Spooked!

I really hate Halloween. I am such a scaredy cat. I hate those Haunted House things that are so popular. I know they are just folks but I don't want the you know what scared out of me, thank you very much. I don't understand why some people like that.

I even read an article about one Haunted place where one of the actors chased a woman to her car with some kind of weapon. Really! How does that equate fun?

When I was a kid, I never had a great Halloween. I was the kid whose bag broke or whose costume tore. In spite of this, I do have some good trick or treat memories.

One year, when I was in about sixth grade I borrowed a mask and got on my knees by the front door of our house and tricked my mother into thinking I was a little kid. I even said," Twick or Tweat." She fell for it.

I remember an old lady on our street who gave out candy corn. She would scoop a giant spoon into a bowl and then shake it and shake it and finally spill it into your waiting bag. It would go from a gigantic spoonful to a few kernels before she dropped it. I think she was a witch. The meanest couple on our street always were really really nice on Halloween. Maybe they were some kind of goblins. She always made cookies.

Now, kids, things were different then. Don't ever accept unwrapped candy or cookies or an apple from somebody you barely know or don't know at all. Get your cookies from your mom or your auntie. Things are just not the same.

When I was in third grade my mom made me a princess dress with nylon net sleeves that had glitter on them...boy, did they itch. Then in the fifth grade, she made me be the knave of hearts and I even carried one of her date nut tarts which I demolished(and I don't mean I ate it) during the Halloween parade. In the sixth grade, all the girls wanted to be cigarette girls. How funny is that? And they were too. Funny, I don't remember if I was one or not but I do remember begging.

As a grown up I never had any great costumes. Once, I went as a bag of garbage and my husband was a bag of leaves. I even found a chenille bee on a wire to attach to my head. One year at school, I dressed up as a little boy with a black eye and a baseball cap. I'm sure I drove everyone crazy with my "Gus Gesing" get up. I also had a giraffe mask that I got at the San Diego zoo and I wore that for a few years. It scared my kids to death.

Now we go out on Halloween and don't do the trick or treat thing anymore. We did it for so many years but we hardly get any kids here so I don't bother. Can't say I miss it either.

After all , it is just an excuse to get candy and scare people, isn't it?

BOO!

Scared you didn't I??

Cheaters

I heard today that students have a much easier time cheating on term papers because of the Internet. However, teachers also have a leg up as there is now cheat detecting software. Plagiarists beware! With all the cut and paste options there are out there, I'm not surprised that students are tempted to cheat. I hated writing term papers--well, that isn't exactly true--I hated typing them and typing the footnotes was the worse so I wished I didn't have to use any sources but that never happened. Kids now don['t appreciate how easy it is to write a paper. All the resources on line and all the cutting and pasting have made things a lot easier but I don't suppose one would appreciate that unless you had hunched over a manual typewriter at 3 AM!
Some commentator from ESPN cheated on his wife with some young girl...who then felt comfortable harassing his son and his wife on line and was willing to answer any questions the wife wanted to ask. What an accommodating girl! No wonder he slept with her. She had such a generous nature. And,frankly, she wasn't even that good looking. If you are going to jeopardize your entire life you should at least do it with someone who is gorgeous!
Dave Letterman has been taking it on the chin for being a cheater and I heard his wife insisted he apologize on his show. Well, good for her! And good for him that he did it. I have to say to the girls who fell for his line,see the last line in the last paragraph!
But the cheater who upset me the most this week was Tinkerbell! Yep, you heard me. She is stepping out on Peter Pan. Can you imagine that? She practically had Wendy killed by the lost boys over Peter and now she is off with some boy fairy in her new movie. Apparently they are teaming up to solve whatever the movie's problem might be. Now that is sacrilege!!!! Everybody knows that Tink was willing to die for Peter and she would never ever fall for another guy. I'm sure Walt Disney is rolling over in his grave!
Cheating is easy but it does have dire consequences. Just ask Dave.

A Sinking Craft

I have been a crafter for all of my adult life although in recent years I have kept it to a minimum because(to tell the truth) I got a little sick of it.
My specialty is angels. It used to be wreaths and floral arrangements and then dolls. They were all fun but as I said I got sick of doing them.
Well, for some reason, the bug rebit me and I am making my angels once again and I'm going to be in two craft shows. My old teaching partner is still a crafter and she offered to share a table with me. Tables can be pretty pricey and if you don't sell much(or anything which does happen) it is pretty much a waste of a day.
I am thinking positive though and believing that I will have success.
I am recalling some of the things that used to get my goat at those craft fairs though. Customers who only have a fifty dollar bill are annoying and they usually show up first thing in the morning(after a bank visit I'm sure).
Then there are the gawkers who say,"Oh these are just beautiful" and then walk away. Or the ones who tell their friends how cute your items are and such a reasonable price and then walk away.
Plus it always smells kinda like hot dogs at these things which is ok for awhile but gets old fast.
Being creative is a blessing until you try to sell your stuff!

Shiny Stuff

There is something outside my window and it is all shiny and making me squint and I'm not sure what it is. Wait...wait....OHMYGOSH! I think it is sunlight!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
There has been a definite lack of sunshine around here lately and let me tell you waking up to gray every day is no picnic. You feel kind of lethargic and unable to do much of anything. If you dust your house, you feel like you accomplished a Herculean task.
Reading a book helps to pass the time as does watching a movie but it doesn't help to alleviate the down in the dumps feeling for very long because when you look up, the sun is still not there.
When you wake up in the morning, it is gray and gloomy. When you go to bed at night, it is still gray and gloomy just the dark of night covers it up...but you know it's there.
Depression or SADD is something all of us in NE Ohio have to battle every winter. You should see us on a sunny winter day! We are out walking and skiing and skating and shopping and hiking. We are bundled up but we are wearing our sunglasses!! Oh, joy!
Last weekend it had been so dark and gloomy we decided to drive to the sun. Fortunately for us, that was only about an hour or so from home and by the time we got back from our adventure it was even a little bit sunny here.
The sunshine here is notorious for showing up around one hour before sunset. That is just as frustrating as you might imagine. It's usually too late to get outside and do anything and you might just be fixing dinner so there's no time to grab the sunglasses and get out and enjoy it.
Vitamin D deficiency is a big problem here too. I have it and I know a lot of others have it too. I have a pact with myself that on every sunny day I am going to go stand in my driveway for 15 minutes and face the sun and soak up the vitamin D...even if it's freezing...AND even if my neighbors think I'm off my rocker!

Double Trouble

So how many people do you think get orders from two different doctors in the same week for the same pee test? I'm guessing just one--me! I just can't believe how funny it is. I almost laughed out loud when the doc I saw today told me to get one. He was so happy I was already getting one, I thought he was going to burst!
I have incredible luck when it comes to all things medical. I have been diagnosed(and misdiagnosed) with the weirdest things you ever could imagine--none of them life threatening or eve requiring a hospital visit-- it is getting to be a family joke.
I have considered not going to the doctor at all but since I am fast approaching the BIG 6-0, I have to go besides who would give me my meds? I'm no Michael Jackson who could apparently just say drugs and someone said what kind and how many? I actually have to get prescriptions written and they have to do blood work and that's when I get all these strange things wrong with me--that usually aren't anything.
Those two doctors also kidded me about how old I was going to be in less than a month. I told them both I am choosing to celebrate and not mourn and the second Dr. told me he was going to be 59 at the end of the month and frankly I got a shock as I thought he was much older than me(at least 5 years)! Anyway they both came up with the lame joke that the 24 hour pee test is my gift from them! I don't have to do it until I get back from Vegas where the family is celebrating my sixtieth.
So I have to have a bunch of blood drawn again and take the darn test and get a bone scan and five will get you twenty that I am fine. I think they always say "within normal limits" so you're not exactly fine and the tests were all justified.
I have only one worry--how is all that pee going to fit in one jar?? Don't worry ....I won't let you know!

Kooky,Kooky, Lend Me Your Comb

I was telling my best friend about my blog concerning teen idols and she couldn't believe I didn't have a big crush on one of the many she named. She talked about the Beatles and Robert Redford and a bunch of others but one she brought up rang an old bell so to speak.
Ed"Kooky" Burns was on 77 Sunset Strip, an old television show with the coolest intro and theme song--it was way hip...and all the girls wanted Kooky to lend them his comb.
Well, I won't go into the hygienic problems of sharing a comb not to mention it was the late fifties or early sixties and Kooky probably used lots of Brylcreem or some other equally gooey product to keep his D.A. neatly in place. (Don't know what a D.A. is? Look it up!)
Anyway, talk about synchronicity..today I had the television on the old movie channel while I was waiting to go to my Dr. appointment and lo! and behold! There was Ed Burns aka Kooky in some old movie from the fifties about a guy who dated the sister of the beauty queen he really wanted. Ed Burns was the beauty queen's duped boyfriend but if I know my old movies(and believe me I do) the sister and Kooky probably got together. Stupid beauty queen didn't even appreciate that Kooky's comb was the most coveted on all of the Sunset Strip. My appointment interrupted the movie and it was over by the time I got back.(Not that I would have watched it but I just couldn't get over how dated it was and how like Mad Men it was! Kudos to Mad Men for doing great research on the era even though I can't stand the show myself.)
I guess the bottom line is when it comes to affairs of the heart there's no accounting for personal taste(kudos, DH) and one woman's Kooky is another woman's dupe.

Amongst Freunds

Well I had to look today to see what other blogs mine is sandwiched between and I was taken on the most interesting trip to Germany. Yes, all the companion blogs were in German. Not that I am complaining mind you. It just seems weird to be in with a bunch of blogs I can't even read. There was even one blog that was written in letters I didn't even recognize--possibly Russian.
So does that mean that every time a German blogger wants to see what the "next blog" is that they get sent to mine?? Now that would be really weird, no matter how small world and international it is. I can just see some poor German teen or twentysomething coming across my blog now! They would probably think what the Heck is that? and go right on to the next blog. I still cannot download pictures that would be of any interest to anyone but myself and a few close friends and family.
I never send anyone to another website or blog that I find interesting. I'm not exactly sure how to do that either.
I happen to have some German ancestors so I don't have anything against being in their company. It just seems weird....No offence, freund.

Five People

I just saw a poll on Facebook that wanted me to name 5 people I had hanging on my bedroom walls...you know.. like teenagers do. I couldn't take the test.
It isn't like doing those things are beneath me. I have taken the poll of favorite movies, things I can touch from where I am sitting(no cheating), famous people with my first name, favorite bands, favorite teams, favorite tv shows--well, you get the drift.
I couldn't take the bedroom wall one because I never had anyone hanging on my bedroom wall in my life other than family members.
I was a young teen when the Beatles became popular and all the girls were screaming their heads off over one or the other of them. I picked George just because you had to have a favorite Beatle. It was the law..just kidding, it was only the law in junior high. I even went to see one of their movies at the theater and the girls screamed so much you couldn't hear the movie and the projectionist(yes, we still had them back then) threatened to turn the movie off and send everyone home. So, when it started back up the girls just screamed less loudly. I never heard one word of the music or anything....and I just didn't get it.
I never dreamed of a movie star or television hunk being my boyfriend. I was too busy trying to cook up how to become famous myself. I wanted to be a model. I sure was skinny enough but I have really thin lips so forget that. I wanted to be a Broadway star. Too bad my singing voice was only so-so and I was an alto who wanted to be a soprano(not the mob kind). I wanted to be a famous author but I couldn't come up with a concept that would work for more than a short story.
So I had to settle on being the best me I could be. And you know what, it all turned out pretty good. And if I really had to hang someone's picture on my wall now? Well, all you have to do is read some of my previous blogs and you could probably figure out who it would be!

Christmas is coming...

Yep, you heard me right. Christmas is coming and it will be here before we know it. I know it is just around the corner because all the stores are starting to deck their halls. But it isn't even Halloween yet, you ask? Doesn't matter. Christmas is just around the corner.
I know it's true because I already bought one or two Christmas gifts. Never mind that I also bought Christmas gifts in February...I like to plan ahead and I love bargains. All of the nieces and nephews are so grown up now nobody wants Barbie or Transformers or Tinkerbell or Bob the Builder. So I have to let my creativity take over.
It's true the thing they want the most is money--cold hard cash or a gift card to their favorite place (or mine--good ole Target carries everything!) I like to find fun ways to present it. Once I even fashioned money into a rose to present as a gift. I learned how to do it on a craft show but I forget how i did it now. The recipient was baffled as to what it was but once she figured out it was money she was good with it!
I love to give gifts and half the fun is searching for just the right stuff. I have stood in line for a Cabbage Patch doll and have bought every Star Wars action figure ever made. I find out the kids' favorite candy and favorite color to help me find some fun thing to put their gift card with.
I got that idea from my mother who always added some fun candy or other goodie with the money she gave my boy cousins. It seemed to work for her so I adopted the practice. Even my kids do it now that they are grown.
Sometimes I even take notes. My sis and I shop together a lot and so if she really likes something I go home and write it down and the store and either I try to go back or I tell her husband about it. Now, if she read this blog, she knows my secret but that's ok. She knows I have a terrible memory.
I have a special place where I keep gifts so I don't forget I have them. It's part of the memory thing. If I don't put it there I forget. It's true. Once I gave my sis a gift I had had for her about three years and kept forgetting.
After I collect all the gifts I spread them out by family member up in my craft room and decide if I have enough. This usually occurs around Thanksgiving or December 1. It helps me decide what else to get and who to get things for in case I forgot somebody.(which so far, knock wood, I never have)
So, as you can see Christmas is coming. It is right around the corner and I'm ready!

Uninspired

Not every day can be an inspiration. Somehow greeting cards and sappy movies have convinced us that they can and should be. Some days are just days to get through.
Yesterday was one of those days for me. I had been sick on Thursday night and all day Friday(although I did manage a visit to the tea room with my sister) and I slept from 10pm on Friday night until 10am on Saturday morning. SO the day should have flown by, right? Wrong.
We went out for a little while because we needed a new heater for our family room as we gave our old one to our daughter for her new place. That was a big mistake. I was so tired after a half an hour I wished I had stayed home. Even though my new heater looks like a fireplace and is exactly what I wanted, I should have stayed home.
The rest of the day is a blur.....a boring blur. I had no reading material and all the crosswords I tried were beyond my brain power(of which I had very little). I wasn't still sick but I wasn't well either. We did end up eating some dinner and watched a movie(Marley and Me, which was actually quite good). I thought I should go to bed around midnight so I did and of course then I couldn't fall asleep. I must have dozed though because I woke up when DH came to bed around 1 and then I couldn't get back to sleep for an hour!
Finally I camped out on the couch and slept there until around 8 am. So now it is Sunday and I feel pretty normal. I actually watched a food show this morning and the food looked good--not gross so that is a good sign.
DH is on call this weekend so we will stay home again today but I think I can actually do something--probably laundry or putting dishes away or cleaning the sink in the bathroom but at least I'll be occupied and not exactly inspired but not uninspired either!

Talent Round Up Day

Well, talent is a very subjective thing. Sally Field has talent and yet, one time on a talk show, she demonstrated what she considered her talent. She could pick her nose with her tongue. No, I am not kidding. She demonstrated too. So, see what I mean? Subjective!
Everyone is born with talent-hidden or otherwise. I like to think I've been blessed with some talent. I am very creative and able to make some beautiful things like angels and wreaths and floral arrangements. I used to sew too but my eyes and my machine fail me now.
I am blessed with a pretty good sense of humor too. I admit that sometimes I am my own best audience but to tell the truth, I crack myself up! A lot of other people think I am funny too.
I'm a good writer. Maybe not so much on my daily blogs but I wrote a book and it is pretty good. A lot of people who have read it liked it.
I was blessed with the ability to teach. That was a really special talent because it got me my job and made me happy for my whole working career(oh, with some exceptions, but who can be happy every day?)
I think talent should be cultivated and I always looked for it in my students and my own kids and the people around me. I always found it too. In some of my students it was a quickness to catch on or a kind heart. My own kids had talent galore...I am so so not biased in that regard ;)
The bottom line is I believe that everyone has a talent and they and those around them just have to recognize it.
Sometimes talent makes you famous and sometimes talent has nothing to do with it. Just ask that John Gosselin kid! He's famous and I'm betting he wishes he wasn't and talent had nothing to do with it!

Circus Day

I have been to the circus exactly three times. Once when I was four, once when I was twenty six and once we took our kids. Hence, I remember all the visits with clarity.
When I was four my dad took me to the circus. I remember having cotton candy for the first time. It was pink and as big as my head. I loved it and I still do. What's not to like about spun sugar on a cone?? I also remember being sick to my stomach after I ate the whole thing. I remember my mother asking my dad why he let me eat so much. Oh, the circus part?? Don't remember a thing.
If I had I would never had said I wanted to go to the circus for my birthday. My then boyfriend got us tickets to see the circus as a gift. I really wanted to go as I was sure I had missed something for all those years. Oh, I missed something all right. The creepy clowns.
I have to admit I am totally scared of clowns. Even Bozo and Clarabelle. Even Emmett Kelly...Jr. too!
I don't know why people find clowns funny anyway. They are kind of creepy to look at and they do stupid stuff. I know I laughed at some of the stupid stuff. I don't remember anything else about that circus either--just the clowns.
I took my kids to the circus because that's what families do. I knew I could suck it up for my kids and I did. Then I found out that my little girl also hated and feared clowns. It made me a little braver but only while she was little. As she grew up we were able to share our fear and that made us each feel a little less weird.
It turns out that a lot of people are afraid of clowns....so much so that Steven King wrote a scary book and the star evil guy was a clown. Some people will laugh if you admit that you are scared of clowns but others will have complete empathy and admit they are scared to death of them too.
The custodian at my school where I taught was a clown. To tell the truth, I was even a little scared of him--in or out of costume. He was a really nice guy but I just couldn't help it. It was the clown thing, of course and I just couldn't shake it.
It is healthy to have some fear. It keeps us from doing really stupid stuff like jumping out of an airplane without a parachute or eating the moldy food in the fridge. A good healthy fear of clowns never hurt anyone............................yet.

Anything Can Happen Day

Oh, this was my favorite day of the week on the Mickey Mouse Club. I loved watching that kid who drove a car underwater and I couldn't wait for the unexpected to happen. As far as I remember nothing did...but I still remember the anticipation.
Well, being Wednesday, I wondered if today anything could happen and whatta you know? IT DID!
When I was in the AT&T store, I saw a women my age with shocking pink hair! Really! You know how there are some things a gal just shouldn't do after a certain age? Well, shocking pink hair is one of them!
I probably would have laughed out loud had I not been on the phone with a support person who was "helping" me replace my phone which died on my recent vacation. She was "Christina" and had an Indian accent that I could barely understand. I got about 1 in every 3 words so we were having a bit of difficulty.
Luckily, since I was in the store, Michael, the store associate, gave me a lot of help and my new phone is on its way!
I don't know what it is with me and accents. I have so much trouble understanding the different cadence or something. It is really embarrassing and wasn't a problem when I was younger but as our population becomes more diverse, there are more accents and I am having more trouble.
The worst one was when my French hairdresser asked me how many children I had and I said and I quote, "I don't know." He got a great laugh out of it of course but boy, my face was red!!
"Christina" probably thinks I have learning problems at the very least.
I always carefully choose my doctors too. If one has an accent I am in deep doodoo. I would hate for him to ask me what my problem was and say my famous, "I don't know" line! How embarrassing would that be???
So, anything can happen. Just look around you...you may see a lady with inappropriate shocking pink hair standing near you!

Guest Star Day

On the Mickey Mouse Club, Tuesday was guest star day. I saw Cliff Edwards who was the voice of Jiminy Cricket for the first time and saw him play the ukulele. It's the only one I really remember.
So today, I decided to have my own guest! It's my daughter with her own memories of the MMC.

This morning, my mom (you know her as Sue), asked me to guest star on her blog. Would I mind writing a blog about the Mickey Mouse Club?? Not at all!! Oh how I love the Mickey Mouse Club. Old, New... I've always been a fan. That show was a defining part of my childhood. I'm such a Disney girl and loving the Mickey Mouse Club was no different. I'm so excited to be a part of "Guest Star Day!"
When I was really little, we didn't get the Disney Channel (it was still REALLY new then) but they would do a preview weekend every season. I looked forward to the Disney Channel preview and would watch the countless episodes of the black and white Mickey Mouse Club. I loved everything about it and wanted to be Annette so badly. I always thought it was neat that my mom and dad had watched the show when they were little, too.
A few years later, the new Mickey Mouse Club (or the MMC) started. I was OBSESSED. I thought everyone on this show was was brilliant. I watched the MMC from the very first season, on through Keri Russell and JC from NSYNC, and all the way to the times of Justin and Britney. I would have done ANYTHING to be on the show. It's too bad I can't sing worth anything!
I was crazy about this pop group they formed with some of the cast members from the first season. It was called "The Party." This one time they came to Cleveland and performed outside Tower City. It was pouring down rain, but I stood as close to the front as I could get (God bless you, Mom- and Dad- for putting up with that!!. I sang along to every song the 5 of them sang). I probably STILL know the words and I definitely know their names... :)
I think my favorite part of any of the shows was always the song at the end. I sang along every time. So, "now it's time to say goodbye."
"C-ya real soon!" :)

Fun With Music Monday

Last night we listened to Steve Van Zandt's radio show and it was a tribute to the Mickey Mouse Club. I loved that show when I was a kid as did so many others. My favorite was Darlene. She even had a little show of her own ala Spin and Marty but I don't remember the name of it. I know she had a dog named Shadow in it though. She was no Hayley Mills or Annette Funicello but I loved her best.(and I know Hayley was not a Musketeer)
Anyway, it got me to thinking about the song I fell in love with on my recent road trip. It was by the Killers named COMING OUT and it's tag line (for lack of the correct terminology) is "Kill me now Kill me now." It's a rather bouncy tune and I really liked it but my daughter insisted that the line was "come here now come here now."
It reminded me of the old song SKY PILOT which I thought up until a few years ago was Sky of Fire! I would have argued that til the ends of the Earth at one time and then I found out I was wrong.
I have a lot of favorite songs. Lots of them are from Sesame Street and so the Broadway musical, Avenue Q, has a special interest for me. It is Sesame Street all grown up and trying to make a go of it in NYC. I can never decide which song is my favorite, IT SUCKS TO BE ME or EVERY ONE'S A LITTLE BIT RACIST. I love how the songs take relevant and important issues and kind of put them in their place. Your life sucks?? Well, so does everyone else's in its own way. If we stick together, it's a little less sucky. Everybody laughs at some kind of ethnic joke, get over it and maybe it would be easier to get along.
There is nothing like a good Beatles tune to get you feeling all nostalgic. I can remember dancing to HEY JUDE in college with a boy I just met. I remember buying the first 45 with my sister so we could listen to I WANNA HOLD YOUR HAND a million plus times. I remember buying Sgt. Pepper the summer after high school and listening to SHE'S LEAVING HOME and crying my eyes out.
On the road, it is always good to listen to music. It makes the time go faster and it even stimulates conversation. During Little Stevie's show though we didn't talk very much. We were just too exhausted to speak much!!
Well, that's all I have to say today and I'll leave you now. Why? Because I like you....M..O...U..S..E!

On The Road Again

DH and I are on our way back to Ohio today. I am so torn. I want to go home and yet I have been "off-duty" for awhile now and it's been nice not to worry about laundry and cooking.
I can't wait to see my son. It has been a really long time since I even spoke to him--just a few relayed messages when he was on the phone with my daughter. I can't wait to hear what is up with him these days.
I miss my sister too. I love shopping with my daughter but she doesn't exactly go to the same stores I usually frequent. And Sis and I need to go to the Tea Room. I need some tea and a ladies' lunch.
I miss my kitty too. She has been hanging around my slippers-that's what DH said so she must miss me too!
I miss my own bed although I sure sleep well here. Last night I slept through the whole night--no calls of nature even!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I miss the library and I can't wait to read my Book Club's next selection. It will be good to see all the girls again.
I miss my best friend. She and I have some planning to do!!
Going on a vacation is great but going home has its advantages too..........just not the cooking and laundry parts!!

Off Road

After traveling with my daughter from Las Vegas to Michigan, I can only say one thing. I really had a good time!
We had all kind of silly adventures. If you follow us on Twitter or Facebook you've seen the pics already.
The worse thing to happen was my phone died a nasty death. The best thing was I spent quality time with Megan. We sweated and shivered. We felt great and then I got sick. We sang at the top of our lungs and once ate dinner in silence( it was 10;30 PM after driving all day--it was for the best) We saw old friends and made a couple of new ones at the beauty salon yesterday.
We explored old Albuquerque and new places in St. Joseph. We had yummy food and not so yummy food. We ransacked three different malls and shopped until we really dropped. We bought a whole working woman's wardrobe and decorated an entire apartment.
We spoke on the phone and got tweets and IMs. It was a very twenty first century trip!
Now I am exhausted and I think my daughter is too!! Good luck, honey with the new job and location. I love you very much....and I love being your travel buddy.