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After a whirlwind 10 day trip, I’m back! Despite several setbacks, I still had a great time.

I survived:

– having my luggage “lost,” for a day

– vomiting for 24 hours straight, then not being able to eat for 2 more days

– having my ID and debit card go missing from my back pocket, thankfully to be returned this morning before I had to board my flight. 

I’m exhausted. Hopefully I’ll have more interesting ideas for blog topics soon. Until then…

I stopped vomitting long enough to take a quick boat ride with Dad and do a little fishing before I left sunny, warm SW Florida for overcast, not terribly cold Texas.

I still can’t eat much of anything, but am grateful to be up and about.

I hope you all are having a lovely Christmas!

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Randomly, I started vomiting at 9:30 last night and haven’t been able to stop since. So much for enjoying beautiful sunny SW Florida :(.

After 11 hours of travel by car, bus, and two planes, I stood at the airport  luggage carousel for over twenty minutes, waiting for any sign of our flight’s luggage.

And then a few bags came around.

And around…

And around…

And then the carousel stopped.

A lady came out and announced that they (United via Sky West) had lost ALL our bags.

My response? I just sort of chuckled. That weird feeling I had the day before I left – the feeling I had when I paid the pointless $15 fee for my checked bag* – it was a premonition of sorts. I had an inkling that my brand new heavy duty Samsonite roller luggage would not arrive in Florida with me. So did I pack at least a pair of clean underwear in my carry-on for such a circumstance? No, because I did not want to entertain the thought. So, there I was, luggageless (and clean underwearless)  despite my amazingly on-spot intuition.

Knowing there was nothing else I could do, I called my dad, and gave him both the good and bad news (the good being that I had arrived; the bad being that my bag had not). He picked me up and I called to file a lost/delayed luggage claim. And I was put on hold.

And I held…

And I held…

After about 20-30 minutes, an agent finally got to the bottom of it. Apparently my bag never left Chicago (my layover city). 

After a follow up call earlier today, an automated customer service robot promised my bag would be delivered between 2:30-4:30 tonight. But it was not.

And so I called baggage claim service.

And I held.

And I was disconnected. Again…

And I got a busy signal. Again..and again…

Until I finally got through to a person (after several hours), and was told that “due to delivery challenges, my bag would not be delivered on time, but rather several hours late.”

My bag FINALLY arrived at Dad’s doorstep at 6:30 tonight. 

This is the FOURTH time an airline has lost (and therefore had to deliver) my luggage. I suppose for the amount of traveling I do, that’s a fairly low percentage. But STILL.

Has this little setback ruined my trip? Not a chance. I’m on one of the most beautiful islands in Florida, and saying that it’s kick-back is an understatement. I’m loving it. (I’m also loving “my” adorable little black cat, Spook. He’s the best cat in the world, and I missed him so much!)** 

Tomorrow Dad and I leave for Santa Maria Island to hang with more people who share my last name, some of whom I haven’t seen in over 7 years. Should be fun!

 

*It’s really too bad that the new $15 fee per checked bag does not result in better service.

**Yes, I want to be a cat lady.

I love this!

Not only do I LOVE vinegarette based salad dressings, candied walnuts, and apples, but I love this earnest cook in her tiny kitchen!

As a surprise date, I drove Jeff to Knott’s Berry Farm to see one of his new fav indie punk rock bands, The Airborne Toxic Event. I thought Jeff would enjoy the show more than me, but to MY surprise, I think I had just as much fun as he did. The Airborne Toxic Event totally rocked! I especially like that they are from Silverlake. I have a special place in my heart for local (to wherever I live at the moment) bands (Edgewater, Greg Laswell, etc.).

The show was a great ending to a crazy busy fun weekend. And back to the grind…

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refreshed the red and got a new cut. wee!

For those of you who dye your hair, do you notice that the individual strands of hair yet thinner and thinner each time? And that they look less healthy? Mine definitely do. And I even had my stylist give me a deep conditioning treatment. Oh, the sacrifices I make to have fabulous hair. I guess in this case, vanity wins.

I love (good) surprises – it shows real effort, consideration, and restraint on the behalf of the giver. Perhaps this is why I never searched for my hidden Christmas gifts as a kid. I loved the anticipation of the surprise on Christmas morning, and I didn’t want to ruin it by peeking early.

Today I told Jeff I’m taking him on a surprise date this Sunday. I told him to clear his afternoon and wear warm clothes. The rest is a secret. Unfortunately he doesn’t seem to like the idea of being taken to an unknown place against his will. But am I changing my tactics? Nope.

There will be a surprise, even if I must drag him kicking and screaming. And he WILL like it, or else…

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Would you like it if someone asked you to clear your calendar for a surprise date? Or would you hate not being in control?

I have the weirdest, most vivid dreams. Most recently, my dreams have included talking animals who turn out to be crafty scam artists. I am in awe of my own messed-up subconscious imagination.

Check this out.

The idea is so seemingly impossible that it sounds like a hoax. The implications! The possibilities!

1. If you could record your dreams and watch them played back to you, would you want to do it?

2. Would you want others to see it?