/04/award-snafu.html' title='Award snafu'/><author><name>travelin' girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17076067191690602638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4768341652891942560.post-7822527498218318924</id><published>2008-04-01T12:32:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T12:34:49.859-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><title type='text'>Thanks for nothing</title><content type='html'>I was nominated for and received a cash award from my company back in Feb. It wasn't paid in Feb's paycheck which was no big deal. My company is notorious for missing the monthly payroll window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I forgot about it and checked my online payroll stubs this morning. I have two: one for my monthly salary and a second mystery stub. Upon checking said stub, I deduce its for my award....except the net pay is ZERO. I got a f'ing award for which I'll get taxed on and I received NOTHING in my account for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please explain that to me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4768341652891942560-7822527498218318924?l=travelingirladventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travelingirladventures.blogspot.com/feeds/7822527498218318924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4768341652891942560&amp;postID=7822527498218318924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4768341652891942560/posts/default/7822527498218318924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4768341652891942560/posts/default/7822527498218318924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travelingirladventures.blogspot.com/2008/04/thanks-for-nothing.html' title='Thanks for nothing'/><author><name>travelin' girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17076067191690602638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4768341652891942560.post-8429363112344215330</id><published>2008-03-31T14:50:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T15:10:56.370-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='london'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><title type='text'>Before we ever left...</title><content type='html'>I'm slack. I haven't posted to my blog since I got back from London (which was FABULOUS) and I've since been back to NY, SAT, NY and home.  Soooooo....here we go.  Whirlwind weekend in London.  Overnight flight was great, I slept about three hours, my SO not at all.  Seats were awesome, plenty of room good food, on demand games, movies and musics.  But before we ever boarded the plane we started having fun.  I picked the line to go through security at JFK b/c I NEVER get in the same line as people with kids especially those in a stroller because it takes forever to get through.  Yes, I fly every week, I HATE strollers and newbie flyers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywhoo...this is a transcript of the people in front of us in line.  Read with a Cockney accent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TSA: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Please remove all metal objects and put them in the bin, remove laptops, dvd players, video cameras from their case, keep your boarding pass out and only one carry on plus one personal item per person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Female passenger: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Its against the rules to bring more than x amount of alcohol back into the UK we aren't buying anything else in the duty free shop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Male passenger: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But we promised&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Female passenger: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;NO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Male passenger: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;grumble, grumble, grumble&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TSA: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Please remove all metal objects from your pockets before passing through security&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Male passenger dumps fake fur coat and shoes and carry on in bin and walks through metal detector&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BING BING BING (aka as the moron alert)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Male passenger shows off belly to show belt buckle (totally grody by the way)&lt;br /&gt;TSA: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Please go back and remove all metal objects from your pockets including keys, change, cell phone, watch, etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Male passenger dumps three pounds of change from left pocket and cell phone but doesn't remove belt, watch or wallet.&lt;br /&gt;TSA: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Please remove everything from your pockets and take off the belt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Male passenger is like the clown car removing shit from his pockets: more change, wallet, belt, watch, FIVE rings, gold Mr. T chain, etc. Goes back through security and BING BING BING&lt;br /&gt;At this point SO and I are falling on each other laughing b/c the TSA chick is PISSED!!!!! And not being nice about it.&lt;br /&gt;TSA: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;COME BACK HERE AND REMOVE EVERYTHING FROM YOUR POCKETS.  DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;insert&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Male Passenger remove THREE condoms from back pocket&lt;br /&gt;TSA: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Condoms?!?  Really are you serious?!?!  CONDOMS?!?!?!  I said take EVERYTHING out of your pockets. These are FOIL.  They set off the metal detector.  Is there anything else in your pockets, any of your pockets?!?!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Male passenger: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No I don't think so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TSA: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Go through the metal detector now and I don't want you to come back here again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Male passenger finally gets through security and his wife who is already through security is about to blow a gasket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO and I proceed through with no problems.  Of course I need to change my pants after peeing on myself from laughing so hard at the idiots.  I love traveling! International is the best!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW...this couple was across the aisle from us on the flight over.  They continued behaving as if they owned the damn plane and needed rock star treatment the whole flight and continued fighting about the duty free alcohol.  LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4768341652891942560-8429363112344215330?l=travelingirladventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travelingirladventures.blogspot.com/feeds/8429363112344215330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4768341652891942560&amp;postID=8429363112344215330' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4768341652891942560/posts/default/8429363112344215330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4768341652891942560/posts/default/8429363112344215330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travelingirladventures.blogspot.com/2008/03/before-we-ever-left.html' title='Before we ever left...'/><author><name>travelin' girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17076067191690602638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4768341652891942560.post-5988131064452891263</id><published>2008-03-20T12:20:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T12:23:56.990-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='london'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><title type='text'>Cheers</title><content type='html'>I'm back!  At least physically I'm back in the States and have been since about 10 PM Monday.  All I have to say is I love that city and I am sooo going back to London.  The other half and I had an absolute blast.  Short story is lots of walking, little sleep, British breakfasts, football, the tube, drizzle and a new suitcase for the trinkets we brought back. I'll go into more detail later, but I'm alive, we had a great time and it sucks to be back at work.  I still haven't caught up on my sleep but I'm planning to while I'm in San Antonio this weekend.  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4768341652891942560-5988131064452891263?l=travelingirladventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travelingirladventures.blogspot.com/feeds/5988131064452891263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4768341652891942560&amp;postID=5988131064452891263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4768341652891942560/posts/default/5988131064452891263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4768341652891942560/posts/default/5988131064452891263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travelingirladventures.blogspot.com/2008/03/cheers.html' title='Cheers'/><author><name>travelin' girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17076067191690602638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4768341652891942560.post-6965699990429299223</id><published>2008-03-13T12:28:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T12:42:34.934-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fights'/><title type='text'>Outta here!!!!</title><content type='html'>So today is the day I fly to merry ol england for the first time. I'm all kinds of excited and about to bust to get out of work and leave.  But I still have eight more hours until I leave.  On the good side of the house is the fact that I won't have to work while I'm gone b/c I killed myself last week and this week to get it all done so I can leave in good conscience.  On the bad side of the house my stress levels have been out of control for two weeks.  Which leads me to my next topic...stupid fights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That being said I have a confession to make.  I did something I swore I'd never do. I picked a fight with my SO over something stupid b/c I didn't know how to express how upset I was over something else.  I won't go into what I was upset about but I will confess the stupid fight part.  It was over the size of the suitcase I was packing for the London trip. Keeping in mind I'm gone for 17 days and I'm going to work, London and San Antonio during this time.  Anyway, I packed the 22 inch suitcase instead of my usual 19 inch rollaboard and first he was asking if I really wanted to do that and why was it so full.  I pulled psycho girl out of the closet and proceeded to rant uncontrollably and say really not nice things.  Thank god he doesn't hold grudges because I was mean and borderline psychotic.  I'm going to have to be extra nice on this trip to make up for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the fun stuff now. He's on his way here to NY and we are so outta here for four days tonight!  I can't wait and it's like waiting for Christmas when you're little.  It seems like today is NEVER going to end.  I've also got money and requests for lots of little things from there and of course chocolate that you can't buy here.  Well you can usually find it in NY, but not in the rest of the good ol USofA.  So what little room I have left in my suitcase is getting filled with chocolate before I come back.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW...I'm sorry for being that girl and going psycho on you.  I'll try not to do it again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4768341652891942560-6965699990429299223?l=travelingirladventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travelingirladventures.blogspot.com/feeds/6965699990429299223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4768341652891942560&amp;postID=6965699990429299223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4768341652891942560/posts/default/6965699990429299223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4768341652891942560/posts/default/6965699990429299223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travelingirladventures.blogspot.com/2008/03/outta-here.html' title='Outta here!!!!'/><author><name>travelin' girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17076067191690602638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4768341652891942560.post-4646712830487269389</id><published>2008-03-01T17:28:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T09:14:57.749-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tag'/><title type='text'>I suck at Tag</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; What is your occupation?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT Consultant for a management consulting firm.  In reality I develop stuff for other companies to use and then walk away hoping it all works out ok.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What are you listening to right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My other half telling me what he's buying and bitching about how hard it's going to be to get his Canadian citizenship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Can you drive a stick shift?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. At least I used to be able to.  I'm going to take out my SO's car and make sure I still can. and no I'm not telling him when I do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Last person you spoke to on the phone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you like the person who sent this to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, except when she buys shoes without approval.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Favorite drink?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Non-alcoholic ... Starbuck's Peppermint mocha! Alcoholic ... Jameson's scotch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What is your favorite sport to watch?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soccer (shut up... it has hot guys, shorts, great legs...nuff said)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Have you ever dyed your hair?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hell yes!  I definitely color my hair, it's ugly without a little help&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pets?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. One chunky pretty kitty.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_6xoov7vyIeg/R8ndi5DcA-I/AAAAAAAAACk/QpBVW5pHRY8/s1600-h/Christmas+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_6xoov7vyIeg/R8ndi5DcA-I/AAAAAAAAACk/QpBVW5pHRY8/s320/Christmas+007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172909238512255970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite food?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHOCOLATE!  If that doesn't count, then pasta of any kind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Last movie you watched?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LeMans with Steve McQueen (he is the epitome of coolness).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Favorite day of the year?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What do you do to vent anger?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bitch to my girlfriends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What was your favorite toy as a child?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lite Brite, I never had one and was hugely disappointed in my parents for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Which is your favorite, fall or spring?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fall. I love sweater season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hugs or kisses?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hugs for friends and family.  Kisses for my SO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What kind of pie?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Key lime or my dad's Chocolate Cream pie.  OMG   sin on a plate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Living arrangements?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I live with my SO in a 700 sf condo...or at least my cat does, I travel during the week for work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When was the last time you cried?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday AM, my uncle died unexpectedly and I couldn't make it to the funeral.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What is on the floor of your closet?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shoes, dirty clothes, a suitcase and my cat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Favorite smell?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fresh baked chocolate chip cookies and cinnamon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What inspires you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone trying to make the world a better place or standing up for those who can't do it for themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What are you afraid of?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Plain, cheese or spicy hamburgers?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheese with bacon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Favorite car?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have several...but my all time wish car is a 63 split window vette, in reality I really really want a...I don't know. My dream car (BMW) turned out to be a big PITA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Favorite cat breed?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big fluffy cats..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Favorite day of the week?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday AM because I don't have to do anything and we both get to sleep in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How many countries have you been to?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four and the furthest was Taiwan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no one left to tag.  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4768341652891942560-4646712830487269389?l=travelingirladventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travelingirladventures.blogspot.com/feeds/4646712830487269389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4768341652891942560&amp;postID=4646712830487269389' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4768341652891942560/posts/default/4646712830487269389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4768341652891942560/posts/default/4646712830487269389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travelingirladventures.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-suck-at-tag.html' title='I suck at Tag'/><author><name>travelin' girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17076067191690602638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_6xoov7vyIeg/R8ndi5DcA-I/AAAAAAAAACk/QpBVW5pHRY8/s72-c/Christmas+007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4768341652891942560.post-6357388475709168331</id><published>2008-02-23T22:08:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-24T19:59:38.246-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dad'/><title type='text'>Traveling is such an adventure</title><content type='html'>I try and get home sometime between my Dad and Mom's birthday every year. Their birthdays are only a couple weeks apart, so we usually try and celebrate them together b/c I can only get a couple trips home a year.  Since I've been traveling so much I decided to take advantage of the fact that my company will pick up my flight if I don't go back to DC first and make the most efficient use of my time.  I book a flight leaving Thursday afternoon because that's when I always fly back from NY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that the stage is set, let me tell you the rest of the story.  I have a two hour working session with my clients late Wed afternoon.  We are doing process design for a new IT process and I won't bore you with the details.  Anywhoo...I screwed up so bad that I thought I was going to be asked to leave the client.  My boss explains to me that I need to fix this tomorrow (Thursday) and I need to get it done now!  My flight leaves at 2:40 PM and I'm in meetings all Thursday AM.  Soooo...like the good corporate slave that I am, I change my flights to Friday stay an extra day and fix the problem. Which BTW, wasn't totally my fault as I was using work from another team in my company, but I didn't validate it and I'm the one on the hook.  Back to the story...flight changes, fix the problem. All taken care of right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10:30 PM on Wed, I'm done working and check the weather for Friday.  HOLY SHIT!!!!!  We're getting 6 - 8 inches of snow on Friday.  I'm thinking I'm never going to get home for Dad's bday and I've already disappointed them by not being able to get home on Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wake up to a winter wonderland on Friday AM.  It's pretty, but have you seen the airports in NY during snow and bad weather?  They get screwed up very badly very quickly. So I head to the office for my early morning meeting to rectify the Wed screw up.  And........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the people coming to my mea culpa meeting AREN'T there b/c of the SNOW!!!!!!  ARGH!!  Ok..c.onf call, make everyone happy and call the car company to come get me and take me to LaGuardia praying my flight takes off.  There is already a three hour inbound delay at LGA, a 5 hour delay at JFK and a 7 hour delay at EWR.   Let's see, three hour delay at LGA, three hour layover in Charlotte for the last flight to Florence = missed flight home.  Now I'm royally pissed b/c I'm never going to get home to see my parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least I'll be able to get to DC if I can get to the train station.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we have a happy ending, my flight takes off 1 hour late and I make my flight home.  Now I just have to make sure I make the 5:45 AM flight out Monday AM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5:45 AM flight.  WTH was I thinking?!?!?  Oh yeah, Daddy's girl has to go home for Daddy's birthday.  I'd hate to disappoint.  Plus I got a GREAT card.  I knew he was going to cry!  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4768341652891942560-6357388475709168331?l=travelingirladventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travelingirladventures.blogspot.com/feeds/6357388475709168331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4768341652891942560&amp;postID=6357388475709168331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4768341652891942560/posts/default/6357388475709168331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4768341652891942560/posts/default/6357388475709168331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travelingirladventures.blogspot.com/2008/02/traveling-is-such-adventure.html' title='Traveling is such an adventure'/><author><name>travelin' girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17076067191690602638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4768341652891942560.post-3573924220015728162</id><published>2008-02-17T17:24:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-17T17:35:07.662-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='london'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><title type='text'>Across the pond</title><content type='html'>I'm soooo freaking excited.  My other half and I are finally taking that trip to London we've been talking about for years!  Flying Virgin Atlantic &lt;a href="http://alotmorespace.com/menu"&gt;premium &lt;/a&gt;economy which is first class on most other airlines.  Using points for an awesome &lt;a href="http://www.marriott.com/hotels/travel/lonlm-london-marriott-hotel-kensington/"&gt;hotel &lt;/a&gt;near the Kensington Palace, going to see a soccer game and tour all kinds of neat things using the London Pass.  I cannot tell you how excited I am to take this trip.  I've never been to London and I've heard awesome things about it.  I'm going to Harrod's, (hate on me all you want Terri, you've been there), Hard Rock to add to my shot glass collection, the Kensington Palace, London Tower and all kinds of stuff that I can't even begin to list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok..I'm done being insane and am going back to my normal self.  Updates to come as we get closer to trip date.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4768341652891942560-3573924220015728162?l=travelingirladventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travelingirladventures.blogspot.com/feeds/3573924220015728162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4768341652891942560&amp;postID=3573924220015728162' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4768341652891942560/posts/default/3573924220015728162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4768341652891942560/posts/default/3573924220015728162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travelingirladventures.blogspot.com/2008/02/across-pond.html' title='Across the pond'/><author><name>travelin' girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17076067191690602638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4768341652891942560.post-5424358327063612936</id><published>2008-02-11T21:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T21:52:32.531-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><title type='text'>Be careful what you wish for...</title><content type='html'>because you just might get it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holy crap what have I gotten myself into?!?!  I BMC'd about working governtment and wanted to go back to commercial work.  Ok.  I put my trnasfer in, wham, bam thank you ma'am I'm transfered with a nice 10% raise. This is all good right? Right!? RIGHT?!?!?!? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well...not exactly.  I knew there would be days where I worked crappy hours and travel is part of the gig (I like this part for the most part), but holy crap I'm tired of working this many hours in a week.  My days are minimum 10 hours and usually 12 -14.  I'm working weekends and traveling and giving up parts of my life I don't want to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I flipped out this weekend b/c I volunteered to be on Terri duty post surgery (my pleasure chica....love you!) but based on her previous surgery I expected her to be still drugged up until 7 PM again.  But oh no, she has to get new doctors who don't over sedate her and bam she's out by 2 PM.  WTF?!?!  There goes my carefully laid plans for Friday.  :)  So I lost 5 hours on Friday that I ended up having to make up on Sunday.  Too much work, too little time.  My assessment raise better be HUGE.  B/c unlike some people I'm not getting a bonus for all this work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bastards.  Or maybe it's just PMS.  Whatever, chocolate makes everything better.  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4768341652891942560-5424358327063612936?l=travelingirladventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travelingirladventures.blogspot.com/feeds/5424358327063612936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4768341652891942560&amp;postID=5424358327063612936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4768341652891942560/posts/default/5424358327063612936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4768341652891942560/posts/default/5424358327063612936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travelingirladventures.blogspot.com/2008/02/be-careful-what-you-wish-for.html' title='Be careful what you wish for...'/><author><name>travelin' girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17076067191690602638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4768341652891942560.post-5379520522635215368</id><published>2008-02-10T14:29:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T14:29:53.721-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I love my job</title><content type='html'>Not.  That is all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4768341652891942560-5379520522635215368?l=travelingirladventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travelingirladventures.blogspot.com/feeds/5379520522635215368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4768341652891942560&amp;postID=5379520522635215368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4768341652891942560/posts/default/5379520522635215368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4768341652891942560/posts/default/5379520522635215368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travelingirladventures.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-love-my-job.html' title='I love my job'/><author><name>travelin' girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17076067191690602638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4768341652891942560.post-4319622623514897543</id><published>2008-01-14T17:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T18:21:39.634-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NY'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weekend'/><title type='text'>I "heart" NY</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_6xoov7vyIeg/R4vuSsVICdI/AAAAAAAAACc/_RMtxTzUvUY/s1600-h/IloveNY.jpe"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_6xoov7vyIeg/R4vuSsVICdI/AAAAAAAAACc/_RMtxTzUvUY/s320/IloveNY.jpe" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155476203360487890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm a convert.  It's official, I'm a NY convert.  I love this place.  OK...now that I'm done fawning all over a city, I'll explain why.  I spent the weekend in Manhattan with my other half as I managed to mostly recover from that lovely little virus I had last week.  So I used points and stayed &lt;a href="http://embassysuites1.hilton.com/en_US/es/hotel/NYCNYES-Embassy-Suites-New-York-New-York/index.do?brand_id=HI&amp;amp;brand_directory=/en/hi/&amp;amp;xch=123492796,32OXBNAXRPVDKCSGBIWMVCQ"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.  This place was very cool and I had no problem getting there from Queens without a car. It took a little while, but then again driving anywhere in DC takes an hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The view was fantastic and we had an upgraded room overlooking the Hudson and the skyline was absolutely gorgeous (even if it was the NJ skyline).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday night we wandered around, found a pizza place, ordered a pie, walked two more blocks to get drinks from this really neat little grocery store, and took it all back to the hotel to veg and just hang out.  OMG...that pizza was fabulous.  The crust was almost like soda bread and was extremely tasty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a little sleep in on Saturday, but we did get out around 10 AM.  Two subways later and about a mile walk we ended up at the &lt;a href="http://moma.org/"&gt;MoMA &lt;/a&gt;because I'd never seen any Monet's in person.  And let me tell you they are more gorgeous and interesting in person.   We wandered around and ended up in the Arms and armor wing which was totally cool as well.  Swords, armor, guns, helmets, shields and at least one suit of armor from Henry VIII.  TOO COOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back down to the NYU area b/c we wanted burgers and fries...at which point our carefully laid plans derailed.  Leaving Blue 9, we ran into some of my other half's soccer friends.  Into Nevada Smith's for one beer.  Yeah right!  Five Jamison's on ice later, I'm dying for some more food and we part ways with the friends.   Gyros here we come.  Once he finally figures out that we've walked about 9 blocks too far and we have to turn around.  We end up here&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_6xoov7vyIeg/R4vsccVICbI/AAAAAAAAACM/z-YhytvK_o8/s1600-h/Cinerella+Snack.jpe"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 224px; height: 168px;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_6xoov7vyIeg/R4vsccVICbI/AAAAAAAAACM/z-YhytvK_o8/s320/Cinerella+Snack.jpe" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155474171840956850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and I have the best gyro I've ever had.  Split a hooka and about an hour later after hanging out talking to the owner we grab a cab back to the hotel.  Because sometime in between finding Cinderella and leaving the temperature dropped dramatically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a great time, spent some money, walked a lot, had great food that wasn't dramatically expensive and spent QT with my other half.  Now I'm a convert. I soooo want to move here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_6xoov7vyIeg/R4vtYsVICcI/AAAAAAAAACU/MQQNmVrq_x8/s1600-h/townhouse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_6xoov7vyIeg/R4vtYsVICcI/AAAAAAAAACU/MQQNmVrq_x8/s320/townhouse.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155475206928075202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just need to make more $$$ so I can afford my habits in this city.  What do you think about this little &lt;a href="http://www.lesliejgarfield.com/index.cfm?action=Properties&amp;amp;subaction=detail&amp;amp;AptID=383652&amp;amp;aptpub=9505"&gt;place&lt;/a&gt;?  It's only $6.1 million freaking dollars!  We passed this walking to the MoMA and just for grins I got the address and realtor's name.  HOLY SHIT!  I'm never gonna make that kinda cash, but I'm sure with enough roommates we could afford it.  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4768341652891942560-4319622623514897543?l=travelingirladventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travelingirladventures.blogspot.com/feeds/4319622623514897543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4768341652891942560&amp;postID=4319622623514897543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4768341652891942560/posts/default/4319622623514897543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4768341652891942560/posts/default/4319622623514897543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travelingirladventures.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-heart-ny.html' title='I &quot;heart&quot; NY'/><author><name>travelin' girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17076067191690602638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6xoov7vyIeg/R4vuSsVICdI/AAAAAAAAACc/_RMtxTzUvUY/s72-c/IloveNY.jpe' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4768341652891942560.post-3557826480234203657</id><published>2008-01-05T16:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-05T17:11:50.290-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sick'/><title type='text'>Downside of traveling (hack hack hack)</title><content type='html'>So my blog is called travelin girl adventures for a reason.  I travel.  ALOT!  Mostly for work, but sometimes for fun.  Hoping to do more of the fun stuff soon.  Swiss Miss I so want to go to Austria with you!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I finally succumbed to the bane of all travelers.  I'm SICK!  As in fever, hacking cough, chills, night sweats and  all around feeling like poop!  And this totally sucks b/c I'm supposed to spend next weekend in NY with my other half on our first mini vacation since I moved in last June.  Life's been crazy over the holidays with work and other obligations and we haven't gotten to see much of each other. So we are really looking forward to playing tourist in Manhattan all weekend.  Now I don't know if its going to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course I have no choice about work.  I have six weeks to finish up a project that we kicked off this week and there is a ton of work that needs to happen before the end of six weeks.  So I have to be on site next week.  Sick or no sick.  Thank god for Motrin (vitamin M for those in the know).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_6xoov7vyIeg/R4AACMVICZI/AAAAAAAAAB8/8W1M5vuAB6E/s1600-h/Motrin+comic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_6xoov7vyIeg/R4AACMVICZI/AAAAAAAAAB8/8W1M5vuAB6E/s400/Motrin+comic.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152118011381418386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the only thing allowing me to feel human right now.  (time for more drugs...brb)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok...next dose of Motrin down the gullet.  Back to traveling and being sick.  I'm trying to decide how sick I need to be before I work from home and how much trouble I'd get into for doing so.  I'll decide tomorrow night because my flight back to NY doesn't leave until Monday AM.  I can always cancel at the last minute if I have to.  I'm done complaining now...at least I'm not having surgery like some &lt;a href="http://whenindoubtwearred.blogspot.com/2008/01/going-under-knife-again.html"&gt;people.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm going back to sleep.  I'll be happier later.  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4768341652891942560-3557826480234203657?l=travelingirladventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travelingirladventures.blogspot.com/feeds/3557826480234203657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4768341652891942560&amp;postID=3557826480234203657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4768341652891942560/posts/default/3557826480234203657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4768341652891942560/posts/default/3557826480234203657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travelingirladventures.blogspot.com/2008/01/downside-of-traveling-hack-hack-hack.html' title='Downside of traveling (hack hack hack)'/><author><name>travelin' girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17076067191690602638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_6xoov7vyIeg/R4AACMVICZI/AAAAAAAAAB8/8W1M5vuAB6E/s72-c/Motrin+comic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4768341652891942560.post-105843562653178302</id><published>2007-12-31T12:14:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-23T22:08:31.583-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='presents'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christmas'/><title type='text'>Christmas with the "Clucks"</title><content type='html'>Christmas rocked this year. It was great to go home, I got to see all the family and spend time with my Dad since he had his knee replacement. Mom kept the clucking to a minimum this year. She actually got all the groceries prior to me arriving, the sheets washed and the Christams tree was decorated before I got home.&lt;br /&gt;Ok...enough of the sappy emotional stuff. I got LOOT this year. Dad went all out and I love my watch. He did good and Terri can live to see another day since she helped him pick it out. Thanks Terri!!!! I knew you'd come through for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_6xoov7vyIeg/R3vomsVICWI/AAAAAAAAABk/SXdo6M3XmwA/s1600-h/Movado+Watch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 132px; height: 132px;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_6xoov7vyIeg/R3vomsVICWI/AAAAAAAAABk/SXdo6M3XmwA/s200/Movado+Watch.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150966350260734306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_6xoov7vyIeg/R3mvkMVICVI/AAAAAAAAABc/gBkFgMT2DHo/s1600-h/Christmas+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_6xoov7vyIeg/R3mvkMVICVI/AAAAAAAAABc/gBkFgMT2DHo/s200/Christmas+014.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150340685194856786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was our Christmas tree and I swear every year we say we aren't going overboard and this is what the tree looks like each year. And its just us! Eight adults and no little children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my brother and his girlfriend did absolutely awesome getting me my present as well. Check this neat little item out. Perfect for those of us who travel all the time. :) It's a &lt;a href="http://www.scandiadown.com/parent.asp?product=P423x&amp;amp;dept%5Fid=13400"&gt;travel pillow&lt;/a&gt; that folds out and becomes a feather cove&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_6xoov7vyIeg/R3vossVICXI/AAAAAAAAABs/j4f82V_STuk/s1600-h/Pillow+present.jpe"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 168px; height: 138px;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_6xoov7vyIeg/R3vossVICXI/AAAAAAAAABs/j4f82V_STuk/s200/Pillow+present.jpe" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150966453339949426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;r for the hotel pillow. This is too cool and I'm totally loving it. I got other stuff as well. Mom has been buying this crystal for me and I can't remember the pattern name, but every time she goes antiquing and finds another piece she buys it for me. Of course I have no where to put it because I live in a 700 sq ft condo with my other half and my cat. There is no room at the inn. Tee hee, a little Christmas humor for everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, Christmas with the Clucks was a roaring success and I'm sorry its over now and I'm back home. But then again after four days with my family I'm ready for a break. Hope everyone had a happy holiday and here's to a great New Year's!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4768341652891942560-105843562653178302?l=travelingirladventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travelingirladventures.blogspot.com/feeds/105843562653178302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4768341652891942560&amp;postID=105843562653178302' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4768341652891942560/posts/default/105843562653178302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4768341652891942560/posts/default/105843562653178302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travelingirladventures.blogspot.com/2007/12/christams-with-clucks.html' title='Christmas with the &quot;Clucks&quot;'/><author><name>travelin' girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17076067191690602638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6xoov7vyIeg/R3vomsVICWI/AAAAAAAAABk/SXdo6M3XmwA/s72-c/Movado+Watch.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4768341652891942560.post-6089459632663205760</id><published>2007-12-30T18:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-31T11:58:34.493-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Calling all elves</title><content type='html'>I get woken up on Saturday morning before Christams with a phone call from my father singing &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Calling all elves, calling all elves, Santa is calling all elves"&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Me: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Dad this elf isn't driving home until tomorrow."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Oh...Ok.  I guess I'm getting a DVD player for Christmas."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: still waking up pre coffee &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Huh?!?  What are you talking about?"&lt;/span&gt;  (and yes he was getting a DVD player for Christmas b/c his POS is dying)&lt;br /&gt;Dad: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"UPS delivered a DVD player from Circuit City guess that's mine.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;Me: cursing the stupidity of Circuit City NOT placing the DVD box in another box before shipping &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Dad, I'll be home tomorrow, go take a pain pill and put Mom on the phone"&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mom, keep him out of the closet and go count boxes so I know if I'm missing any.  There should be at least 9 but 2 may be showing up Christmas eve.  Call me back if any are missing.  I'm going to go run all the errands I need to before packing up tonight and leaving tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I proceed to hang up with my family and go run the nine thousand errands that haven't been taken care of because I've been in NY for the last month.  This includes getting my hair done, picking up and dropping off dry cleaning, buying duplicates of all my toiletries so I can leave a set in NY so I can whiz through airport screening every week, buying last minute Christmas presents and organizing everything so I can fit it in my car before heading back to South Carolina for Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the f'ing holidays.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4768341652891942560-6089459632663205760?l=travelingirladventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travelingirladventures.blogspot.com/feeds/6089459632663205760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4768341652891942560&amp;postID=6089459632663205760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4768341652891942560/posts/default/6089459632663205760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4768341652891942560/posts/default/6089459632663205760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travelingirladventures.blogspot.com/2007/12/calling-all-elves.html' title='Calling all elves'/><author><name>travelin' girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17076067191690602638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4768341652891942560.post-7205815145763946026</id><published>2007-12-19T10:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-19T10:00:34.565-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christmas'/><title type='text'>This is your brain on drugs (part deux)</title><content type='html'>I love my father. I really really do, but sometimes I wonder what planet he is on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Christmas is quickly approaching and for once, my family actually put lists together of things they might want for Christmas.  Mind you, no one on the Christmas list is under 25 so the requests tend to get a little larger as we get older.  My BIG wish gift was a new watch.  I put some other items on the list that were way less expensive as well b/c I wanted everyone to have options and not feel obligated to spend lots of $$$ on presents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok...now that we've set the stage (and keeping in mind my &lt;a href="http://travelingirladventures.blogspot.com/2007/12/this-is-your-brain-on-drugs.html"&gt;father is on drugs&lt;/a&gt; right now) this is what I've found out about Christmas so far this year.&lt;br /&gt;Mom - used Yukon Denali ~ 25K&lt;br /&gt;Bro - new rifle ~ no clue but it can't be cheap&lt;br /&gt;Me - new watch ~ according to &lt;a href="http://whenindoubtwearred.blogspot.com/"&gt;Terri &lt;/a&gt;they are spending some cash&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my mother and I are convinced that when the painkillers wear off he's going to look in the garage and say &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Where the F*$K did that Yukon come from and why is it in our garage?.   &lt;/span&gt;And once he's done freaking out about that he's going to wonder where the hell all the $$$ in the bank account went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom and I have agreed we aren't giving our presents back. She's been trying to reign in the spending and getting nowhere.  Because Dad "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Can do what he wants"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No way, no how am I giving that watch back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unless its ugly. At which point I'll blame Terri b/c he enlisted her help in picking it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4768341652891942560-7205815145763946026?l=travelingirladventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travelingirladventures.blogspot.com/feeds/7205815145763946026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4768341652891942560&amp;postID=7205815145763946026' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4768341652891942560/posts/default/7205815145763946026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4768341652891942560/posts/default/7205815145763946026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travelingirladventures.blogspot.com/2007/12/this-is-your-brain-on-drugs-part-deux.html' title='This is your brain on drugs (part deux)'/><author><name>travelin' girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17076067191690602638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4768341652891942560.post-7904398079630208545</id><published>2007-12-18T09:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-18T09:34:33.313-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='surgery'/><title type='text'>This is your brain on drugs</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_6xoov7vyIeg/R2faZ8VICRI/AAAAAAAAAA0/gy78GZIqLS8/s1600-h/drugs01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_6xoov7vyIeg/R2faZ8VICRI/AAAAAAAAAA0/gy78GZIqLS8/s200/drugs01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145321238520400146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of you have actually had the pleasure of meeting my father. He's a big teddy bear whose bark is MUCH worse than his bite. Except for that occasional shot gun farting thing he does...which is absolutely deadly. He's usually laughing his ass off as he does it too...but I digress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy had his right knee replaced a couple of weeks ago...and let the hilarity ensue. First off my father has legs like tree trunks with ZERO fat on them (yea, I hate him), he's needed a knee replacement for YEARS!!!! and he's a big guy. As in a 20 inch neck big guy. The doc doing his surgery took twice as long to do the surgery because (drumroll please) he has lots of muscle, the knee was in much worse shape than originally thought and dad's ligaments wouldn't reattach correctly because he's such a big guy. DUH!!!! Did you actually LOOK at my father before you cut his knee open?!?!?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my mother proceeds to do her clucking thing she does so well while Dad's in surgery and finally recovers once he comes home. She decided to take off the first two weeks because Dad can't be on his own or drive or do any of that stuff that requires full mobility and use of the right knee. Now my parents have been married for almost 37 years, most of them pretty happily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this surgery almost broke them. I was talking to my mom over the weekend finalizing the Christmas presents I was buying b/c she hasn't yet (we won't even discuss the damage I did to my Hilton CC, but at least I got hotel points for them) and she starts talking about Dad being stupid. He regressed into a four year old. Evidence:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;He wants a puppy for Christmas and told my mom he could get one if he wanted to when she pointed out that puppies are a lot of work and we currently have two cats&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He said he was going to drive to the grocery store and when my mom said he wasn't allowed to yet, he said he could if he wanted to and that his dad drove one week after knee replacement surgery &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mom: Just because your father was an idiot doesn't mean you need to be one too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I talked to him while I was at Target on Sat and he said something about going to Lowe's. When I asked him if he was driving, he said he wasn't, but he could if he wanted to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;WTF?!?! When did my father go from being 58 to 4?!?!? If I get a picture of him sitting on Santa's knee I'm running away from home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4768341652891942560-7904398079630208545?l=travelingirladventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travelingirladventures.blogspot.com/feeds/7904398079630208545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4768341652891942560&amp;postID=7904398079630208545' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4768341652891942560/posts/default/7904398079630208545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4768341652891942560/posts/default/7904398079630208545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travelingirladventures.blogspot.com/2007/12/this-is-your-brain-on-drugs.html' title='This is your brain on drugs'/><author><name>travelin' girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17076067191690602638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_6xoov7vyIeg/R2faZ8VICRI/AAAAAAAAAA0/gy78GZIqLS8/s72-c/drugs01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4768341652891942560.post-5439558903428118962</id><published>2007-12-17T10:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-17T11:03:46.223-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Construction site fun!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So after complaining about traveling in my last blog, I thought I'd show you some of the fun I get to have in my job. The JFK airport is building a new terminal the first designed and built since 9/11. Which is a big deal for the Port Authority of NY/NJ. Anyway, construction is getting complete and will be done in time to open in the fall of 2008 and I got to get a tour. The really cool part was seeing all the stuff that goes on "under the wing" while the passengers are herded to their destinations. I also got a bird's eye view of takeoffs and landings which was &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;COOL!!!!!&lt;/span&gt; Here's the pic of us in one of the ground operations towers at JFK.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_6xoov7vyIeg/R2aabMVICOI/AAAAAAAAAAc/HXhYpTnOtBg/s1600-h/Team+Picture+at+JFK.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_6xoov7vyIeg/R2aabMVICOI/AAAAAAAAAAc/HXhYpTnOtBg/s320/Team+Picture+at+JFK.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144969416274348258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;For those of you who don't know &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://www.atwonline.com/channels/routesAirports/article.html?articleID=1191"&gt;Terminal 5&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; used to be the TWA terminal at JFK and since they are defunct now no one was using the old terminal.  Partially because the original terminal building is a historic site now and cannot be changed.   It was really cool to see b/c the terminal is very new agey for when it was built and somewhat of a historic building for airlines.  I know I'm geeking out about this, but since I'm currently doing work for an airline I get to see all the underbelly of how an airline really runs&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_6xoov7vyIeg/R2abeMVICPI/AAAAAAAAAAk/nwZPNDGF-eM/s1600-h/Terminal+5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_6xoov7vyIeg/R2abeMVICPI/AAAAAAAAAAk/nwZPNDGF-eM/s320/Terminal+5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144970567325583602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;Anyway see &lt;a href="http://www.greatbuildings.com/buildings/TWA_at_New_York.html"&gt;pics &lt;/a&gt;of the old TWA building (built by&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:Helvetica,Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:Helvetica,Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;ero Saarinen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;) who also built a bunch of other &lt;a href="http://www.greatbuildings.com/architects/Eero_Saarinen.html"&gt;stuff&lt;/a&gt; including Dulles, (my absolute &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;favorite airport NOT!!!) and read some historical stuff about the building if you so desire. BTW...they can't remove the TWA sign as its part of the historically significant building.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_6xoov7vyIeg/R2adksVICQI/AAAAAAAAAAs/nx24KJGM6EE/s1600-h/JFK+Terminal+5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_6xoov7vyIeg/R2adksVICQI/AAAAAAAAAAs/nx24KJGM6EE/s320/JFK+Terminal+5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144972878017988866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;Anyway, that concludes my foray into TWA terminal land. I hope you enjoyed the ride.  Next time you want to take a trip into the wonderfully weird world of my brain, I hope you think of Strangeland air.  Thanks for flying!  Have a nice day! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4768341652891942560-5439558903428118962?l=travelingirladventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travelingirladventures.blogspot.com/feeds/5439558903428118962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4768341652891942560&amp;postID=5439558903428118962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4768341652891942560/posts/default/5439558903428118962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4768341652891942560/posts/default/5439558903428118962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travelingirladventures.blogspot.com/2007/12/construction-site-fun.html' title='Construction site fun!!!'/><author><name>travelin' girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17076067191690602638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_6xoov7vyIeg/R2aabMVICOI/AAAAAAAAAAc/HXhYpTnOtBg/s72-c/Team+Picture+at+JFK.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4768341652891942560.post-8426110828205421415</id><published>2007-12-14T16:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-16T21:24:46.860-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Woohoo blog #1 in my new world</title><content type='html'>So in my last post I promised to blog at least twice a month.  So here's the first one for the month of Decemeber.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far I've been in NYC (Queens/Forest Hills) for two weeks and I've worked hellacious hours.  I knew I'd be working a lot and I was all for that plus traveling which I like.  The part I don't like is flight delays.  And being winter, I'm almost guaranteed to be delayed on a regular basis.  I wish there was some way to just teleport from place to place.  :)  I so wish Star Trek was real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, life is good.  I'm sooo ready for Christmas and some time off to spend with my family.  And speaking of my family, I've come to the conclusion that my father has lost his ever loving mind.  He had knee replacement surgery the Monday after Thanksgiving and has since decided to blow things out this Christmas.  My Mother got a freaking Yukon Denali fully loaded.  She's afraid when my father comes off the pain killers he's going to look in the garage and wonder where the hell that vehicle came from.  She's told me she's not returning it no matter what.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, life is still crazy and will continue to be that way for quite some time.  I'll blog more later, but now I have to pack for my most likely delayed flight tomorrow morning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4768341652891942560-8426110828205421415?l=travelingirladventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travelingirladventures.blogspot.com/feeds/8426110828205421415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4768341652891942560&amp;postID=8426110828205421415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4768341652891942560/posts/default/8426110828205421415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4768341652891942560/posts/default/8426110828205421415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travelingirladventures.blogspot.com/2007/12/woohoo-blog-1-in-my-new-world.html' title='Woohoo blog #1 in my new world'/><author><name>travelin' girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17076067191690602638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4768341652891942560.post-7739356850758684362</id><published>2007-11-26T10:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-26T10:37:40.144-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I suck!</title><content type='html'>I realized this weekend while I was at my parents for Thanksgiving that I haven't blogged in almost two months. WTF?!?!?!  That means one of two things...I either have an extremely boring life or I suck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now after looking back over the last two months of my life, I've decided it's not boring.  It's chaotic as hell. Between traveling, not traveling, trying to have a social life with friends, getting the car fixed, trips to DC with the girls, shopping adventures with Terri, and trying to occasionally get in some quality time with my boyfriend...my life is complicated.  Ergo...I suck!  I'm okay with sucking, but I have to attempt to do better at this blogging thing. If for no other reason than to entertain myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's my new promise..I do solemnly swear to blog at least twice a month!  There you go, I've made a promise, sworn on it and now I have to keep it.  We'll see how long this lasts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On to&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_6xoov7vyIeg/R0rn6uLeddI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ACYbxgf3aAw/s1600-h/snoopy.jpe"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_6xoov7vyIeg/R0rn6uLeddI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ACYbxgf3aAw/s320/snoopy.jpe" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137173320984065490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; more interesting topics.  I'm going to NY for work for four months!  Woohoo...I'm doing the happy dance.  This is step one in the process of eventually living in the Big Apple and being better than Sex in the City.  :)  Now for the bad news...I'm going to be in Queens and I have to come home every weekend because they won't pay for my hotel on the weekends.  :(  But I'm one train stop out of Manhattan so that's great. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm only only two weeks away from my final transfer conversation with they guy who should be my new boss.  And hopefully this means a FAT pay raise which I desperately need.  For so many reasons I'm not going into right now, but suffice it to say my financial life needs an overhaul.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to work or at least pretending to work until tomorrow night when I leave for Jamaica.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jamaica, NY that is.  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4768341652891942560-7739356850758684362?l=travelingirladventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travelingirladventures.blogspot.com/feeds/7739356850758684362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4768341652891942560&amp;postID=7739356850758684362' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4768341652891942560/posts/default/7739356850758684362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4768341652891942560/posts/default/7739356850758684362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travelingirladventures.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-suck.html' title='I suck!'/><author><name>travelin' girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17076067191690602638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_6xoov7vyIeg/R0rn6uLeddI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ACYbxgf3aAw/s72-c/snoopy.jpe' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4768341652891942560.post-3805646334814573401</id><published>2007-09-24T16:48:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-02-23T22:08:06.094-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='driving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='police'/><title type='text'>I've inherited the family curse!</title><content type='html'>It's official people. I've inherited the family curse. At least one of them. :) My father has a really really bad habit of getting speeding tickets, wrecking cars and occasionally taking out a parked car or a mailbox. My brother also has the family police curse with tickets, various driving offenses (I won't completely rat him out here, but he's reformed these days :) ) and a love affair with fast cars. I thought I had gotten rid of my police curse about seven years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WAS WRONG!!!! Since May 1, I've had some god awful luck with police and general mayhem with cars. Here's the rundown.&lt;br /&gt;May 1 - the Starbucks barista attempted suicide using my windshield. He was unsuccessful. I was grilled by no less than four cops before they decided it wasn't my fault that he decide to FACEPLANT on my windshield. I'm out my deductible and 5K worth of damage. There's go the clean driving record I was getting back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June 1 - driving a PT Cruiser I get a speeding ticket on I 95 for 80 in a 65. Like everyone on the planet wasn't speeding, but I get pulled in a PT Cruiser rental car. Explain to me how you can get pulled over in a POS PT Cruiser on a Friday afternoon. Kiss my drivin record totally good buy now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;July 1 -&lt;a href="http://www.courts.state.va.us/publications/hb_3202.pdf"&gt;Abusive driver fees &lt;/a&gt;go into effect. I put a lawyer on retainer cuz I know me or my other half are going to need one. Ok I didn't actually put one on retainer, but I found the lawyer he used and made sure to keep the lawyers card and the driving school card so we'd have them if we need them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sept 24 - Get pulled over again on I 95 southbound this time. And it's a sheriffs deputy who's been following me for 15 MILES!!!!! I'm screwed. But I get a break, I get a written warning and why do I get a written warning you ask. Because I can turn on the dumb southern blond at the drop of a hat. And it worked this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Officer: Do you know why I pulled you over?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me: Officer&lt;/em&gt; (bats eyelashes)&lt;em&gt; I have absolutely no idea. Did I do something wrong?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Office: blah, blah blah, speeding, blah lane change, blah, blah, blah inspection&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me: I'm so so sorry I had no idea I wasn't using my signal. I could have sworn I did. And I do have my inspection sticker. I just had this little accident earlier this summer and someone hit the windshield and I had to get a new one &lt;/em&gt;(see may 1)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Officer: Let me go run some things and I'll be back&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me: &lt;/em&gt;praying as he goes back to the F'ing Dodge Charger!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Officer: I need to warn you about a couple of things. Doing over 80 on the Interstate is an automatic reckless driving ticket &lt;/em&gt;(see July 1 for fees&lt;em&gt;)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me: Oh my god!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Officer: Switching lanes with no signal could be constituted as aggressive driving&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me: Oh my god!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Officer: Your fine having the inspection sticker in the car, but you should probably have the station replace your sticker.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me: I certainly will sir.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Officer: Here's your written warning, slow down and have a nice day.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me: I will, thank you!&lt;/em&gt; (gushing voice)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, blond and dumb wins again! Woohoo! The moral of this story is don't speed in Stafford County and if you get pulled over, pray its a local yokel and not a state guy. And lil bro, if you read this, take your damn cop luck back. I'm tired of it! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4768341652891942560-3805646334814573401?l=travelingirladventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travelingirladventures.blogspot.com/feeds/3805646334814573401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4768341652891942560&amp;postID=3805646334814573401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4768341652891942560/posts/default/3805646334814573401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4768341652891942560/posts/default/3805646334814573401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travelingirladventures.blogspot.com/2007/09/ive-inherited-family-curse.html' title='I&apos;ve inherited the family curse!'/><author><name>travelin' girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17076067191690602638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4768341652891942560.post-1069502825365965773</id><published>2007-09-20T15:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-20T15:17:05.282-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What Does Business Casual Mean?</title><content type='html'>For those of you who know me, you know I work for a conservative law firm type of consulting company. Three piece suits, rich old white guys running the place, everyone here has a certain look. I got the evil eye for going into my office on a Friday in jeans to pick up some paperwork. Nevermind I was OFF that day and not working, but anywhoo. I'm working at a commercial client site whose philosophy on business casual is shorts!!! Granted we won't get that comfy at the client site, but there is no need to wear a tie, and god forbid one of our team walk in wearing a suit. We'd think they were sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this week we get a new group of guys some out of NY, a couple out of DC and we tell them Client X is VERY BUSINESS CASUAL. Fast forward to the teams landing onsite this week. You could totally tell at lunch who has been onsite for a while and who hasn't. The suits (new team) were at one end and the biz casual (my team) were at the other end of the lunch table. It's quite amusing to me, but underscores a very complex problem for those of us in a business environment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTH does business casual really mean? Suit and no tie, khakis and a polo, slacks and a button down sans jacket for men???? Pantyhose or no pantyhose for women, how short can the skirt be, do khakis work for us as well as for the men??? The sights at my current client site are scary...the run the gamut from $1000 suits to raggedy cargo shorts and ripped t shirts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So where do you fall on the busienss casual spectrum. I'm a dress pants and shirt girl with a kicking pair of shoes. Shoes cover a multitude of evils if you wear them correctly. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4768341652891942560-1069502825365965773?l=travelingirladventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travelingirladventures.blogspot.com/feeds/1069502825365965773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4768341652891942560&amp;postID=1069502825365965773' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4768341652891942560/posts/default/1069502825365965773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4768341652891942560/posts/default/1069502825365965773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travelingirladventures.blogspot.com/2007/09/what-does-business-casual-mean.html' title='What Does Business Casual Mean?'/><author><name>travelin' girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17076067191690602638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4768341652891942560.post-2337516151889679598</id><published>2007-09-18T13:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T14:05:03.093-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='running'/><title type='text'>My First 5K</title><content type='html'>Running update. I suck at running...not to mention I'm truly awful on the whole follow thru thing. So for grins and giggles, I decide to make sure I can actually make it thru a 5K seeing as how I'm not sure I can remember the last time I walked 3.2 miles for any reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sooo...Wednesday AM I head to the gym and walk 3.2 miles on the treadmill. In 50 minutes. I'm thinking no problem. I can do a little better than that on Saturday and hopefully not make a complete idiot of myself at the race. Fast forward to Saturday AM at the race. First off there's a ton of people around to see me humiliate myself...joy. Second I know I'm going to get totally smoked by the kids there because we have two cross country teams and a softball team running. More joy. At least I got to see some pretty dogs before the race.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 am and we're off. I run for about 90 seconds max and decide I feel like I'm dying and slow to a walk. No biggie...I knew I was going to walk. Five minutes later my shins are screaming and I've been passed by god knows how many people and their dogs. First off the race was on one road that the Cobb County Sheriffs department closed for FORTY FIVE minutes (see note about 50 minutes to walk 3.2 miles). So you walk half of the race and then turn around and walk back for the other half. And the posting of the race said it was FLAT. They lied!!!! It was hilly and I'm not ready for hills. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm almost at the one mile mark and woosh there goes the first guy to pass me COMING THE OTHER WAY. Which means he's almost to the finish line and I'm not even one mile in. Ok..I can do this. Just not as fast as that guy. Or the next one or the next 100 people. LOL...but I finished. In 54:36 and I wasn't LAST!!!! WOOHOO!!! So I at least attained my goals for my first race. BTW...last place was a woman who gave birth 4 1/2 weeks ago. But I wasn't last. :)  And we raised enough money for 20 surgeries for&lt;a href="http://www.smiletrain.org/site/PageServer"&gt; The Smile Train&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bad part is I'm probably going to do another one. What the hell is wrong with me?!?!?! But first I have to get my time down to below 45 minutes so they don't open the road back up on me and I get run over. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4768341652891942560-2337516151889679598?l=travelingirladventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travelingirladventures.blogspot.com/feeds/2337516151889679598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4768341652891942560&amp;postID=2337516151889679598' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4768341652891942560/posts/default/2337516151889679598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4768341652891942560/posts/default/2337516151889679598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travelingirladventures.blogspot.com/2007/09/my-first-5k.html' title='My First 5K'/><author><name>travelin' girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17076067191690602638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4768341652891942560.post-5478806262175966668</id><published>2007-09-13T13:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-13T13:20:50.700-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><title type='text'>The Rest of the Weekend</title><content type='html'>Sunday rolls around and we decide to be slugs. I'm not sure we did anything that day. Until it was time to meet her parents and aunt and uncle for dinner at...drum roll please...The Dodging Duck. Where I know the beer is GOOD! Off we go, driving down I 10 and the mini tank starts acting a little funny. Because, as far as we know at this point, the rear passenger rim is bent all to hell and back. Which in my infinite wisdom decide to play stupid about and go "I don't know what happened to the tire". Swiss Miss isn't going along yet, but this is pre beer. I'll keep working on her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner was strained, I stepped in at LEAST two different piles of family shit b/c I didn't see it and the warning kick from chica was WAY late in comng. Oh well, I have beer and stuffed mushrooms, I'm happy. :) Time to leave, I'm driving and we decide to have a smoky treat before we leave. Standing around the passenger side of the mini tank and HOLY SHIT did she screw up that truck. Front rim has scrapes, entire passenger side doors have holes and scrapes and the rear tire rim looks WAY worse during the day. No way we can do the dumb blonde routine on this one. AND the stupid traction control lights are coming on as I drive home. This is going to require another insurance claim and a rental mini tank return. Woosh...there goes another $500.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suffice it to say, we decide to stay home and drink from the kegerator (while its still in her possession) on Monday. No biggie. And the hits keep on coming on Monday. Wake up, drink coffee, go potty, and the water softener blows up. ITS LABOR DAY!!! That's going to cost big bucks!!! Meanwhile realtors are calling and want to show the house. Ok...come on in, ignore the plumbers that cost a ton and excuse the fact that we have pitchers of beer and haven't showered yet today. Stay up wind...it doesn't smell as bad that way. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plumbers = $550&lt;br /&gt;Lease water softenener = $300&lt;br /&gt;Insurance Claim = $500&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total is now up to roughly $2300. I got off cheap with my ticket and my first class upgrade. So aside from the monetary outlays, it was a great weekend. Beer, conversations, movies, good food, a little housework, a little talking someone off the ledge a couple of times and one hell of hangover on Tuesday. Yep, all in all a good weekend for me. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4768341652891942560-5478806262175966668?l=travelingirladventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travelingirladventures.blogspot.com/feeds/5478806262175966668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4768341652891942560&amp;postID=5478806262175966668' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4768341652891942560/posts/default/5478806262175966668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4768341652891942560/posts/default/5478806262175966668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travelingirladventures.blogspot.com/2007/09/rest-of-weekend.html' title='The Rest of the Weekend'/><author><name>travelin' girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17076067191690602638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4768341652891942560.post-1469111325184695159</id><published>2007-09-12T08:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-12T09:43:17.692-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><title type='text'>Saturday of Labor Day weekend</title><content type='html'>I'm a slacker blogger. I was off to a great start and fell by the wayside after a couple of posts. Mea culpa, but then again that's my MO. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Labor Day Weekend was great fun...at least for me. For SAT chica, aka Swiss miss, it was one expensive and painful weekend. Quick update for those that don't know...Swiss miss is currently in the midst of a divorce with all the fun that entails, like unloading a house, a husband and excess baggage. Anywho...weekend update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I arrive in SAT around 10:30 local time and for those of you who have never flown from DC to SAT that means I left DC at 6 FREAKING AM!!!! Again, not one of my brighter moments, but i was all about the cost benefit. Maximum time in San Antonio at minimum price. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swiss Miss picks me up and she's driving a mini tank (aka &lt;a href="http://www.chrysler.com/en/2007/aspen/"&gt;Chrysler Aspen&lt;/a&gt;) cuz smart girl smashed up her Benz the previous weekend. We'll forgive her, because she's not used to having to look for other cars in the driveway anymore. :) Back to story...she's in pain! Back issues which is another story entirely, but moving on. She decides she needs drugs right freaking now! So where do we go, for an anti inflammatory and pain killers....Mom and Dad of course! Get drugs, go to the local Doc in the Box where we wait for two hours. She needs help standing up and I get a great &lt;a href="http://www.foodnetwork.com/food/recipes/recipe/0,1977,FOOD_9936_36203,00.html"&gt;sandwich recipe &lt;/a&gt;off the Food Network. Girlfriend comes out with three prescriptions and decides that she's fine and don't need no stinking cortisone shot. Whatever!!! I drag her ass back in tell the doc to shoot her up. I'm thinking we have lots of drinking and talking to do which means she needs to be semi functional. Total around $300 for doc and prescriptions. Keep a tab guys, this is just the beginning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to the Dodging Duck for beer food and BEER!!! I've been waiting all day to partake in a tasty beverage. Conversation ensued, beer was drunk (to the tune of about 80 bucks) pretzel and hot wing bites were eaten. Oh yeah, the recruiter who enticed me to my current company was sitting at the table next to us and we finally figured out how we knew each other. WEIRD! I knew she moved to SAT, but that was just strange to see her there. Thank god I wasn't totally inebriated yet. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on to Saturday night. Swiss Miss and I decide to get dressed up like the smoking hot 30 somethings we are (LMAO) and head over to this local cuban bar for drinks and live music. After ordering a round, she realizes she forgot her camera and heads back to the homestead to pick it up. Meanwhile I'm hovering around a couple of chairs, because this place is packed. I manage to snake two chairs and am protecting them with my life from the squatters all around until she makes her way back to the bar. Forever later, she shows back up and informs me that she took out the brick retaining wall in front of her house b/c she's driving the f'ing mini tank. That's at least $500 to fix the wall. (Total is now hovering around $900). Two or three rounds later we decide to head home before the bar closes and it becomes completely nuts trying to get out of the parking lot. Fall into bed and sleep like the dead until 7 AM. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll get to the rest of the expensive weekend tomorrow. I actually have to work now. Dammit!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4768341652891942560-1469111325184695159?l=travelingirladventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travelingirladventures.blogspot.com/feeds/1469111325184695159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4768341652891942560&amp;postID=1469111325184695159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4768341652891942560/posts/default/1469111325184695159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4768341652891942560/posts/default/1469111325184695159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travelingirladventures.blogspot.com/2007/09/saturday-of-labor-day-weekend.html' title='Saturday of Labor Day weekend'/><author><name>travelin' girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17076067191690602638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4768341652891942560.post-2999988925341806537</id><published>2007-08-30T10:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-12T08:35:38.003-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='running'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Day 2 of the New Couch Potato to 5K running adventures:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4:30 AM - cuss the alarm clock hit the snooze&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4:39 AM - hit snooze again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4:59 AM - crawl out of bed becuase I'm in PAIN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5:20 AM - Arrive at the gym and weigh myself. Holy Shit! No more desert for me...there went that "I've been traveling for three months and haven't gained any weight" bragging I've been doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5:25 AM - Begin the second day of 90 second / 60 second torture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea how well I did this morning. First off I'm in pain. The entire lower left side of my body hates me right now. Second, the f'ing treadmill kept changining the way it was counting time. First it was backwards from 30 minutes then it was forward and then it was backwards and by that point I can't breathe, my face looks like a tomato, I've had NO coffee and I said Screw it. Hit stop and started over at minute 12 something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I attempted to do another 18 minutes to hit thirty and decided that I didn't need to be that stupid or gung ho this early in the program. Cut back to another 12 of which I think I walked the last 7. So I'm still doing this, but I'm going to be much slower than the program says to go, but hey I need to function during the day. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6:08 AM - Back in the car and heading for the hotel to shower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really need to get something to put on my seats. I don't think leather and sweat going very well together. Do you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4768341652891942560-2999988925341806537?l=travelingirladventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travelingirladventures.blogspot.com/feeds/2999988925341806537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4768341652891942560&amp;postID=2999988925341806537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4768341652891942560/posts/default/2999988925341806537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4768341652891942560/posts/default/2999988925341806537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travelingirladventures.blogspot.com/2007/08/day-2-of-new-couch-potato-to-5k-running.html' title=''/><author><name>travelin' girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17076067191690602638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4768341652891942560.post-3419373942082482045</id><published>2007-08-29T20:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-30T09:45:18.779-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='running'/><title type='text'>What the hell was I thinking?!?!?!?</title><content type='html'>I'm going to Atlanta next month to visit a girlfriend I haven't seen in a while. We are both somewhat broke and need to find something to do that's fun and cheap. It's Atlanta, this should be a fairly easy thing to accomplish. ATL girlfriend decides that the "fun, cheap" attraction is to run a 5K. Keeping in mind I've NEVER run anything in my life. In a moment of complete insanity, I agree...with the provision that's there's mimosas after the run. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So because my ATL girlfriend convinced me to sign up for that 5K in September when I go see her AND I've been working out for a year AND I no longer smoke, I've decided to give running a try. So...I go online and look for a good beginner's program to start running/learn to run. I find a pretty good one called Couch potato to 5K in 8 weeks. I think "Perfect! No problem, I can do this". &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;WRONG!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OH MY GOD, was I wrong. So days 1, 2 and 3 are &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Brisk five-minute warmup walk. I do this at 3.7 mph on the treadmill with ease. NO problem! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then alternate 60 seconds of jogging and 90 seconds of walking for a total of 20 minutes. Ok...this first two or three iterations weren't so bad. By the sixth one, I was hitting my pass out zone on the heartrate monitor within 35 seconds of jogging. Which for the record was ONLY 4.5 MPH!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In addition, because I'm in a complete fog at 5 AM, I forgot that the first workout was only 20 min and set the treadmill for 30 thereby completing a 5 min warm up and 25 min of walk/jog. Yeah, right! I got 5 min of warm up, 17 min of walk/jog and the last 8 were strictly walking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I suck. And I thought this was going to be breeze becasue I can do 45 min of strenuous cardo on the elliptical trainer no problem. Oh boy, was I ever wrong! The true test is if I go back tomorrow morning for more torture. Updates to follow! LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4768341652891942560-3419373942082482045?l=travelingirladventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travelingirladventures.blogspot.com/feeds/3419373942082482045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4768341652891942560&amp;postID=3419373942082482045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4768341652891942560/posts/default/3419373942082482045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4768341652891942560/posts/default/3419373942082482045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travelingirladventures.blogspot.com/2007/08/what-hell-was-i-thinking.html' title='What the hell was I thinking?!?!?!?'/><author><name>travelin' girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17076067191690602638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4768341652891942560.post-2661203866160341572</id><published>2007-08-29T11:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-29T21:26:43.308-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I love my cat...</title><content type='html'>Ok...So on Friday morning I felt something on Tabitha's (aka Baby Girl) back that felt like a lump. So I panic, call the vet and get an appointment for Friday evening. While we are there, we get her blood work done (she's old!) and one of her every three years shots. They stuck her three times to draw blood and I could hear her screaming in the other room. Loud screaming...the kind that all cat owners (aka as cat servants) know. The one that says your killing me and as soon as I get off this table you're dead meat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soooo...two hundred dollars and one very pissed off cat later here's the results:&lt;br /&gt;Lump = muscle. Obviously Baby Girl has been working out (like her servant) and has an overdeveloped muscle over her shoulder blades (unlike her servant)&lt;br /&gt;Blood work = perfect. Except for the three new holes in Baby Girl&lt;br /&gt;Shot = she hid in the closet all day Saturday and didn't come out until Sun afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my cat, but damn! There goes those purple suede boots I was going to buy. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4768341652891942560-2661203866160341572?l=travelingirladventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travelingirladventures.blogspot.com/feeds/2661203866160341572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4768341652891942560&amp;postID=2661203866160341572' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4768341652891942560/posts/default/2661203866160341572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4768341652891942560/posts/default/2661203866160341572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travelingirladventures.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-love-my-cat.html' title='I love my cat...'/><author><name>travelin' girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17076067191690602638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
