High score

I have been struggling with my weight for years.  Until a little more than two years ago, I had my weight to a reasonable level.  I mostly did it by exercise, so when I got an injury, my weight skyrocketed.  I keep telling myself that now that I am released to use the gym again, I should be getting serious about losing the weight.  I need to get up early and do the exercise before work, since I can’t seem to get there after work.

I will get serious when I am back from my trip.

Overwhelming myself

With the ADHD, I find that I try to do way too many things at once. Like I said in an earlier post, I’m prepping for vacation, so I got several posts started. All the post drafts are calling to me. All at once.

I know, logically, that I can’t do everything at once, but I’ll try. Actually, I’ll try to save something to do later. Like I planned.

Finishing the license plate saga

After all the trouble getting the license plate and scheduling and rescheduling everything, yesterday was the day that I had to get the car to the police station to get the fix it ticket signed off.

I managed to get the license plate, tape, and cleaning wipes to the car. I found a good spot to attach the plate. I had been warned that the tape I used will be PERMANENT. No problem.

I got up to the police station and there were two women in the station already. They also had a fix it ticket to take care of. I overheard “Well, your fix it ticket is for not having the sticker on your car. Your sticker is there in your hand, so I can’t sign off that it was fixed, because I can see that it wasn’t. If it’s in your hand, it’s not on your car.” The response: “We left the car at home, so we wanted to show that we got the sticker.” Ummmm…. The very patient officer suggested that they go home and put the sticker on the car and then try to get the ticket signed. “but, the type of ticket you have requires you to go downtown to fix it, or over to the college.” Oh, boy… I was not hopeful that I could get my ticket signed.

The officer sent the two ladies on their way. I didn’t even get a chance to say anything and the officer took the ticket from me. “Oh, a license plate. I actually have to go look.” I told him to look at it as getting a walk and some fresh air in. “A walk? How far away did you park? Don’t tell me you left your car at home, too!” No no. It’s across the street about four cars down, parked perpendicularly. He looked at it. “Yes, there’s a plate there.” He signed my paper and I thanked him and told him to enjoy his walk back. He said that he was glad I didn’t go when it was raining.

I got home and copied the paperwork and got it in an envelope with a stamp. We even made it to the post office that same day.

Now, I just need the radio pulled out of the other car, and I’ll donate that. Getting stuff done! I am not mentioning the library books that need to go back before I leave on my trip.

License plate adventure

When I was in Vegas, my daughter texted me a photo of a ticket that was left in the car we don’t drive often. It never had a front license plate and there’s no place to put it, anyhow.

I also have a car that I’m going to donate as soon as I can get someone to take the radio out of it. It’s sentimental, not that it’s a decent radio or anything.

I messaged my friend, asking where I should take the car for the license plate, and if he knew anyone who would come to remove the radio. He said he’d do both on his next day off. Perfect!

I rushed around to get a new replacement plate. I squeezed a trip to AAA into my schedule. I got there, waited in line, and explained what I needed. I was handed paperwork and told to bring in the old plates. Oh boy! Now I needed tools to get the old plate off.

I figured it out and got the plate and the paperwork to AAA after getting all the info together. I turned over the old plate and got the new ones. I installed the new rear one. My friend cancelled. Great.

I texted another friend about the radio and the license plate. He said he could help with the radio, but had no experience with license plates. No problem. I called my mechanic to ask what to do, expecting him to recommend someone. “Heavy duty double stick tape.” I can do that.

So the next thing in the agenda is to wait for the rain to stop, then take the paperwork and car to the police station to get it signed off. Hopefully that’ll be tomorrow.

Guest bloggers

I have asked a few friends to be guest bloggers while I’m away without internet access for a few days.

You’ll see a couple of posts from them over the next few weeks, while we get some bugs worked out, and they get the feel for it.

So far, Rob and Michelle have graciously accepted and have started writing their first posts. There will probably be a few others coming on board soon. Please welcome them warmly.

Leaving Las Vegas

The last day in Vegas is always a quiet one. We are generally exhausted by the last day. I still had to pack and get my stuff to the bell desk so we could wander around without our luggage after we checked out. We set the alarm so that we wouldn’t oversleep. At 9am, the alarm roused me from a DEEP sleep. Ok. Ok. Ok. I’m up. I’m gathering my stuff.

Housekeeping knocked at the door at 9:02 am. Really? You’re wanting to clean the room now after not showing for two days?

We had breakfast after we checked out. Then we all did our own thing for a while. We made the mistake of not looking at the denomination on the slot machine and blew through $20 in one pull. Well, that wasn’t fun.

At about 2pm, two of us ended up at happy hour. We had bbq pork tacos, fries and housemade fireball. Yum! It didn’t taste like cinnamon syrup, just cinnamon.

After happy hour, we found three of our group sitting in the food court with one of them sound asleep on the bench, waiting for the time to leave for the airport. I did what any good friend would do. I took a photo and sent it to her wife. I didn’t post it for the world to see.

We caught Lyft, said goodbye to the one who was staying one more day, and we headed to the airport. We had different flights, so we say around, waiting at the airport after a smooth check-in and security check.

I walked around and found souvenirs since I didn’t do much shopping during the weekend. All but two of us at the airport got on the first flight home.

I wandered down to my gate and had about fifteen minutes to wait. I got on the plane and ended up sitting next to two small boys who were already in the middle and window seats. They had one iPad between them. They were arguing a little bit over what to play. The last two women on the place voiced theirs complaint that there weren’t two seats together. The flight attendant basically told them to deal with it and sit down. I started reading with myself about what to do on the plane, sleeping vs reading vs blogging. As soon as we pulled away from the gate, the two boys lost Wi-Fi so they decided to sleep. I decided to sleep since they were quiet. I woke up twenty minutes later and worked on the blog from the previous days. No reading got done.

When we landed, the boy in the middle seat tried waking up the window seat boy. It took quite a bit to wake him. When I finally stood up, I could hear the flight attendant arguing with a woman who wanted to get off rear door. The rear door isn’t attached to the gate. Not happening lady.

I got to baggage claim and called my daughter to get me when the bags started moving. I waited inside for her once I got my bags. I was standing with a woman with a small child and a lot of luggage who was waiting for her husband. She moved outside when I did. She left her son with the luggage and ran a few yards down to see if her husband was there. Her husband had parked far away. She was making trips with the luggage and her son kept following her back and forth. Finally, the husband gets out of the car. He looks very familiar. He works in the same building with me. What a small world!

My daughter arrived after being lost for a little while. We loaded up the car and were on our way. When we got home, I half unloaded my suitcases, set the alarm, and went to bed, since I cancelled my day off for the next day.

Day three in Vegas


The seventh member of the group arrived while we were having coffee in the hotel room before breakfast.

I finally got a photo of the view from our room.

We wandered off to the convenience store to get things to have happy hour in our room.  As we were walking, the eighth member of our group appeared by taxi and waved to us.

The Pacquiao vs Broner fight was at our hotel. When we made the reservations months ago, the fight hadn’t been scheduled yet, so it was just bad timing.  So, we decided that we’d have to get far away from the hotel during the event. It started at 9 pm, so the crowds were anticipated at around 3. We made dinner reservations at a different hotel.  We chose a Brazilian steakhouse in the Paris.  It was just Eh.

We headed off to see dueling pianos since we were already in the Paris.  I have a few clips, but nothing full length.  It was fun, but my friend found a better place with a live band just a little ways down the hallway.

Dueling pianos

Fireball and Jagermeister shots.  Female band

Six drunk adults getting into a Lyft after bar hopping was hysterical.  We aren’t as young as we used to be, but we managed to get back to our hotel.

We found out that housekeeping hadn’t gotten to our room since my roommate had slept a lot of the day.  Not a big deal, they’ll get to it tomorrow.