Hey, all! Happy New Year.
We rolled back in to our driveway at about 4:30 this afternoon. It is so good to be home, I can't even tell you. Being the anal-retentite that I am, I am fully unpacked with loads of laundry going. That may not sound like that big of a deal, but you didn't see how much shopping I did while we were gone. My poor shaggin-wagon was so loaded down by the time we got home that we were having a hard time closing the back doors.
Highlights of our trip are as follows:
I attended my first live yoga class with my sister-in-law, Susan. I'd been doing videos for about a year and a half now (sporadically, I must admit), and it was wonderful to attend a real class. I couldn't believe how loose my back and shoulders felt. It made me that much more excited to move to Boise, where I'll be able to attend classes any time I want.
We went to Midnight Mass with Matt's parents on Christmas Eve. The singing was sure purty, though I was thoroughly annoyed by the sermon. I have a hard time sitting through those anymore, so I tried my old fall-back for Wisconsin church services: counting the number of people attending Mass who wore Green Bay Packer memorabilia. This year was a big let-down, since I could only see two kids in GBP jackets. I noted that Harley-Davidson apparel is on the upswing, though.
Christmas was spent in Sheboygan with the whole family contingent. It was a really nice day and I'm always amazed at how much less Matt's family argues compared to mine.
Matt's parents gave us a nice check for Christmas, and we got Sirius satellite radio for our drive home. I cannot tell you how much more pleasant it made those 1800 miles.
We got to have dinner in Madison with my friend, Carla. She's one of my internet friends that Sherri wrote about. It was so great to see her--she's such a genuine person and we had plenty to talk about.
Finally? On the way home? (This one time? At band camp?) We went to THE SPAM MUSEUM! Don't make the mistake my brother did when I told him about it. I'm talking about the canned meat product, not those annoying penis enlargement ads you get via e-mail. True confession time: I love Spam. I think it's awfully tasty fried up and served on toasted bread with mayonaise. Plus, it's totally a cultural icon. The museum was a hoot, especially the video of the Monty Python skit with the Vikings in the cafe' singing, "Spam, spam, spam, spam, wonderful Spam!"
So that's a quick recap. Many, many thanks to Sherri and Louisiana Casey for doing such a great job blog-sitting for me. You guys rock, and I'm sending you something I made as a show of appreciation. As soon as I have time to make it.