I think I’ve told you, I suffer from bouts of insomnia.

So…on average I sleep about 3-4 hours a night and catch up when I need to.  On occasion, I might take a nap or sleep for ten hours then I’m good to go again for a while.

Sometimes, that might mean that I’m going to nod off on the sofa while I watch something, we all do it, right? It usually happens when I lean or completely lie down, but not always.

Tonight it happened while we were watching something, I dozed off and have to rewind to watch again or DCM will wake me and say let’s go to bed.

As it inevitably happens, I was asleep on the sofa, as soon as I get into bed, in wide awake! Hence, I sit here writing to you…wide awake!

Maybe next time I’ll just stay on the sofa!

Servers can help you have a great experience and pook when they don’t.

When you go out to eat and get seated, the server helps to determine if you’re going to have a good meal/experience or a bad one. So many things go into making a positive impression.

How long does it take to come to the table to say hello, how often they come to the table to check on how things are going, recommendations that they make, how many questions do they ask and what do they ask, how long does it take to get the check.

It’s their attitude and how they interact, you can tell if it’s a good day or not. Was there too much information? Attention to details?

There are so many things that go into helping make a positive experience. Yeah, that’s it.

This is total random thinking…

I understand when there are multiple stalls in a bathroom, then it should be segregated, one for men and one for women. Sometimes the men’s room has urinals, definitely can’t be mixed.

My query is in regards to single bathrooms, when there is no difference between the two, nothing special on the wall, no urinal, both have a toilet, sink and paper towel holder.

Here’s my question…why does there have to be a men’s and a women’s sign differentiating between the two, especially if they’re not cool or special signs.

Whenever the ladies room door is locked and I really have to go, I go into the men’s room and do my thing and that’s that. It’s no different, so why the different signs?

Allergies..allergies…allergies…ugh

I grew up in NYC and the only thing I was allergic to was cigarette smoke. I moved to Georgia and sure enough, the adage was if you don’t have allergies before you move to Georgia, you will! I made it about ten years, maybe a little bit more and then it was all over.

Atlanta has some of the highest pollen count on the planet every Spring, the cars are yellow and the run offs are yellow and green. Lovely.

As soon as Spring hits, I’m sneezing and wheezing and blowing my nose, weehoo. I suffer every year and then I found this great herbal remedy, a dissolvable pill that directed you to take one every two hours and like clockwork, every two hours I needed them.

I moved to Colorado and have sneezed maybe four times, and that was because my nose was itchy! I have been loving it! I can be outside all day and no issues! Love love love!

Michigan has been so-so, I’m starting to get affected, but not like I was in Atlanta. Well..do you remember when I went to Atlanta for the Dirty Girl 5k? I was getting off the plane and right on the jetway, the humidity hit me and then my eyes started to water and I began to sneeze…Nooooo!

From Atlanta, I went to Boston and it wasn’t too bad, at first..I ended up having to take a Zyrtec after a while, then back to Michigan and it’s again, so-so, but we’ve been having a lot of rain, so that helps.

Today I am back in Boston and I barely made it off the plane and I am sneezing and my nose is running like crazy, I may shvr already used up a box of tissues and I’ve only been here about an hour and change!

I took a Zyrtec when I couldn’t take it anymore and I think it’s working, I’m not sneezing, my eyes aren’t too itchy and my nose isn’t running, but I think I’m about to fall a sleep where I’m sitting!

So, in conclusion, Mother Nature, what did I ever do to you? How can I make this right so I can stop sneezing!

I hope I haven’t talked about this already! [ha ha ha, oh brother!]

When I’m going on a trip, I look forward to packing, figuring out what I need to take, how many nice outfits do I need, how many nice dinners? Bathing suit, jeans, pants, under things, shoes, books, toiletries, all that stuff. I get to pack my bags, hope that they are under weight, get to the destination, unpack as quickly as possible, get the room and bathroom set up the way I want it and then relax for the next week or so, whew.

Even at the end, packing everything up is not that bad, maybe there are some new souvenirs,  but it all goes back where it came from, most of it dirty clothing anyway, so super easy to pack. Then home again and ugh, unpacking, well, put everything in the laundry room and put the travel toiletries back in the closet/cabinets they stay until the next trip.

So…as you may have guessed, I don’t mind packing and unpacking for vacation.

Now, packing and unpacking for work…it’s hit or miss and here’s why. It all depends on where I’m going and how long I’m staying. I had one contract that I was never anywhere more than two nights max and let me tell you, two nights was great, I could actually take a few things out of my bag, one night, i just got things out of my bag and if I was somewhere for a week, look out!

On this project, I am in one place for six months, what? I get to unpack and stay unpacked? well, for a period of time at least. In the first few months of the project, I was going home each week, I didn’t bring a big bag because I didn’t need that much. Then there were times I wasn’t going to get home for maybe two or three weeks due to my schedule or maybe I was traveling to an alternate location. For those times, I had a bigger bag and more stuff.

Progressively, I’ve added a few things, I have my materials for class, food that I’ve bought to keep in the room so I can have breakfast, snacks, maybe even some other meals. And now, I’m going to be here until the end of July, not sure when I’m going to get home, which is great for the project, but now I might need some more clothes, what?

So…here is where the title of my post comes in. I’m not a fan of packing to leave for the weekend because there is so much stuff to deal with! The great thing is that I get to keep as much as I need to here at the hotel in a closet down by the front desk and they have been so great about letting me keep what I need to here. It’s now about five bags! Oh brother! The last one is toiletries. I have gotten smart about packing the night before I am leaving and taking it all downstairs except for what I need in the morning and my toiletries.

This is the reason I don’t enjoy packing is that I have to pack it ALL into those bags and take them downstairs knowing that I am coming back in 3 days, that’s the frustration, if I was going for a week, not a big deal, but it’s just 3 days and I’ll be back [well, more like 2.5] oh well, it’s got to be done so I’m gonna do it, oh wait, it’s already done.

But…I made my hotel reservation for June and July for both months and when I check in, I will unpack and that will be that for two months! wahoo! Go me!

So, now…I am packed and ready to go tomorrow. MGS is turning four on Friday and I am going to be there when she wakes up! Go me! I can’t wait!

Ok, gotta go, alarm is going off at 5:50. Goodnight!

I am all for saving the environment and the trees, but…

When I am in a bathroom and there is an air dryer, I think ok, this is good, save a tree, no paper towels. Then I look around to get out of the bathroom and I still have to touch the door handle, what’s that about?

Am I just supposed to use my sleeve? What if I’m swearing short sleeves?

Ok, rant over.

I got the strangest call today.

I thought it was from a recruiter and while I am not looking, I wanted to be polite instead of having them leave a voice mail. “Hello, Ms S?” “Yes”, “This is ___  with the National Guard, you had expressed interest in finding out more information about joining the National Guard.” “What?”

And so it went downhill from there, for him, not for me. I was laughing a bit and I apologized for laughing, but where did he get my information and the idea that I was interested in joining the National Guard? He tried a few sites and then mentioned the Warrior Dash, I said oh, ok, I did sign up to do the Warrior Dash in Denver this coming summer, he said that was probably it.

I said I wasn’t interested and they probably wouldn’t want me, I love my country, but they wouldn’t want me. [We know I’m vegan first of all, and then I don’t do well with people telling me what to do, especially at this age, maybe if I was younger…] He said of course they would love to have me and then I asked what the age range was.

“Oh, we have them from just starting out at 17 to our cutoff.” “What’s the cutoff?” Oh, we have them all the way to 32-34. I said reverse that and you have my age! “Oh, well, thank you for your time and I’ll remove you from our list.”  “Thank you and thank you for all you do and good luck in your search.”

And thank you to all the service men and women who have served our country, I honor you.

Jam packed day!

The day started early as it was a Monday and there were things to do! Goodbye hugs and kisses all around. By 8:15, both kids and ACS were gone to school and work and GES and I got to work, straightening the house, doing laundry, moving clothes from the closet, checking the sizes, give away pile, folding, putting away.

We accomplished a lot before 9am!

Then on to breakfast, just the two of us, we each had a breakfast sandwich and shared a pancake, yum. Then back to the house, more laundry and pack up the car to take care of some returns. Go go go.

We got back to the house had some lunch, I got some work done, finished packing and it was time to go to the airport. JF, from across the street gave me a ride to the local train station.

I got to the airport in plenty of time and when I checked, it was not a very full flight and wahoo, I was in the exit row and no one was with me, I had the entire row to myself and if I could have stretched out across the aisle, it would have been something!

The flight was uneventful, getting to the hotel equally uneventful and here I am telling you about my day. Time to get some rest, the alarm is going off in a few hours.

Back to it, have a great night!