Mexico!

I’m beginning to emerge from my Mexi-coma. I have tons of pictures but have been too busy/lazy/unmotivated to get them from my camera to my computer. My mom and I spent Friday-Tuesday in Playa Del Carmen, Mexico for a wedding. It was fabulous - easily the most fun vacation that I have been on in a long time. We were at an all-inclusive resort, which means that pretty much from the time that we woke up until the time we went to bed someone was tossing a drink into our hands. I drank muchos margaritas and consumed waaay too much food (including coconut ice cream, which is proof that there is a God, and He loves us). The wedding was gorgeous and the group that we went with was hysterical. At one point I realized that my stomach hurt not from Montezuma’s revenge but because I had laughed so much at dinner. I missed my boys though (all 4 of them), so it was good to get home. Major thanks to my mother-in-law for coming to Eau Claire and helping Mike take care of the little ones while I was away.

Let me preface this next part by saying that I about lost my lunch on the plane ride to Minneapolis. I was fine until the descent, then I could feel myself getting nauseous and grabbed the fun little baggie from the seatpocket. My mom was horrified and tried to distract me. At this point I was most concerned that not only would I barf, but since I’ve had children a fabulous side effect has been that when I vomit I also, ahem, wet my pants. Sad, but true. TMI, I know. Sorry. So I’m thinking to myself, now not only am I going to barf but I’m also going to pee my pants and then I’ll not only be “that girl that barfed on the plane” but also “that girl that peed her pants on the plane.” Thankfully we finally landed and the barfing/peeing crisis was averted.

Unfortunately I was still feeling a bit nauseated when we got off the plane and had a lovely 1+ hour ride home on the Chippewa Valley shuttle to look forward to. I wanted to sit in the front with the driver but a woman in a wheelchair got that spot. Reluctantly I sat in the next row, which placed me next to a man that I swear was the Unabomber. He was WEIRD. He had no luggage (nothing!), was wearing kind of dirty jeans, a baseball cap, and an unkempt beard. He also had shifty little eyes. I dug around in my purse to find something that I could fashion into a weapon if necessary, but of course I had removed all the sharp things from my purse in order to go through airport security. Thankfully, I had a somewhat-sharpened pencil in there that I think I could have used to poke him in the eyeball if necessary. I’m telling you, the guy was strange. I was scared. Fortunately, Ted Kaczynski got off the shuttle in Menonomie. You could feel everyone breathe a sigh of relief when he got off the van.
And by the way? I'm taking Dramamine before all plane trips now. And perhaps some Xanax.