Woke up at 5am and somehow maneuvered a giant 75lb suitcase down 3 flights of stairs quietly as to not wake the neighbors.
At the airport, I was told that one suitcase weighed in at 45 and one weighed in at 75. The limit for the first was 70, for the 2nd, 50. I had to take out 5 lbs from one and put it in the other. I asked why? Because it evens out to be the same weight anyway, but the lady refused and told me to take stuff out. I did, a few books, and she didn't even weigh it and told me to roll both of the suitcases over to the loading station. She wouldn't let me use my cart, and I asked her how she expected me to roll 2 giant suitcases over without a cart. Finally she agreed to help me lift them onto the cart. I was peeved so when I rolled my stuff over I stuck what I took out right back in to the suitcase
There was a little dog on my flight. I didn't know dogs could count as carry ons.
I watched a few TED talks, about autism, obesity, India, and art. Felt pretty inspired. As I descended, the flight attendant popped his collar, pointed at me and said "You. Young lady. Thanks". I nodded, wondering if he knew I was really a 45 yr old man.
My mom greeted me at Carousel B for "bag" (which was repeated over and over on the loud speaker on the plane) and took me home, where I was greeted by Cloudy. I gave him the mouse and the fancy feast (Grilled Salmon with Gravy) Ali and I used for the Kitty Kat video.
She then took me to my brothers' Tennis Camp at UCLA for their last day. I gave them their presents from Pennsylvania: singing magnets, a bat hat, and grow your own fossils (this bag of what looks like sand- you're supposed to pour it into water, and then these bug like fossils will hatch, and when they all die you pour out the water and let it dry, and then pour in water again and new ones will hatch)
Mom made yummy Chinese food. She made this dish which is like a Chinese calzone basically, with rice noodles, egg, and chives inside. It's one of my favorite thing she makes. Then the doorbell rang and it was the delivery man delivering my new beautiful MacBook Pro. Woo! No more broken disc drive!
I showed my littles the trailer for Catfish. Alex changed his Facebook name to "Megan Faccio"
Interesting:
"participants who were cued with the idea of money didn't enjoy or savour a chocolate bar as much as those not reminded of money. When participants looked at a picture of money beforehand, the average time spent eating the chocolate went down from 45 seconds to 32 seconds. Levels of enjoyment reported afterwards also went down, from 5 to 3.6 on a scale of 1 to 7, where 7 is maximum enjoyment."
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