We had a spectacular view from our hotel room. That's Alcatraz off in the distance. The closer island, before the mountain.
And I never really adjusted to Pacific Coast time, so I saw an awful lot of this out the other side of the room - we had a really awesome corner room that was basically two walls of windows.
The Golden Gate Bridge was spectacular.
And Lombard Street really is super steep and very crooked - we walked to it, down it, up it, and back down again.
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I go away with my husband once a year. It's a trip for work, an award that he has won for ten years now - as long as the company has been offering the trip, he's won it.
The next couple of posts will be pictures from the trip, and here's one of my favorites:
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Well. I didn't quite mean to be gone that long.
I left on Tuesday of last week at 7 a.m. for a flight to Detroit. I was a guest of the Ford Motor Company, and I had a fantastic, fun filled three days that I so desperately needed.
My life is nothing if not a roller coaster. Get this - I was sent away alone, forced to drink their beverages of unlimited quantity, hang out with fantastic friends, make some amazing new ones, and allowed to drive their amazing automobiles.
I love my job.
The first night we were there, I kicked field goals on the home field for the Detroit Lions. I spent one day in the classroom setting, which was nice. Info on both of those can be found here. You should go read. It's a really awesome post.
The next day, they trusted me - me, ol' Leadfoot Lucy - to drive their cars. The results were SPECTACULAR. I do not recommend you read this post. I ENCOURAGE you and actually DEMAND you to read it - it's really that good. And, also, funny.
I'm also kind of in a little contest to see who can get more pageviews on their youtube channel.
The next three days my dad, step mom and half sister were here. It was so, so much fun. A close family friend - we just call him Uncle, it's easier - came over one evening - I'd planned to write but visiting took precedence.
The day after they got here, family from my husband's side came for my father in law's 91st birthday party. Which was yesterday.
And, today, when I woke up and checked my online work due dates, I realized that what I had *thought* was 3 due was, in actuality, 9. So, other than a dental appt for one of my kids, I didn't get up from this chair.
Except to pee. And now I'm going to Zumba. And then I'm typing some more before bed.
Didja miss me?
PLEASE go read those posts. I'm super proud of my mad driving skillz, yo.
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This past weekend I flew from home to San Jose by way of Houston.
And, duh, then I came back. The same route, in reverse.
Wanna know why I was flying? Check it out. It's pretty cool.
I had my typical bad travel karma on the way out, which is to say that I was "randomly" searched at security, had to run for the gate in Houston, the tram broke down, I sat on said tram (after the THIRD time it broke down) withing literal spitting distance - see, I'm not exaggerating -
Project 29/366
But I wanted to share with you something that happened on the way home.
We flew from San Jose to Houston, and about halfway through the flight, the turbulance began and we were alerted to a storm. We bounced up and down and up again, and I was pleasantly surprised to see this:
Project 31/366 - photoshopped a teeny bit, so that the rainbow "popped", but not so much as you might think - it was REALLY stormy.
There's always a rainbow. Somewhere.
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That's what my husband told me tonight, and that's what I've got to remember.
So far, the trip has been awesome. We drove into Atlanta, spent two days with friends, swam in their pool and had a delicious bbq.
Wait. Let me add this in as a explain-or. I'm not going to use any kids names here, so as to protect the innocent and help me stay alive - I'm really certain you can figure out who is who, but please don't guess, ok?
One of my kiddos had a meltdown of epic proportions that first night. And that second night. Said child wanted to go home, please let me go home, I want my own home.
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This week is Autism Awareness Week at DietsInReview - how exercise and nutrition can help manage the disease. There will be fresh posts each day from parents and professionals alike. I'd also be pleased if you could click over and read what I have to say on necessary supplements - there's a bonus for which writer has the most traffic and I'd so love to win this month!
Wednesday morning I'm flying to New York City.
We all know I have lousy travel karma. My last flight involved a security issue, a safety issue, a canceled flight, a plane that died while taxing, and an arrival in NYC 8 hours late. But I got there, damnit!
I'm traveling to participate in an event that shall not be named on this here site due to ad network restrictions, but I'll be tweeting it (follow me on twitter at mttsm) and you can follow my adventures with the hashtag that rhymes with LingaSmitchen. Or you can go here and read all about the details. It looks really, really interesting.
I'm looking forward to seeing some of my bestest blogging friends and bringing down the city. I LOVE NYC.
Did I already mention that?
I'm not so nervous about flying, and can't wait for the trip - but I am uber nervous about one very special element of the trip. I'm meeting with my potential book agent to present my newly revamped book proposal. When I first sent her my proposal, she indicated that it was rambling and didn't crystallize the concept of my book very well, and encouraged me to redo said proposal, concentrating on several key areas. I think I've done that. I hope. If you are so inclined, I could really use the positive vibes/good juju/fervent prayers on my behalf.
Oh, and I still need to um, actually finish said proposal. I'm almost done. But I'm not sure it's enough.
Seriously, I need the prayers.
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