Tue 21 Sep 2010
Single Sentence Updates
Posted by cindy under Goals , Health & Body , Mental States , Recreation at 9:46 am[10] Comments
* Rebecca said last nite that Mr. W and I have had 4 past lives together, and I said you’d think we would’ve learned by now.
* After looking like I suffered massive defensive wounds on my forearms and knees, I’m only slightly more confident that my practice climbing 6-foot walls would make this Saturday’s MCRD Boot Camp Challenge better.
* Mr. W and I think it’s time to take action on Daughter’s stalker.
* 4 friends’ babies popped out in the last month; 2 last week, 1 yesterday, and more on the way.
* According to my dentist at my teeth cleaning last week, my mouth is not ridden with cavities, but with cavity-looking stains from my recent 2 weeks’ worth of black tea and coffee consumption, so I have now cut both from my diet.
* Kenny Loggins performed at the lake, and I only recognized two songs, “This Is It” and “Footloose,” the latter of which he did on encore although the crowd wanted to hear Top Gun’s “Danger Zone,” which he did not play.
* I have no idea what to pack for Greece and Italy to not stand out as a tourist ripe for being pick-pocketed.
* I am still faithfully doing “Insanity” at lunchtime, and my cardio is getting stronger.
* I may have finally outgrown Dinneylan (plus ghetto misbehaved people inundating the place is quite the turn-off).
*Stalker? I will go read older posts to find out the scoop, I hope.
*I think an artist should play a song the crowd wants.
*Is pick-pocketing a problem in Greece and Italy? What about a small travel purse? The kind that goes across your chest and rests on your front hip.
The stalker is not mentioned before…he’s a not-so-secret admirer that has crossed some boundary lines.
I agree re the artist playing to the crowd, but I think he’s terribly sick of the song. Like that one guy who sang “Tiny Bubbles,” he HATES that song now and sorta wishes he’d never written it, but the crowd always demands to hear it.
Pick-pocketing is a HUGE issue. We went out and bought special anti-picketing gear that has locks and wire mesh inside the fabric. They slash the bottoms of purses, bags, fanny packs, backpacks, pockets, and just pick up the stuff from underneath. I’ve heard of people getting stuff taken from pouches that’s worn across the front, too. I now have one that goes inside my clothing.
i had the eagle creek inside pouch and tucked it inside my pants’ waistband. Photocopy all ID’s and keep in luggage in case you do end up losing actual ID’s.
That sounds kinda like the one I got…like a very flat fanny pack that sits against your abdomen under your pants.
So should I have the actual IDs locked up in the room and carry photocopies with me? Or do I need original ID on me?
Be careful of stuff left in room…lock it all up. And never leave your credit card on the counter of a store. Hand to the clerk and be sure he/she hands it back.
Eek, I have to be more paranoid than I’d thought.
no, plz don’t be a paranoid asian tourist. everything will be fine, and i wish u lots of yummy eating in italy!
You do need one of those safes to lock important things up in hotel, carry copy of passport with you… My sister got her wallet swiped in Paris once because she was too busy arguing with me about the veggies we saw (zucchini vs cucumber…)…. Overall, you’ll get into the groove of things after 48 hrs. As long as you take care not to lose anything or get scammed during those 48 hrs, i think you will be fine. have fun 🙂
anny – I’ll wear shorts with sneakers, and socks pulled all the way up my calf, socks with those colored stripes on top. And I’ll have a camera out at all times and take photos with my fingers up like I’m saying “peace,” and wear pigtails tied up with Hello Kitty’s head in a pink and red polka-dotted bow.
idlehouse – I’m sorry, I had to laugh at what your sis was doing when she was pickpocketed. She was really distracted by her argument!
don’t say sorry, all of our adventures together always have some sort of very ridiculous disaster like that. After she lost her wallet, she swore not to argue with me any more