Tuesday, October 23, 2007

NEWSFLASH

So, you are all probably wondering how my trip went. First of all, I decided I’d better stop trying to run the show here and just gave a few verbal reminders before leaving; that and some store bought frozen food. I called and J. said everything was fine. Kids were screaming in the background the whole time. That means everything was normal. Guess what? When I got home from my incredible trip, everyone was still alive and the house was still standing and granted it wasn’t clean, but it was pretty much in its normal state of semi-chaos and not total chaos. D&D said they had fun with Papi, everyone made it to everything they were supposed to be at, and I’m impressed. Apparently J. had actually cooked green eggs and ham. I’m sort of hoping that they were supposed to be green, but I didn’t get around to asking about that, because I was too busy telling what I dared about my trip. According to J. everything went fine. Not many details though, so what I don’t know won’t hurt me right? Except the kids told me a bunch of stuff. So far nothing was too shocking. And guess what else? Everyone was happy to see me and I was happy to see them and everyone still loves everyone, and life is good! So our home and family will at least occasionally survive without me for a day or two… I think I’m going to change my job description a little. The nice thing is everyone is really glad I’m back even if I am a pain in the neck and I’m glad to be back even though everyone else can also be a pain in the neck too. Life IS good.

As for the trip, the interpreter conference was excellent, very informative and a nice professional shot in the arm. We have lots of plans for Utah interpreters now and for our own interpreting. There were 7 of us “Utahns” there. I also learned that I can afford to buy a stun gun and where to get one… think that will get me more compliance around here? It could be this generation’s belt! I also met an interpreter whose mother I knew in Chile. What a small world. I’m so glad she is doing great at 80. So cool. What an amazing world it is.

The rest of the trip is largely confidential in details because what happens in Las Vegas stays in Las Vegas, or as I say what you spend in Las Vegas, stays in Las Vegas. I want to keep my friends so I am not going to tell stories about them. I went with 3 other ladies and we had a blast. And we learned to exercise. I haven’t laughed so much and so hard in a long time. We decided it was a good thing we don’t drink since we were bad enough as it is. I also learned that if you leave me alone in a car with 3 friends and for 5-6 hours, I will tell all. No truth serum required. Since they have told too much also we are now sort of a secret combination. The other nice thing about walking around Vegas in a non alcoholic stupor is that nobody whined! We ate at The Cheesecake Factory at Caesar’s Palace and the buffets at Paris and Luxor. Good eats! We brought some cheesecake home with us. OK. Now just so this won’t be too boring I will tell on myself and you will get an idea of what the whole trip was like. Just a series of nutty paranormal or ABnormal events. We sit down at the table in the Paris Buffet and I pick up my napkin and go to roll the utensils out of it and one of them went flying out and down. I look and I’m missing a spoon. SO I look all over and can’t find it anywhere. My bag was on the floor so I thought maybe it fell in there so I checked but there wasn’t anything in there. Of course I eventually just gave up because things have a way of falling into black holes and reappearing in impossible places later around my house. I don’t know why, I’ve just learned to accept it. So the next day I’m digging around my purse looking for something when what do I come across?

I’m a spoonlifter! I’m not sure why. I must be deeply disturbed. My trip mates were a blast.

Now back to real life. My husband just got back from visiting my dad who just got out of surgery, and he is doing good. First he had a back surgery a few months ago and now he had a heart surgery to implant a defibrillator. Now he is bionic! Hopefully his recovery will go great too and he can get back to doing things that don’t involve battery powered tools, etc. I will leave my stun gun at home when I go visit. Promise. But I bet my bro will bring the kid’s racing car remote just to test it on him.
My fearless friends. Can you guess who I am? Tricky, I know.

3 comments:

Karen said...

Sounds like fun, and it's wonderful that you were able to get away from your home commitments and enjoy yourself. Maybe I'll have to hook up with you at Vegas sometime. I was there just once in my life and couldn't wait to get out. But maybe lifting spoons is the key to good times. ;)

Cecily R said...

You naughty little spoon stealer! I have a lot of random spoons in our silverware drawer and I have no clue where they came from. Does that mean I am a closet, dual personality spoon lifter too?

carrie & troy keiser said...

Hello, I was getting the url for one of my posts to link it to today's and I found yor comment from a month ago! Sorry it has taken me so long to get back to you and thanks for the comment.
Sounds like you had a good time in Vegas. We use to live in Vegas and my husband was born and raised there. I will come back now that I've been here.