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Crazy Vacation Post: Unsolicited Marathon Advice

For those of you who have read more than one of my posts, you know that I’m running my first marathon this week. Am I starting to freak out? Maybe a little. Do I need advice from EVERYONE as to what I need to do? Not really.

Unsolicited Advice #1: So I’m on the plane on our way to our vacation destination. The guy behind me mentions that he’s running the Disney Marathon next month. I mention that I’m running it as well and that it was my first. He asked how my training was going (so far, not too weird). I mentioned my tweaky hamstring and that I’d had to pull back on my training to let it heal some. He asked how my last 20 miler went. I had to admit that I didn’t get that far due to an injury. He then proceeded to tell me that I should have had at least one 20 miler (if not two) and really should have a 23 miler under my belt before a first marathon. I assured him that I was aware of that, but felt that it was better to be HEALED before I went than STILL INJURED with good miles. He went on to tell me that he trains marathoners and new runners and he would never let one of his runners start a race they weren’t ready for (good thing he’s not MY coach. I’d never run a race again). He then when on to drill me about my stretching and rehab (thanks. I have a DOCTOR I’m working with on this). Awesome. Luckily I have a twitterverse of cheerleaders who told me to ignore the running nutjob from the plane. Not easy, but done.

Unsolicited Advice #2: I thought I’d be safe while listening to a time share sales push. Not so lucky. If you missed the story of the time share debacle, be sure to read the vacation post on how bad 90 minutes can be. This woman was the picture of gloom and misery. She was overweight and complained throughout the session about how much her knees were bothering her (I’m no supermodel so don’t take my comments as a statement here other than to give you a picture of where this advice is coming from). She asked where our next trip would be and we mentioned going to Orlando for the marathon. She became animated and launched into a story about how she owns a yoga studio and that I should be adding Hot Yoga to my cross training routine. Without it, my training would be incomplete. I should really check it out while I was in town and get in as many sessions as possible between now and the marathon (OK. She didn’t say it exactly like that, but my pained head heard it about like that). I smiled and thanked her and got out of there ASAP.

Unsolicited Advice #3: My husband’s family joined us on our “vacation alone” for the week (see the first post of this series for more details on THAT). A family member has run one marathon (as far as I know) and a few other little races. I was telling her about how excited I was about the medal (I have a picture posted on my fridge for motivation). She told me that she doesn’t really care about the medals and either gives them to the kids to play with them or throws them away (mine are all displayed on an awesome rack in our stairwell. In chronological order). When I mentioned that the race gives us seven hours to finish so I wasn’t really worried about finishing, she told me how her sister finished her last marathon about and hour and a half later than she anticipated (implying that I wouldn’t finish in less than 8) and then stated that the worst thing that would happen would be that I wouldn’t finish. WHAT? Not finish?! Yeah, I’ll crawl across the finish line before THAT happens!

Unsolicited Advice #4: By Tuesday night I was less than willing to mention the marathon to anyone ever again. I had ordered some running things from a company in Arizona (see picture below. It explains so much) just before we left. She offered to ship it to the resort rather than our house so I could get it and enjoy it sooner. Awesome! When I went to pick up my package from the front desk I opened it to make sure that everything was there. The gentleman at the concierge desk noticed the shirt I ordered and asked if I was a runner. I admitted that I was and my marathon plans. He was actually really nice about it and invited me to come run the Arizona Marathon next year (it’s in February. It’s really hilly. I live in Chicago. We can’t even pretend to train for that). He also told me he knew the nutjob from #2 and that she lost her yoga studio (he said she wasn’t very good at it) along with several other businesses over the past few years. It made me feel a little better.

Marathon weekend will be here before we know it. If I don’t keel over from the stress…or the continual advice!

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Crazy Vacation Post: At last…home!

Our trip home was way less eventful than the one to Arizona. Our tickets were good and had the right names on them (the travel agent fixed that during the week for us). We returned a dirtier rental car than we picked up and we figured out how to pack all of our treasures and not mail more boxes back. We didn’t get to sit next to each other on the plane, but considering we both had books it was OK. A cab arrived quickly to get us and broke a few land speed records to get us home in no time!

The first thing we noticed was that two of the three lights we left on were off. Our cleaning lady is really nice about helping us with that…sigh. Beyond that, everything seemed fine. No one decided to surprise us and power clean/organize our house, but nothing was missing either so I guess that’s OK.

Sunday we got up and started plotting how we were going to break the psycho-mutt out of puppy jail (OK, she wasn’t in puppy jail-she was with our awesome vet. They just don’t have Sunday pick-up). We spend the day lounging, getting some little things done (like starting this series), and relaxing. Nice day, but weird without the dog.

Monday Mr Grumpy had to go to work, but I still had the day off. I had this huge plan of going for a run, going to the store for groceries, and then picking up the dog so we can snuggle all afternoon until he came home. Yeah. That was the plan. I was distracted by some paperwork which needed to be done in the morning so no run. I figured I’d do my favorite stretching video (too much sitting while traveling), get groceries, and get the dog, but then I thought that I should check with the vet to find out when they close for New Year’s Eve. Yikes! Noon! Better run.

I grabbed a quick shower, put on my running shoes, and walked over to free the pooch. I took her collar so I didn’t have to use one of their temporary leashes and put our credit card in my pocket so I could just pay and go! When I got there they gave me my instructions (she had her teeth cleaned and a lump removed from her hip so we needed to watch the licking and give her an antibiotic twice a day) and the bill. No sweat. Did I need one of those cone collars? Nope. We still had one from her last surgery. It was only $25 more than I expected (and prepared Mr Grumpy for). Hooray!

They brought the psycho-mutt out and she would not sit still. I tried to get her collar on and she wiggled around so I couldn’t hook it. After a few minutes of the tech trying to help I gave up and decided to take her home on the temporary leash. I thanked everyone for their help as she dragged me to the door.

It was a good thing I wore my running shoes because she SPRINTED home. She made one little stop in the neighbor’s yard (good thing I brought bags) and one in ours (who cares) before zipping to the back door and begging to come in. I figured the groceries could wait a little longer and we could spend some quality time together. No such luck. She paced around the house crying. I thought she might be looking for Mr Grumpy, but when she found her toy hippo she seemed to be better. We played catch for a little while, but then she was back to crying. A quick walk around the neighborhood seemed to help a little, but it wasn’t getting any work done. We cuddled on the bed for a while before I decided that I should get out the cone of shame so I could go to the store. I couldn’t find it. As soon as I stopped touching her she really started to go to town with the licking. Ugh! Where is that danged collar?

Well, I couldn’t find the collar and didn’t want her licking so I called the vet and ran over for a new one. $20 later I came home with a new cone. I put it on and she immediately flipped her wicked little tongue over the edge and started licking her scar. Ugh! Another trip to the vet for a bigger cone and we were pretty much set to go!

After a little nap and some grocery shopping we were home before Mr Grumpy. She flew into his arms when he walked in the door. She really loves him! That evening I heard her licking again. She figured out how to hook the edge of the collar on her hip so she could push the scar area closer to her tongue. I don’t know if I should be annoyed or impressed!

The stitches come out Monday…if we can make it that long!

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Crazy Vacation Post: Scenic Train Ride

As the highlight of our trip (and the whole reason for that crazy time-share presentation) I figured I should dedicate one full post to the train ride. We started the day meeting a friend of Mr Grumpy’s from elementary school (seriously. The man has friends from kindergarten. I have one from second grade on facebook, but we really haven’t spoken since I was no longer cool which would have been about fifth grade. Maybe I’m cool now! Er…or not). He was nice and I didn’t experience any of my normal “have I just said something stupid? If so I should try to fix it by talking more until I fix it or just make it worse so I stop and try to blend in to my chair so they can forget about me” situations. I hate when that happens.

We had a little time so we picked up some postcards to mail home (and become the good children/grandchildren again). Luckily the resort was willing to mail them and I didn’t need to find a post office.

We go to the train depot (not a station. I’m not sure I know the difference, but obviously there was one) a little before our “check-in” time which was a full hour before departure. Mr Grumpy was certain it was so we’d buy something in the gift shop (which we did), but I told him it was so we could take care of what we needed before boarding. We walked around, took some pictures, and checked out the crowd to make sure that we weren’t the youngest people on board (we were close, but not quite).

At quarter to they allowed us to board. We were in first class (which meant that we had nice leather sofas, coffee tables, and little tables were we could sit and snack or visit). They had beverages for us (water for free and others at cost) and snacks. Nothing super exciting (sandwiches, salad, a relish tray, cookies, chips, and chicken wings), but good enough to keep us satisfied during the four hour trip. We settled in and got ready to depart.

The trip out was full of interesting history, identification of rock formations, limited wildlife (two golden eagles and two bald eagles), and strange sites (like guys rock climbing up a cliff, kayakers flipping us off, a woman on a horse with her dog-the dog wasn’t on the horse, just near by). We were seated in a car with a family who was having a mini-reunion and were drinking sufficiently for it (which was increasingly obvious as the trip continued). The sound track which accompanied the trip was every single train song known to man (although I don’t remember hearing I’ve Been Working on the Railroad. I’ll have to call them about that). For me, it was completely distracting. Obviously, it was for the family reunion too as they started singing along on the way back. Poorly. But entertainingly!

Between cars were “open air” cars which allowed passengers to sit outside and view more while on our trip. Mr Grumpy spent most of his time there. I have a comfortable temperature zone of about four degrees so I stepped out long enough to see what all of the fuss was about and then retreated to our nice warm car.

Overall, it was an outstanding trip. Not too much excitement, but an enjoyable four hours together!
View of the engine from our car.

View of the engine from our car.

View on the way home.

View on the way home.

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Crazy Vacation Post: Finally Free!

So after two days with the family, Mr Grumpy finally got tired of me throwing a hissy fit every morning, flopping myself around, refusing to go, threatening to say what I REALLY think instead of putting on my good-girl facade… or he just wanted to get our day started before mid-afternoon and told his family that we were going to explore on our own on Thursday. Hooray!

We drove up to Jerome, AZ (which for some reason I keep calling by the wrong name). It used to be a mining town, then was a ghost town, and now is a little artist nook. We aren’t really artsy, but thought it sounded like fun. Jerome is tucked up in the side of a mountain so there was a lot of walking on an incline all day. One of our biggest challenges on vacation was that almost NOTHING opened before 10:00 every morning. We are early birds. We like to get up, get out, and get back early. We are not a couple who eats dinner late (we aren’t elderly, but we do like eating early if there’s a deal. Don’t judge us. We’re cheep) or stays up all hours of the night. I start dragging by about 9:00 every evening and am in bed if Mr Grumpy isn’t home. But I digress.

We got to Jerome around 9:30 that morning so we found a winery that was serving awesome coffee (Caduceus Cellars) and loitered on some comfy couches while we waited for the rest of the shops to open. We found a charming kaleidoscope shop (Nellie Bly), a quirky artist or two, and a hot sauce shop that can make your mouth numb for weeks (we shipped a box home).

My favorite find is this little sculpture we purchased from an artist selling her creations in the park. Too cute!

10100_4018097527172_523214613_nWe ate a quick and yummy lunch and visited an old mine shaft on our way back into town to check out some other little shops.
Oh yeah. How could I forget Mr Grumpy’s favorite part? So I mentioned a while ago that he has this thing about Big Foot, but I don’t remember if I mentioned that he also loves shows about ghost hunters and aliens (all of which made Arizona a perfect vacation spot for him). In Jerome is a hotel which was previously a hospital (according to the chamber of commerce, only six people died while it was being built) which, of course, had a psychiatric wing and is supposedly haunted. He honestly couldn’t wait to get up there. It was the first thing he mentioned when we got there, what he mentioned to EVERY shop keeper along the way, and all he could talk about until we got him up to the hotel. He was obsessed! We didn’t see anything, but there is a weird vibe to the building (not as strong as another one we were in, but weird all the same). They let us walk around the first floor (which is super tiny) and invited us to have lunch there (which we decided against). Kind of a let down after all of the hype. Mr Grumpy has decided that the next time we go to the Sedona area we are going to stay there for the night. Great. I don’t see a lot of sleeping going on in a haunted hotel!
Anyway, we enjoyed our free day. It was nice to just walk and look at things even if I had to hear about ghosts all day! Yay us!
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Crazy Vacation Post: Merry…hack, hack, hack, Christmas!

OK I KNOW this is over a week late, but I’m catching up on a crazy week without wi-fi. Hang with me. We’re almost there!

Ugh. Did I mention that my in-laws rearranged their travel plans so they could be with us for the holidays? Yeah. Not exactly my plan for the week. We did agree to do Christmas dinner with them. They were making lamb (Mr Grumpy’s favorite) and I figured we might as well go.

Mr Grumpy checked in with them earlier in the day to double check our plans. Our nieces were sick with some upper respiratory/cold thing. Our nephew and one of the nieces was throwing up earlier in the week. Mr Grumpy’s brother had been throwing up for two days. The mom wasn’t due to arrive until later on Christmas Day and she was sick as well. Awesome. Can’t wait.

We went over and stayed mainly in the dining room area of her mom’s small condo. The nieces and nephews were obsessed with the TV and the brother was in a bedroom possibly dying. The kids are nice, but are not so good on covering their mouths when they cough. Which doesn’t really matter, until I’m sitting right next to them. Hack. Hack. Hack.

The next morning we went to pick up the mom. More hacking. In a closed space. Hack. Hack. Hack.

We met the rest of the “fam” for lunch. Hack. Hack. Hack.

We went to see one of the tourist spots in the area. Hack. Hack. Hack.

We drove an hour away with the mom. Hack. Hack. Hack.

We drove home in a snow storm with the mom. Hack Hack. Hack.

We all went out to dinner. Hack. Hack. Hack.

The mom went to urgent care the next day because of her cold. Needless to say, I’m following every Old Wives trick in the book to avoid getting sick as well. Merry Christmas to me…not (hack, hack)!

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Crazy Vacation Post: How Bad Can 90 Minutes Be?

Did I mention that Mr Grumpy and I are pretty cheep? Well, our first stop after finally getting to our condo and getting some sleep was to the visitor’s bureau to see what was available to do in town. They asked if we wanted to take a helicopter ride. Not really. We did, however, want to do this awesome nature railroad trip. He asked if we’d like to save some money. Is the Pope Catholic? Of COURSE we want to save some money. He said he could get us the helicopter ride AND the train for $100 (it would have been over $350 otherwise). The catch? We had to sit through a time share “open house”. What the hey? We can sacrifice 90 minutes for over $250 in savings. Let’s go!

Ugh. Maybe I should mention that I had the worst headache I’ve had in a while. Not the worst ever, but pretty bad. I got some coffee and hoped that it would do the trick while we motored out of town to get our gifties!

Yeah. When we got there we realized that we were the only “guests” at this “open house”. Our guide “Diva” (I’d say that I changed her name, but this really WAS her name. It fit pretty well too) started the tour with telling us how much the area sucked and how much she hated it there. Um, I am lousy at selling things, but I don’t think this is how you begin. She went on to ask if we had children (nope. Just the psycho-mutt) and then asked about 5000 questions wanting to know how we’d been married for ten years and didn’t have kids (um, that’s really none of your business, but thanks for asking). She proceeded to tell us that we were lucky because her children were horrible. We got the full story of her kids, how her son was thrown out of the Navy, how her daughter thinks she treats her dogs better than her. Awesome. Within the first ten minutes the savings just didn’t seem as great. We ended up being there over TWO HOURS while she tried to convince us that $20,000 plus $600 per year maintenance fees to “own” 1/52 of a condo was a great deal. Once we escaped, we snatched our vouchers and ran away as quickly as possible.

Sadly, I had already agreed to another for that afternoon (which we rescheduled). That one started with us waiting over 20 minutes for our “guide” but at least they had snacks (and a lot more people waiting). There was a family there with a fairly young child. He wanted some popcorn. There’s a sign on the popper that guests needed assistance scooping. The dad waited a minute or so before he went ahead and opened the door. A woman from the front desk swooped in faster than the Air Force scrambling for a terrorist threat. Yikes!

This round wasn’t as bad (except that our “guide” wore a shirt that looked more like lingerie which distracted us both. We learned that she liked her kids even though two were “accidents” and the third was planned, and that she has a fear of heights which is why they have no Christmas lights up). They were generally nice until we were sent to the “ringer” to try to seal the deal. He made some veiled threats regarding our vacation club being able to use their resort again, but we weren’t that impressed so it didn’t work well. From them we gained $75 (which we have about $7.50 left) and a free weekend at one of their resorts (worth about $500).

After 4-5 hours of torture and torment, I have to say the helicopter ride was both fascinating and frightening at the same time. The train ride was awesome and an extra $75 is always nice while on vacation. Was it worth almost five hours of our time? Well, I think we spent most of our vacation debating that one. Will we do them again? Only if I feel like being divorced by the end of our trip!
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Crazy Vacation Post: Good Grief. What the….

OK. So after the airline debacle was cleared up Mr Grumpy and I were finally able to get a little sleep. I got up early (because I realized I didn’t pack a belt and I was worried I’d forget) and decided to check a few other things, including our new flight for the day. Awesome. I don’t have a confirmation number to check in and print our boarding passes. Call number 1 for the day to the emergency center (or three if you include last night).

The morning agent took a little while, but she found it and stayed on the line while I checked it out. Perfect. There they were. Thanks!

I grabbed them off the printer with a feeling of accomplishment so early in the morning. Then I looked at them again. My ticket was in my nickname NOT my formal, on my driver’s license and every other form of ID I have name. Call number 2 to the emergency center.

Back to on hold with lousy music. Sigh. She comes back and asks if I have anything with my nickname on it. I offer my business cards, but she tells me that’s not enough. Seriously? Back on hold. She comes back and tells me that she has note posted with my information at the airline and they’ll issue me a new ticket when we get there. Hooray! This vacation might be OK after all. Maybe.

We reserved a cab the night before (and made sure our rental car will still be there when we get in 4-5 hours late and that we can get into the condo when ever we might actually make it there). I told Mr Grumpy that the cab would be there 15-30 minutes early so we should request a time later than we want. He, of course, told me I was crazy and to book it nice and early. Yep. He got there almost 40 minutes early and called to ask why we weren’t ready. Nice.

Fifteen minutes before we planned on leaving we zipped out to the taxi to a grumbly driver. He may have just been talking to us, but his accent was REALLY thick and I was really struggling to make out what he had to say. He asked us for our airline about 3 times on the way. I figured he was just not paying attention. We pulled up to the departure area of the airport and he asked again. Then he asked if we knew which terminal that would be. Um…no. He asked us to read the signs as we drove by and let him know when we got close. As we missed the sign he tried to convince us that we were at the wrong airport (not a chance dude. I quadruple checked. We are NOT going to have more trouble traveling today). We looped again as he tried to turn the situation into a teachable moment for US about the GIANT SIGN on the way into the airport telling us where to go. Yeah. We really don’t have great travel mojo.

We finally found our ticket counter. No new ticket for me. If I wanted one with the correct name I’d have to give up my seat and hope that I can get another. No dice. I’d take my chances with TSA. Luckily, my driver’s license picture is close enough to my current hair color. They let me in. I’m thinking in my next license photo I should just go for the crazed look. It’s what officials would see if they looked at it anyway. Or maybe I should stick with calm and awesome looking. Then they would know that I don’t always look like that…I think.

After a minor breakfast mishap (they brought Mr Grumpy the wrong breakfast. A new one was procured, but they delivered it to the wrong table), we found our gate. It seems that they were having the same kind of week because they posted two departure times.

You can't really see it, but the screen on the right says that our flight leaves at 10:45. On the left, 11:00.

You can’t really see it, but the screen on the right says that our flight leaves at 10:45. On the left, 11:00.

The photo is not amazing (OK it’s horrible), but if you blow it up and squint you’ll see that they posted that we’d be leaving at 10:45 or 11:00. I would have taken a better picture, but with the way our trip was going I was sure security would see me as some kind of threat. Either way, we left late. Luckily the family in front of us brought their Elf on the Shelf (which I REALLY wanted to take a picture of but Mr Grumpy was worried about the family thinking we were stalking them or doing something sneaky. With our mojo for the day I decided to show restraint) so we had someone to blame for any future travel mischief!

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Crazy Vacation Post: What Do You Mean Our Flight Left Yesterday?

As you may have figured out, I like to find a bargain. This includes travel. We joined a vacation club so we had  a reason to get away and could do so at a discount (once we paid off our membership fee). This company also has a travel agent for us to use at no additional cost. Bonus!

I booked our flight three months ago. We got an AMAZING deal. We had to fly out of Midway (even though we live closer to O’Hare) and leave at 6:00 in the morning. Small sacrifices for decent saving. When I booked our flight I asked to leave on Thursday even though our condo renal didn’t start until Saturday. We figured on getting there two days early, stay in a hotel, and get into “vacation mode” before getting on to the main event. They booked the flight and mailed us our invoice which I promptly stuck on the fridge with the rest of our vacation paperwork. I didn’t even look at it until Mr Grumpy went to book our hotel rooms.

He asked me the dates for our vacation. I told him. He asked again. I told him. He asked again. I yelled at him to just get the invoice off the fridge and stop pestering me. About ten minutes later he brought me the invoice. She booked us for SATURDAY not THURSDAY like I asked. No biggie. It CLEARLY says that we can’t do anything about it because of the type of ticket we purchased so we just adjusted our plans. It was a nice thought to extend our vacation. We were disappointed, but not devastated.

Flash forward to last week. We spent Friday after work packing and doing final prep for the week. Psycho-mutt was at the vet (much to her dismay), mail was stopped, house was on vacation watch, neighbors were notified (honest. If I don’t let them all know where we are they’ll call to “check” on us), boarding passes were printed…well, I tried.

I logged on to the website just before we were heading to bed to print our passes to make our morning go more smoothly. I put in our name and the date. Nothing. Minor panic. I put in what I thought was our reservation number. Nothing. Little more panic. I finally got the reservation number right. Hooray! Wait. What?

There, on the screen, was our reservation for the dates I ORIGINALLY told the travel agent I wanted. Which meant our flight left on THURSDAY. Not really helping us for SATURDAY. Enter full panic mode.

I called the airline. Since there was a storm on Thursday there was not much they could do for us other than 1. send us out on Monday (unacceptable) or 2. we could be at Midway at 4:30 Saturday morning, pay an additional $500 (did I mention that I’m cheep?), and hope to get on a standby flight. Yeah. That wasn’t really working for me.

I called the after hours “emergency” number with the travel agent. The first person I talked to looked at our itinerary and told us that we were good for Saturday. Well, at least it confirmed that I wasn’t completely nuts. She put me on hold for what felt like forever (no special thanks to awful hold music) only to tell me that the person who can fix it was not answering their phone. She assured me they’d call me back that night (this was at 9:40 pm). 11:20 I call back and have to explain my flight plight again. She can’t find the person to fix it either. Great.

While I’m whining to this poor person telling her how I’m going to have to be up in three hours (if I can even get to sleep in the first place) to hope to get on the plane (and have to loiter at Midway, which is not really my idea of a good time) to get to my unintentioned vacation with my in-laws tired and grumpier than normal, I get a beep that someone is trying to call. It’s the guy no one can find! Hooray! He found two tickets for us one-way. Out of O’Hare. With no additional cost to us. Hooray! Today’s round of traveling panic is over, more or less, for now!


Crazy Vacation Post: What? No free wi-fi?!

Sigh. Why does vacation need to be such a giant pain in the tushie? I was all set to post a bunch of travel/family crazy for you all week while I was gone, but the resort we were staying at CHARGED for wifi. I love you all (all six readers), but I’m a little too cheep to pay for internet access all week. I thought I’d find a hot spot (there HAS to be a Starbucks in town, right? Not really. Unless you count the one in the grocery store. Which I don’t.), but no such luck. I figured you deserved better than what I could type on my phone. You are totally welcome!

Here’s a little vacation background before I launch into a series of posts which WOULD have been shared in real time if the stupid resort wasn’t so stingy.

Mr Grumpy and I always take the week between Christmas and New Year’s off. Both of our offices are closed so it’s not like we make a huge choice about this. Every year we drive home to Ohio to struggle to balance our time between our families (who thought that it was better to have both families in the same area? Oh  yeah, that was me. I think I’ve changed my mind) and not lose our minds. We don’t usually succeed. This year we decided to use that time to take advantage of our vacation club and get out of Dodge for the week. Time together. Time to chill. Time without family. Brilliant, right? Well, wait before you answer that one.

We told our families about our plans early so they had plenty of time to adjust to the thought of us not being there for the holidays. Mine was generally OK (grandma is still working on eternal guilt for ruining the holidays, but I shipped her some nice new nightgowns and a pretty postcard so I redeemed myself. A little. Maybe.). Mr Grumpy’s…well, they had a different plan. Turns out his sister-in-law’s mom lives in the same area so they altered their travel plans to be there the same week as us. And bring his mom. Kind of defeating the purpose of us getting out of town. Great.

Needless to say, this was the beginning of vacation adventures (or misadventures…depending on your outlook). Be prepared for virtual vacation slide shows (and other tales of crazy)!

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