I am feeling recovered enough to talk about my day. Some intense vegging time in front of the TV perked me up enough.
My friend Ginger and two of her daughters came all the way from Utah to spend a few hours basking in my glorious presence. I had joked with her Sunday that if she wanted to come on over for a play date that we had today(Wednesday) free. She works for an airline so she gets to fly free and decided to pop on by.
We had a very long but pretty fun day. I think her day was much longer than mine since she had to get up at 3am and had a layover in Southern California. They did not have a direct flight available which would have given us more fun time. We did decide that when she next came it should be for a girl's weekend out and no kids should be in sight.
I rented a minivan so that she could see some of the sights of the city (we have a sedan so there would not have been room for her kids). I must say that I think I am in love. The new minivans are so much better than the boxy old thing that I learned to drive in. There was so much room too. I was a bit put off at first but soon my minivan legs kicked in and I had no problem with the larger bulk of the vehicle. I may go out and get pregnant just so we have to get one soon (haha just kidding.............I think).
It was my first time driving to the airport. I hate going to new places. I have a very strong fear of getting lost, almost to the point of it being a phobia. I am pretty good at gritting my teeth and just doing it but I white knuckle it the whole time and obsess. I love that getting directions off the internet is so easy. I wonder what people did before that. Maps I guess but that is not always a sure bet, especially if your map is old or you have no idea what direction you are moving in.
I do enjoy the rush that comes from successfully finding my way. I am very aware of my surroundings and manage to avoid getting lost by noting land marks. My grandmother quite seriously told my one of my sisters and I that my father was such a good navigator because we had a Portuguese ancestor(for those not in the know the Portuguese were very good sailors and discovered large chunks of South America). My husband likes to joke that if I donate blood too often my Portuguese blood might disappear. I get the last laugh because when I drive with my husband I am the navigator. My husband tends to get tunnel vision and quite honestly could not navigate his way out of a paper bag. I wonder how he managed to survive before he met me.