Sinkful in Chore World

New Year Resolutions are so yesterday. Everyone is talking of word of the year. If I should have one, it needs to be anti-procrastination. Although from the amount of food I ate today, one would wonder if it is EAT till stomach burst. Neil and hubs have recovered completely and I feel worst in the mornings, and slowly start getting better over the day. After two days of complete rest, we finally ventured out today. As part of the whole anti-p deal, I wanted to send a book to my niece (which was sitting at the coffee table forever), and send her home keys to my friend. It was on my to-do list for a whole month. Got both of that done at the Post Office and next we headed to Chipotle for some dinner. I was planning only on having half a burrito bol, but sad to say, licked it clean.

After that, as if all the hogging were not enough, we went to Don Pablos for dessert. Hubs and I shared a chocolate volcano. I was saying I am too full and cannot eat a thing, but proceeded to do good damage to that as well. I know it is TMI, but I had to unbutton my jeans on the way back.

Clearly, 2011 does not seem to be the year I am going to lose any weight.

Another A-P thing I did was to clean out the van. What a mess! I am not entirely sure how two adults and one baby can make so much mess. It felt SO GOOD to clean it out. I am excited to tackle these long overdue things on my list.

I have to admit though, that I am kind of neglecting my daily chores like sweeping the floor. I am thinking that if I ignore it long enough, it will qualify for the a-p list and then I can feel really good about myself. A win-win really.

I had sent a card to my friend and it came back undeliverable. Today I got an email from her saying she has been in Tahiti for the last 9 days and is going to Bora Bora tomorrow and will call me after she gets back. What a boring life! I get to clean out chewed out goldfish crackers from my minivan. I bet she doesn't even have a minivan.

I am happy for her.

Maybe 90% happy and 10% jealous. (Name that famous serial)

Signing off to tackle my sink-ful life,

Annie

Happy New Year

I already did my reflections on 2010 post a week before. What about the resolutions one? I want to look back on my 2010 resolutions post for a minute here. It should be highly entertaining. Like laugh at me funny.

Here it is

1. Bible Reading: I started out well, and happy to say ending well. In the middle of the year with 3 months of travel from May to October, it didn't really go well at all.

2.Floss: Probably did that twice in 2010. The aim was 4 times a week. That is what is called a stellar failure

3. Prenatal Vitamins: Actually, this takes the cake. I never even bought it from the store. Forget about eating it.

4. Blog 100 posts: Actually, including this it will be 57, so it was not too bad. Not the goal, but at least not an epic failure. And as a side note, can I say I am so so glad that I blogged monthly Neil updates. I already find myself forgetting the details and it is so neat for me to go back and read it.

5. Water Intake: I think for about 50% of the time, I managed around a bottle a day.

6. I have to laugh as I re-read the original post. I had forgotten about 6 and 7 and jumped from point 5 to 8. Maybe one of the resolutions this year should be to learn from 1 to 10?

8. Breakfast: Also, a very good failure. Maybe 20 times this year, if I am generous. Nowhere near everyday.

9. Stretching. Nope, must have done it 3 times or 5 tops.

10. Walk: Picked up towards the end, but what with the injuries and all that, Memaw has been taking it easy, kids.

11. Ladies Bible Study: Didn't go even once. I can't call it a failure as it was a conscious decision I had to take as Neil grew older. We have a very small chapel, and if I go for it, either myself or some lady has to take him out so we can do the study. There really is no childcare as such, and I didn't want to burden anyone. And they started doing combined studies which honestly I don't enjoy as much.

12. Read to baby: Finally, a success to report. Maybe because it was technically not a NYR, but something I was already doing? I read to him almost everyday and multiple times most days.

So, with the overall stellar failure of 2010 resolutions, I really shouldn't even think of any for 2011, right? But I did. I do have goals for 2011. Maybe if I call them goals instead of resolutions, I might do better.

I already have ours listed on the calendar. One of the main ones is I have to prepare for an exam which I am planning to take some time in April/May. And we have to put in a lot of effort combined towards our business. Pretty much that are the goals for 2011. And then there are some sundry little personal stuff that I need to work on. But I guess I don't need to humiliate myself (like I just did) by putting those here.

I leave with you two pictures. One at the beginning of the year and one towards the end. Nothing reminds me how fast time flies as this:

January 2010



December 2010




Wish all of you a wonderful 2011.

Highlights from my week and thoughts running through my head

1. Wrapped gifts under the tree
2. Half clean house
3. Sick hubby who needs a lot of TLC
3. Eating leftovers for myself and soup for hubby to make time for cleaning
4. Hoping I haven't gotten sick as well
5. Wondering where all our guests are going to sleep
6. Keeping DH away from work and trying to get him to rest
7. Thrilled and looking forward to spending time with family.
8. Hope they would like my cooking after being used to my sisters awesome food.
9. Praying that I won't sing off-key during the cantata
10. Wondering why I could not come up with a shorter title for this post

Honors of War

Most studies among married couples show that people fight about finances the most.

This is what we fight about. A conversation before sleep:

Me: I got a comment on my blog the other day from Lizzy that my travel trials might beat her worst experience

Hubs: It still won't beat mine

Me: WHAT?

Hubs: Yeah, the time I went to India via Singapore

Me: Oh, you mean the engine caught on fire

Hubs: No, that never happened, but we nearly hit a mountain when we were trying to land during a typhoon. We only missed by 10,000 ft.

Me: Mine is so much worse. Don't try and steal my thunder. Plus we had a lot of turbulence in one sector.

I do happen to think mine is much worse. At least there is something romantic in trying to land in a typhoon and almost hitting a mountain etc. I mean it is a tale to tell to your grandchildren. Trust me, there was nothing romantic about mine. It was just plain frustrating and ...illogical. Here is a conversation I had with a United agent sitting in a call center in India.

Me: Another concern that I have is that the when my first bag was delivered, they never gave me a call, but rang the bell at 3:00 am. Thankfully, my husband heard the bell, so we got the bag. How many people do you know are wide awake at 3:00 in the morning?

Agent: Ma'm, there could be a reason that the person didn't call. Maybe he didn't want to disturb you at that time of the day.

Me: (I take in a moment to absorb this.) What you said just now...does this make sense even to you? He comes to my door and rings the bell at 3 am to deliver something and he doesn't call me before because he doesn't want to disturb me?

Agent: Hmm, well, yeah...

Me: !!!

My name is Annie

and I am a member of Bloggers Anonymous. Well, I don't know if that exists, but if it did, I would be a member. I have been a dreadfully bad blogger. Of course since I am with family, I can always use that excuse, but to be honest I would blame it on the mouse. The computer in my parent's house is an ancient article and you pay for the Internet by the minute. I know, a very novel concept for the rest of the world. And the mouse, it is enough to give all the mice in the rest of the world a bad name.

When all is said and done, the reason is I am busy sleeping and eating. I am so lazy that I am not even commenting on the few blogs that I actually managed to visit. I am growing fat with the food of the land. And my stomach has bloated to such proportions with this lifestyle that I look about 3 months pregnant. I hope my dear husband will recognize me when I get back.

It is a very rambly, no point post the kind you have come to expect from my blog. Thank you everyone for your sweet comments and emails. I will get back to everyone as soon as I can (when I get back). Hope all of you had a wonderful Christmas and New Year. I made a list of my goals for 2008. I think it is the first time I am doing this. There are only 4 main things which I am listing.

• Read the entire Bibe by March 31
• Walk every morning for half an hour
• Set up a flower and vegetable garden
• Read 50 books this year

The garden has already been started by my father-in-law, so that goal is well in running. I have already read 2 books this year, so that is off to a good start. I am a little behind on the Bible reading and I hoping to catch up today. Walking has not happened a single day and I am hoping to do it once I am back home.

It has been fun reading the goals some of you have listed. I will mostly stay off online until I get back.

Have a wonderful time, everyone!

Getting dye off clothes

This is the first time I am participating in Shannon's WFMW.

My relatives in India, when they visited me gifted me with a shirt. It was a violent yellow and gold color and after wearing it once, I kept it aside on the floor to wash it separately. Hubby dear wanted to help me out and decided to do the laundry. He put it together with our other clothes and the result was pretty bad. All of his white T shirts and other white articles of clothing got dyed with a nasty yellow/orange. I tried bleach, washing it separately and it is not coming out. Can any of you suggest a method to get it out?

For more questions and answers visit Shannon at Rocks in my Dryer.

Pride before the crawl

R and I have an unwritten code. It is not a code per se, but more like a thing. Whenever one of us boasts about something, our gloating is sure to come back and bite us in the bohonkous. We cannot boast to each other about anything. And we learned that early in the relationship.


The first instance I remember was when I was visiting him in his new apartment downtown after he moved out of our old neighborhood. There was a rather sharp curve to get to his lane and it was hidden by a clump of trees and bushes. When we were at the signal just before our turn I mentioned that the driveway was slightly hidden. Hubs replied that he *NEVER misses* it in spite of that and that he maneuvers the sharp turn gracefully. And then in the course of his elaborate discourse, he missed the turn, took a one way, then a U turn in front of ongoing traffic to get back. Of course, I made fun of him for days (years) afterward. These are the tender moments in our marriage when we point at each other and laugh.

Another time was when my sister, her husband and kids were visiting me and R was trying to impress his fair lady's family. He told me how he would make them fall in love with him by making his specialty side dish, Raita, and how it *never fails*. Well, the curse of the PBTC was wrathful indeed and it ended up so spicy no one would eat it. So he made an impression alright, just not the one he was hoping for...

And I've had my valleys of humiliation as well. The latest example of PBTC being just last week: I was telling hubby how fast I was getting at typing and now I can type *without even looking at the keyboard*. (Yes, yes, we still haven't learnt...)

Anyway, yesterday I made a power point presentation at work for an agency meeting. A line was supposed to read:

"ABC will be an add on package to the system"

I sent in the presentation with a record turnaround time and 5 minutes later my Project Manager calls me.

PM (the ever diplomatic): Annie, seems like there is an error on slide 8

(I look for the squiggly line to tell me where I went wrong and there is nothing)

PM: Um, if you look in line 3, there is A-S-S (he doesn't say the word) on package instead of ADD on

I think for the first time in my life I know the meaning of blushing hotly.

I don't think I can ever live this down. My pride is in the dust. My only consolation is it did not go directly to the client.

As if I hadn't enough to do already

I need another online game addiction like I need a hole in my head, but I saw this in my friend's blog and could not resist. It is really fun and cool. You might need to brush up some basic physics though.

This is the site. Enjoy and let me know what your score was for your first attempt.

http://www.myfreegamespot.com/game/22548/Play-Ramps.html

101,220 was my score. The screen shot I tried to paste is not coming up. So you have to take me at my word. :D

Signs of Times

ETA: This is a verbatim example I found in one of those myspace like thingies. I did not make it up. And although I know it is used for texting, that is no excuse for inflicting it on the general public by posting on public forums.

"bUdDy (I changed the name)!!! De sweetest guy i've eva met on dis planet !!! Hs been wid me..as ma bst frnd n ma bro..thruout all ma bad n gud times !!!
He's dis guy who's alwayz busy wid sumthn or de othr tht he neva hs tym 2 cum online....bt thn weneva i'm in trouble he's thr rt beside me 2 console n brng me bck 2 normal....luv ya loaadddss !!! He's 1 of de vry few ppl wid whom i cn b maslf n trust ma life wid....i tlk wid him like i'm sum lil kid...bt he sez it's cute...he he !!! I still remembr...callin u n cryin ovr de ph @ midnyt....especially on day i rote ma acc. xam.....u were de only 1 2 whom i cud opn up sooo mch......i really dnt knw hw 2 thnk u 4 all dis."

Is the fact that the above paragraph annoys me no end because of it's blatant mutilation of the beautiful English language a sign that I am getting old?

This is one of my pet peeves. Do you have one and if so, what is that?

Oh! Lazy me!!

Greed:	Medium
Gluttony:	Low
Wrath:	Medium
Sloth:	High
Envy:	Very Low
Lust:	Very Low
Pride:	Medium

Take the Seven Deadly Sins Quiz

It is always the right time to eat

Kyla tagged me with the restaurant meme going on.
The rules are:

1. Name and link to the person who tagged you.
2. Name the state and country where you reside.
3. Name your five favorite local restaurants.
4. Tag others.

I live in sunny Florida.

I am not a huge fan of eating out-never was. My idea of a good meal is Rice, fried eggplant, mango pickle, and yogurt (something like sour cream) and a good book.

Book is to read and not to eat in case you were wondering.

This was my favorite meal when I was five and it still is except that I would maybe like to have the oil on the fried eggplant absorbed by a paper towel before I eat it.

As you can see, I have matured a lot in the last twenty years with regards to my food habits.

I have developed a wheat allergy since January which means that I pretty much cannot eat anything from outside except from Chipotle where I can eat the Burrito bol which comes without a Burrito. But everything in me fights against listing Chipotle as one of my favorite restaurants.

Like I said, I am not a big fan of eating out, so I will bend the rules a little bit and list my favorite restaurants I have been to in US and not local ones.

1) Saravana Bhavan, NYC: First time I ate here, I thought I had died and gone to food heaven. It.is.that.good. Hubby and I would seriously think about taking a trip to NYC just to eat there. It is rather expensive, but who cares? Their South Indian thali (wikipedia is your friend!) is the last word in thalis. I could eat there everyday and not get tired.

2) Penang, NYC: I think that's the name of the place. It is a Malaysian restaurant. Their Chicken kanai is AMAZING as is their fried ice cream with coconut.

Coming back to the local area,

3) Imperial Dynasty: Great Chinese food. Their seafood platter is de.li.cious. And the quantity. I could comfortably eat 4 meals off of that. It's that huge. And it is not even expensive. And I can pretty much eat everything on the menu. Additional points for that.

4) Toojays: I have never eaten a regular meal there, but it is the ideal place to go hang out for desserts. Their pastries and goodies are just purely chocolatey and sugary goodness. I got some recently for R's bday and it was heavenly.

Last but not least, I HAVE to include the tie that bound us all together in college days in Ohio. We all loved it irrespective of color, race, origin, nationality, gender, religious affiliation, dietary restrictions, bad days, good days.. You know what I am talking about..

FRENCH FRIES!!! I do not eat it that often anymore, but I STILL love it.

5) Checkers: BEST FF EVER!!!I have no idea what they do to make it so good. If you do not have checkers in your area, you are missing something, I am telling ya. It is more expensive as FF go, but for me it is worth every penny.

Ok now that I have bored you all to tears with my favorite foods, I am tagging 4 people according (bending again) to the rules of the meme.

1) HopiQ in Heart and Home
2) Karthik in Cognitive Cache
3) Vishakha in Something to Share
4) Secay in Secay's Diary

I am alive and kicking...myself mostly

I am still here. Very much alive, but incredibly busy. I am back from a site visit today which means I was out in the scorching FL sun for almost 12 hours. I generally work inside an air conditioned office and sometimes I wished I had field work outside. Just for a change. Today I realized that the grass was indeed greener on the office side.

Not that there is any grass in the office or that I can even see the grass outside while I am in the office- I just wrote it for the pure phraseology.

Coming back to the posts or lack thereof, we have VBS also going on at our chapel and I am helping out with that, so all my evenings are accounted for.

As if all this were not enough in addition to all the cooking and cleaning, I agreed to help hubby with his business by "interviewing" candidates for a position they are hiring.

Truly the kindness of my heart runs away with me.

And we have a guest coming at the end of the week and I have to get the house cleaned and the guest room set up. There is also a pile of wood sitting in the corner of our living room which when put together should be an entertainment armoire. So yeah, I am busy with a capital B and U and S and Y.

I may be absent from blogland until the end of the week and then I will spend some sweet time catching up with all you online friends and maybe even leave some comments if I can manage to interrupt my delightful lurking.

Oh, and Anna it was very sweet of you to ask how I was doing!!!

Random Musings

Ok, I decided I would try and post regularly which is to say at least once a week.

I have so much to say and no time to say it.

Just daily stuff, sometimes it would be so funny, sometimes a lesson learned or maybe even to vent.

When I get ready to go to sleep, I will be full of witticisms and ideas or even stuff that I feel I should write about.

In the morning-Nothing!

Finally, I know from my sitemeter that there are people from all over the world visiting my no-post blog. There aren't that many, but they are from Israel, Dubai, Europe, Germany, lots of places in the US where I AM PRETTY SURE I don't know anyone and also (listen to this everyone) AN UNKNOWN COUNTRY!!!

So please, except the one in the unknown country, will everybody else please stop by and say Hello? It would be so much fun to meet you all.

You do not have to agree with anything I say or write or even say that my blog is good (Grrrr! you better). But it would mean so much to me if you stop by on your way to read blogs that have something to talk about other than failed shopping trips.

That is it for today.

Hoping to see you all!

7 things about me

HopIQ tagged me with this meme.

I was planning to post 10 things about me as part of posting 10 posts (Yaay!!), but then this meme came along and so here goes 7 things about me.

Here are the rules: Each player starts with 7 random facts/habits about themselves. People who are tagged need to write on their own blog about their seven things, as well as these rules. You need to choose 7 people to get tagged and list their names. Don’t forget to leave them a comment telling them that they have been tagged and to read your blog!

1) I have a pathological fear of a particular kind of broom - the one which has a really long brown bamboo kind of stick with coconut husk tied with ribbons at the end. I have not seen this in the US but there are lots in India. I call it the “picchi”. Yes, I do sweep my house and no, I am not scared of regular brooms. I still have nightmares about the picchi. Having started off with such a cheerful thing, here is number 2

2) I get bored easily. And it does not have anything to do with what I am doing. I get bored just as easily cleaning the house as traveling in Greece or planning my wedding- all of which has happened.

3) I hardly ever wear makeup or “do” my hair and I hate shopping. I take almost no time to get ready. The first time hubs and I went out, I was ready before him and he later told me that he loved that about me!!! I dislike most things feminine, but

4) I LOVE babies. I always wanted 4 and had their names picked out when I was 11, but I was terrified of getting married EVER which is one major reason I escaped from India-only to come here and meet Mr R.- you cannot escape your kismet.

5) Three years ago I could not peel a potato. Now I bake, and cook almost everything, still if I do not have anyone to cook for (i.e. if hubby is not in town) I do not make anything that takes more than 2 minutes to cook.

6) I find it very difficult to say No- If I say no, you just need to ask me three times and I WILL delete this if we have kids and they get old enough to read my blog and yes

7) I feel comfortable planning long term (though second part of number 6 was a joke), but God is teaching me not to make so many plans. It’s a hard lesson for me, but one I need to learn.

8) I do not have 7 blog friends to tag. I do read a lot of blogs , but I am a lurker and I find now that lurking has its disadvantages. Oh wait I am not supposed to write 8 things- but heck, when did I ever obey rules anyway?

I can't think of a title for this

Hubby reads my blog when I ask him to (i.e. when I have posted) and he informed me that there are lots of errors in my writing. I told him that I have a house to run, him to feed and a full time job as an engineer. I have hardly enough time to write anything, let alone a masterpiece. True to my character, it should border more on some kind of verbal diarrhea if my friends were to believe I wrote it.

Besides

I have a card at my work place saying I am a resident alien which when translated to English means-I am not even supposed to be able to write a full paragraph in English without errors and also that my company is paying me and I am not supposed to be reading blogs much less writing posts even though I work 9 hours a day and I only read during lunch time and I don’t get out of my chair any other time except to go to the very dirty bathroom down the hall and since I do not have a window in my room, I do not even know if it is rain or shine outside the 9 hours I spent here.

Yeah I think I managed to write the last sentence the way I would talk.

Hostess with the leastest (c'est moi)

Today I invited some dear friends over for a snack but nearly ended in tragedy when I almost killed their little boy for whom I would give my life. We recently bought a house and thought we could fish for compliments. Also, hubby finally managed to put together a bookcase and I got rid off all the cardboard boxes which were part of our house décor until about 3 pm today. So what better way to show off our superior engineering and housekeeping skills than to call dear friends (under pretext of providing snacks of course) and have them ooh and aah over the whole thing? It was all a brilliant set up, I’m telling you.

I invited them all proper like and mentioned the time and RSVP and all that, but forgot to tell them our address or phone number. Because you know we are REALLY FAMOUS people and I mean really, it is not my fault that they couldn’t find it. I did tell one of them 3 weeks before that we live near a lake and we all know there is only one lake in Florida. But finally they did come thanks to a phone call I made at the last minute.

So they all came and said it was a nice house and everything. Grandma B (my friend’s mom) said that I was a super woman (I love you!) when I know that when guests come over, I stash everything inside the closet and lock it with a padlock. Haha it’s easy to fool everyone. Okay, I am getting long-winded here and let me get to the main part. There is this dish today that I served (cutlets), which most people love. Last time I made it for church dinner; one person said that it is so good he would pay for it. I have been fluffed up ever since. But alas, as the Good Book says, pride comes before a fall. When I made it today, it was a bit too spicy. Well, they ate it and suffice to say, cleared their sinuses. The worst part was when the small kid ate it when no one was watching him- No words describe it-You had to be there. Hubby summed it up well. How the mighty have fallen!!!

And then as if what I did was not enough, I woke up a sleeping baby and made work for the already overworked mama. (Sorry H!) So with all these bloggity awards going on, if there is one for worst hostess of the year, please don’t forget to nominate me.

Thanks for all the love.

ME

Just because

I hate shopping for clothes. There I said it. In grave danger of being branded as an iconoclast, I dislike window shopping even more. Now, I am your mediocre person-I have a job, I got married at the “right” age, have a mortgage, might be a reluctant owner of a dog in the not so distant future-nothing very radical about me. Oh, but by everything I hold sacred and true, shopping leaves me with a bad taste in the mouth.

I get these flyers in the mail, like everyone else in America. I saw these beautiful models in these beautiful summer dresses with their oh-so beautiful smiles and I was beautifully taken in. Thinking I could look like that if I had just that dress. Yesterday I was getting ready to go to office and hubby goes “Hey, isn’t this the top you were wearing when we went to Maumee Bay? How old is this? It looks like something cut from the fashion when you were 12 years old!” I know it is time to get myself some new clothes when hubby becomes the fashion police. Along with the fact that I haven’t bought any new clothes in the past 7 months, I set about to a clothing store in hopes of finding something suitable.

Now I am what most people would consider tiny. I am 25+, but I still comfortably fit into clothes I had when I was 12. Maybe not comfortably, but I will still fit. My size is not because of lack of eating. This is how the good Lord made me, and I am not complaining. But rarely, very rarely do I find adult clothing that fit me. So shopping is a challenge for me and not something I look forward to. As for window shopping, I plain don’t get it. Why would I in my right mind want to look at expensive things I have absolutely no intention of buying?

I walked from one end of the store to the other, trying on cute polka dresses that fit at the waist and did not fit a little higher up. Yes, I am putting on inches on my tummy like nobody’s business, though the rest of me is not keeping up. And then I tried on these cute shoes. They were so stylish. Looks out of place on me. Sigh. Would have been great with the polka dress though had it fit. Also the heels on them were long and thin and pointed enough to: 1. Kill or do serious damage 2. Give you a backache 3. Sprain your ankle 4. All of the above. I will go with all of the above. I did not buy it. And then after 45 minutes of wasting time shopping, I got out of the store empty handed.

Oh and by the time I got out, the traffic was so bad, I knew I was going to be taking a while getting home. In an effort to be smart, I took a lane less traveled and ended up taking a forced left. Did nothing to improve my angelic mood. I am sure the people in the other lanes were smirking or was it my imagination? Finally made it to home sweet home half an hour later than usual, tired out, disgruntled, grumpy, and grouchy. So, I won’t be going shopping again for clothes -until the next flyer. Unless it is the juniors department in Target.

Right and Wrong

My parents tried to teach me right and wrong when I was a child. Lying was wrong, obeying them was right, coveting was wrong, and so on and so forth. I assimilated all (I mean some…well ok… hardly any :))) of those lessons and yeah it was all good stuff. But one thing they did not possibly pay as much attention was the other right-Right and Left. I am PATHETIC at that. The worst is when my husband drives and I navigate. I will be gesticulating wildly with my right hand and yelling LEFT! LEFT!! all the time. And before hubby was aware of this particular disability of mine, he would obediently take a Left and I would shout, WHY did you take Left? We had to go there and point in the opposite direction. And hubby would reply in a patient voice “But you said Left” and I say “So what, you should only see where my hands are pointing”, thereby destroying all chances of having my husband listen to anything I say in the future. I have only myself to blame if that happens. Some time back I was traveling with two of my friends in the car-one male, one female. The guy was making a joke about the girl not being able to recognize right and left by a demonstration just like the one I described above. But the bigger joke was that I did not get the joke. How would I when I can’t identify them myself? That was the moment of truth for me, when I realized HUH, this is a problem.

Now you might think, what’s the biggie? Well, even though it hasn’t killed me yet, I’ve had my share of troubles with it. I was once driving my car to the airport and was on the road at 4pm. I had a flight at 6 and the driving time is 45 minutes. I was taking a slightly different route to avoid the traffic (Orlando traffic at this time is no joke) and had map quest directions with me. To cut a long story short, I took a left instead of right and ended up missing the flight. I was new to the area and did not even realize I was on the wrong track for about 15 minutes. Consider the scenario. I was going to meet my husband, we had been married for 5 weeks, we were not living together due to jobs 3000 miles apart and were doing the long-distance thing. We had precious 72 hours together every 2 weeks or so and because of the left-right thing, we missed out. That wasn’t fun.

I’ve had some women tell me about this and set me wondering if it’s a woman thing. I googled it and the only information I came up with is in this page. I think it says there is actually no relation. http://cat.inist.fr/?aModele=afficheN&cpsidt=17522071 . If my gentle reader is suffering from this, please know you are not alone. We can figure it out. Slow but sure, we will get there. Hang in there!