An update.....then I will go lurk!!!

So, last weekend I spent a ton of hours driving cross country with my mom to meet my youngest bro---TO GET HER DOG!!! The dog's name is Simon---a miniture pincher, but I've nicknamed him "KILLER" or better yet, my brother renamed him "DEVIL DOG".

So, here's the story....Friday, I work a loooong day shift at the tower and go home with a mighty headache (day one of my migraine). I go to bed early and sleep, well, rather shitty. Saturday morning, I go to work at the butt-crack of dawn (headache still a blazen'---day 2) and stick it out for the rest of my shift.

My mom comes to pick me up from Denver International Airport (for those of you that don't know, I work at the tower as an air traffic controller) at 1:45pm. We start on the road at that time and head east to Illinois (I'm driving b/c it would take us a week to get there if my mom would drive---I bring radar detector and speed pretty much the entire way).

We get to our destination (Vandalia, IL) at 4:00 in the morning---yes, I said 4am---I have driven almost 1000 miles in 14 some hours. We get a hotel and crash. My brother, meanwhile, has left Indianapolis and is traveling west (with "KILLER") to meet us in Illinois. I tell him, "the earlier, the better" so we can get back on the road and get back home. BTW, still have headache!

At six o'clock ----yes, 2 hours later, my brother calls to tell me he is 1 hour away and "btw, you'll never guess what just happened!!!" (some background info--my brother has never had luck with cars. long story long---his blazer wouldn't start the day before and he has borrowed his girlfriend's car to get "KILLER" to us). So, it's dark, and he is in the passing lane, passing a Semi, and in the middle of his lane is a spare tire that another Semi has "lost" and he runs right over the damn thing (now I'm talking wheel, tire, and all).

After getting his heart out of his throat, he has to stop and rip off part of the front bumper b/c it is dragging.....needless to say major damage is done to the car ----over $2000.00 worth. He was pretty upset about the whole thing, but I told him the car can be fixed---he's just lucky he didn't roll the car, or swerve into oncoming traffic.

So, anyway, we finally meet up and get "KILLER" into my mom's car, and off we go (it's 7am). Back west on I70---1000 miles to go. We end up back home at 10pm (yes, that's 10PM). I am pooped and it takes me 2 days to recover b/c while all this is going on, I'm coming down with a cold. (headache's finally gone, btw)

So, long story long, I ate a WHOPPER (with mayo) and french fries on the way back home and I got on the scale and I had a LOSS----go figure??? 166.8. Ten more pounds and I think I will be back into size 10. Who'd a thunk it?

Sorry so long winded

SJ