Finally somebody figured it out

I travel for work. My adventures have taken me to some really cool places and have taught me to pack for a week in a carry on suitcase. The kind that actually fits wheels first in the overhead bin. I also try to remain faithful to one brand of airline and hotel. More points and freebies that way!

Out of necessity, I have also learned to be creative with how much I can fit in the 1 quart baggie! I don't wear sneakers because they take too long to tie, and can fit the following in my 1 quart baggie:
1. Face lotion
2. Shampoo
3. Conditioner
4. Hair gel
5. Hair spray stuff
6. Contact lens solution
7. Mascara
8. Lip gloss
9. Eye drops
and if the baggie is really stretched out
10. My favorite gel deodorant (if it's not stretched out, I have an emergency solid to travel with).

With my sensitive skin, I have issues with the face cleansing routine when I travel. If I use soap I will look like I slept in a sun-drenched wind tunnel (bright red and splotchy), but I found some great cleansing towelettes that I can travel with that don't have to go in the baggie. They seem to work well.

On Monday I checked in to the Hampton Inn near the Minneapolis airport and found this on the bathroom counter:

In front of the shampoo/conditioner/lotion/mouthwash was La Fresh. It's a moisturizing make up remover.

FINALLY! A hotel that acknowledges that not all business travelers are men! I was so excited, I actually went back to the front desk and asked when they started doing that and how long it will last. The guy wasn't sure but said that the hotel manager had received many complaints from female travelers that the soap was too harsh and that the conversion in many Hampton Inn hotels to "all showers" rather than a tub/shower combination made it less comfortable for women.

Then the guy says this, "I get the soap thing, but you women and your bathtubs I will never understand." I had to educate him on the fact that we don't take a bath in a hotel, but when we have only a shower, it is difficult to shave our legs without risking great blood loss because our foot slipped down the shower wall in mid shave.

He blushed, I laughed, and said, "please tell your manger that I think he's brilliant and I will definitely be staying at THIS hotel every time I come to Minneapolis" which is once a month. Sweet! One less thing I have to remember to pack!

Running out the door

It's been the theme of the morning. I only have a minute in that I am running out the door, so I'll share as a list.

1. Reuger isn't allowed to sleep in our bathroom at night. When I got up this morning to go to the gym, guess where he was...yup! The bathroom floor. Needless to say, as soon as he saw me he was running out the door.

2. I wanted to get to the gym before the 6:30 rush. Between not being able to hook my heart rate monitor in the dark and misplacing my keys, I found myself running out the door at 6:20!

3. When I got home I was walking across the street to check the mail. Our neighbor was apparently planning to walk his new (super cute) puppy. That dog caught a glimpse of me and was running out the door to say good morning!

4. I have a conference call in 5 minutes and a 12:45 flight out of Denver (headed to Minneapolis for monthly meetings). By 10:30 I will be running out the door again!

Holy cow! I can't wait for Friday when things will slow down a little! For a few days anyway!

Facebook

It's a love-hate relationship. I contemplate ditching my account from time to time. I don't really care who "likes" one political party or another. I find it annoying when people "answer questions about me" and invite me to attend "events" just so that they can have lots of people invited.

But at the same time, Facebook has become a place for me to reconnect with family members that I never knew, or didn't know well. It's fun to learn more about their lives and establish a new kind of relationship.

Here's an example:
Tara Brown Kirkland. She's my cousin's daughter. She's my Uncle Don's granddaughter. I don't know Uncle Don well (or at all really) and I only know 2 of his 5 children at all. Tara belongs to one of the 3 I don't know. But we're friends on facebook. Tuesday night I got an email from her saying that she's in Denver and would love to meet for dinner if I have time.

Last night we met at the Cheesecake Factory and had a wonderful dinner. Just the two of us. It was a delightful visit and I really enjoyed her company. Outside of a little DNA, we found that we have quite a bit in common. She comes to Denver quarterly for work. Next time I am cooking.

I value my extended family tremendously. I have found that even just a little DNA in common puts one more person in my corner. One more person to share a laugh with, one more person to plan a party with, and one more city to visit.

So, Facebook isn't so bad after all. Now, please excuse me while I go update my status to read, "Today is my Friday. I'll toast all you harder workers tonight."

Cherry Pie

I really like cherry pie. And it's Chris' favorite. He's been bugging me to make one for years. And I have been putting him off for a million reasons. But the main reason is because I know how cherry pie is supposed to taste. Just like the one Grandma Peg used to make. And I was terrified that I would never be able to match, or even come close, to that. Although, he wouldn't know the difference.

I have asked Gram for her recipe and she swears up and down that she never made a cherry pie and that we are thinking of Ruthie Felter. I never baked with Ruthie Felter, but I do remember trying her Rhubarb pie once at Grandma Melanie's house (not my favorite pie). The really funny part is that I DISTINCTLY remember making the pie with Gram. She let us munch on the frozen cherries before she put them in the pie. She kept them in the freezer in the tall white plastic containers that the Embers would send the lettuce home in if you ordered the fixins' for their Caesar salad.

So, I broke out my favorite shortbread pie crust recipe (I make a pretty good crust) and followed a recipe from my iPhone app, Epicurious. It was easy. I mean REALLY easy. And holy cow was it good. I haven't had a homemade cherry pie in years, but I am pretty sure this was a really good one. Chris loved it.

That was my first attempt ever at a lattice crust. I think I need a crust cutter or a ruler or something. And some lessons in straight-line cutting. And probably a level to fix our oven. Oh, and I forgot to brush the lattice with milk and sprinkle with sugar. So it isn't the prettiest pie in the world, but it was mine. All mine. And I am really proud of it. I'll make it for anyone on the river next time we are home!!

Snipets

We are really excited about this week. Chris and I both took Friday off so it's a SUPER short week for us. That's our gift to ourselves for canceling our vacation to Puerto Rico that would have been this week.


The weekend was fantastic. We got so much done around the house. Hung curtains, cleaned, organized, "carpeted" the basement using the remnants we found under the stairs, cooked like crazy! And this is how we spent every evening this weekend.. Steaks, ribs, chicken, corn on the cob, potato latkes...it was all fantastic!



Then we learned about a fire burning in Boulder County. It started yesterday morning and is still burning today. The last estimate I heard was 3,500 acres burned and dozens of homes damaged or destroyed, some of which were owned by the firefighters fighting the blaze. Our apartment was south of this fire but was in the "very poor air quality" area. With Chris' asthma, we probably would have been boarding the dogs and finding somewhere else to stay. Bad air and the seven C-130 retired military tanker planes that load up, take off, dump the red slurry that sticks to the trees and come back to refill every 25 minutes, from the airport less than a mile from our apartment would have made us crazy. Regular private planes were loud enough, those tankers are really slow to gain altitude making me yell, "PULL UP" every time they fly over. And holy Toledo are they noisy! I can't imagine seven of them in rotation from first light to 30 minutes after sunset.

So, this week we will be grateful for what we have, thankful to not be in the apartment anymore (for the millionth time!) and excited about the three-day week. And we'll keep Boulder County, those fighting the fire and those who have lost in the fire in our prayers.

Thanks, Dad!

I called him last night to say the same thing. When I was a kid, I can remember rolling my eyes to the point they should have stuck that way and thinking to myself "I will never need to know this when I grow up." Well, as with SO many of those instances, I can put a check next to one more that I did need now that I am grown up.

Lawnmower care.

I hated mowing the lawn. I only did it for a few summers...just until Garren was old enough/tall enough to do it. But during those summers I learned about starting different lawnmowers, checking the oil and gas, priming the engine, etc. Good thing.

Chris and I used to pay a guy $25 a week to mow, weed-whack, edge and pick up the dog poop. WELL WORTH IT. This yard is smaller and we were hoping subsequently cheaper, but nobody has put a flier on our door, and our seller left her lawnmower for us. Probably both signs that we are supposed to do it ourselves.

Chris had pretty severe asthma as a child and cut grass was always one of his triggers. He's never even seen a lawnmower close up before. It was up to me to tackle the machine.

Last night, after picking up the poop, adding oil, priming the engine twice, checking the gas, and pulling on that cord what seemed like a million times, I mowed the lawn for the first time in what must have been 20 years. And Chris ran for his inhaler. Guess he hasn't grown out of that one!

I'll take pictures of our lawnmower for a later post. She's a beaut! Back wheels falling off, saggy bag, rusty top... WOW... I also just described the woman I saw in the Walmart parking lot the other day!

Do you take library cards?

So, we knew we had a plumbing problem when we moved in. Although it wasn't really a problem so much as just a faulty valve we knew had to be replaced if we wanted better water pressure. After we replaced the shower head in our bathroom, the pressure was what we deemed "livable." So we decided not to do anything about it.

Until Friday night when I was doing dishes. Chris needed to wash his hands and turned on the sink in the half bath. The water pressure for both of us was SO BAD that we had to take turns. So, we called the plumber on Monday. He's in the house as I write this.

He checked the water pressure at the street connection and in the house...twice for both. And got WILDLY different readings each time.

After a "full house complimentary check up" he diagnosed that our faulty valve isn't faulty. It's broken all together. It's allowing our water pressure to fluctuate between "fire hose" and "drip hose" which can lead to disaster in showers (sending shower head hurling through the air...or so my imagination believes!), washing machines and dishwashers. He didn't really say they could kill us, but they can really cause HUGE problems for appliances that use water not to mention any potentially loose plumbing connections.

So, the plumber is replacing the valve. And I have been collecting all of the "welcome to the neighborhood" coupons from places like Home Depot, Pottery Barn, American Furniture Warehouse and Bed Bath & Beyond. You should have seen the look on his face when I asked if he accepted the 20% of at Bed Bath & Beyond coupon as a form of payment! He thought I was serious! I can't stop giggling! Maybe I'll try and pay him with a library card when he's finished!