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Dec. 2nd, 2006 12:01 amOh, and this is a "what I did on my vacation" post. Or maybe, more accurately, "what I didn't do on my vacation" post.
So it started out badly. ( Why I didn't want to travel in the first place: )
( And then I got sick. And DH got sick, too. We were a lot of fun, let me tell you! )
The good bit was seeing everyone. Even better was seeing so many of those people looking so good. My sister has lost a ton of weight, and, thanks to the diet she's on, has not only completely controlled her blood sugar, but her gray hairs have brown roots. Amazing diet that. Hard as hell to stay on, but amazing results if you're true. One of these days I'll go on it again, especially if Babe ever shows signs of being chronically ill.
DH's ex-roomate not only has lost his pudge, but is even starting to socialize! It's possible that he won't remain a bachelor his entire life, although at 42 he's getting on the "confirmed" side of things. But, you never know. He looks happy, and that's the important thing. If I were Emma, I might try setting him up with![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
zalena, but I'm not Emma, thank goodness.
Speaking ofzalena, we had dinner with her, and that was wonderful. It was a simple dinner of beef stew and homemade bread (I never did try that cheese, darn it) but it was delicious, and friendly, and generally lovely. Unfortunately, Babe was a tad cranky to begin with, but thanks to DH's wonderful parenting skills, his wonderful skills of impersonation, and a Kermit the Frog puppet, all was not miserable.
The hardest part was leaving everyone. That's the real reason I don't like travelling. When we left Pueblo, I was near tears. Seeing DH's parents was good, but seeing his sister and her kids was wonderful. Seeing Babe and his youngest cousin interact (by the time we left, they were great friends and co-conspirators in a couple of capers, including one that involved a bottle of cough syrup and a call to poison control) was almost painful, knowing that it was for such a short amount of time.
When we left, I wanted nothing more than to move there to be close to them. It's not feasible in any way, but that's what I wanted. It's kind of funny that I felt more meloncholy at leaving his family than mine, but I guess it's because his sister and I are in more similar places right now than my sister and I are. Also, his sister's kids are less spastic than my sister's kids, or maybe they just seem so because they're boys rather than girls. I really don't get along with girls very well. Especially not girly girls. (Barbie must die. She always did in my hands/imagination.)
And now we're home. Babe is suddenly very happy again, smiling, flirting, playing, and generally being the wonderful child he hasn't been since we left. However, it seems he has finally learned how to climb out of the crib. My sister's youngest taught him that. Naptime is going to be a chore from now on.
It is good to be home again. There's an awful lot to do before my parents come over for Christmas, not least of which is figuring out all our sleeping (and computer) arrangements. Hopefully I'll get over this cold thing quickly now that we're home. I expect I will, as my travelling is done.
I'm home now.
So it started out badly. ( Why I didn't want to travel in the first place: )
( And then I got sick. And DH got sick, too. We were a lot of fun, let me tell you! )
The good bit was seeing everyone. Even better was seeing so many of those people looking so good. My sister has lost a ton of weight, and, thanks to the diet she's on, has not only completely controlled her blood sugar, but her gray hairs have brown roots. Amazing diet that. Hard as hell to stay on, but amazing results if you're true. One of these days I'll go on it again, especially if Babe ever shows signs of being chronically ill.
DH's ex-roomate not only has lost his pudge, but is even starting to socialize! It's possible that he won't remain a bachelor his entire life, although at 42 he's getting on the "confirmed" side of things. But, you never know. He looks happy, and that's the important thing. If I were Emma, I might try setting him up with
zalena, but I'm not Emma, thank goodness.Speaking of
zalena, we had dinner with her, and that was wonderful. It was a simple dinner of beef stew and homemade bread (I never did try that cheese, darn it) but it was delicious, and friendly, and generally lovely. Unfortunately, Babe was a tad cranky to begin with, but thanks to DH's wonderful parenting skills, his wonderful skills of impersonation, and a Kermit the Frog puppet, all was not miserable. The hardest part was leaving everyone. That's the real reason I don't like travelling. When we left Pueblo, I was near tears. Seeing DH's parents was good, but seeing his sister and her kids was wonderful. Seeing Babe and his youngest cousin interact (by the time we left, they were great friends and co-conspirators in a couple of capers, including one that involved a bottle of cough syrup and a call to poison control) was almost painful, knowing that it was for such a short amount of time.
When we left, I wanted nothing more than to move there to be close to them. It's not feasible in any way, but that's what I wanted. It's kind of funny that I felt more meloncholy at leaving his family than mine, but I guess it's because his sister and I are in more similar places right now than my sister and I are. Also, his sister's kids are less spastic than my sister's kids, or maybe they just seem so because they're boys rather than girls. I really don't get along with girls very well. Especially not girly girls. (Barbie must die. She always did in my hands/imagination.)
And now we're home. Babe is suddenly very happy again, smiling, flirting, playing, and generally being the wonderful child he hasn't been since we left. However, it seems he has finally learned how to climb out of the crib. My sister's youngest taught him that. Naptime is going to be a chore from now on.
It is good to be home again. There's an awful lot to do before my parents come over for Christmas, not least of which is figuring out all our sleeping (and computer) arrangements. Hopefully I'll get over this cold thing quickly now that we're home. I expect I will, as my travelling is done.
I'm home now.
