Crispies

I'm back! After March-the-month-of-whirlwind-vacations, I am home, feet planted firmly on the ground, not at all what-so-ever in any way-shape-or-form AIRBORNE. Oh My God. I will never fly again. Ever. Well, at least not until the end of the month...DC here I come. David, are you ready?

March roared in like a lion with me literally in the lion's den: the heart of all noise, commerce, bustle -- Times Square. A mere week after returning from NYC and a very looooong conference, I headed to Texas. You've seen the pics -- it's proof that I went AND survived. I even enjoyed myself, for God's sake! I got back from Texas on March 15, then on March 26, T and I went to FLA with my family. We got back the 30th. It was a fabulous trip, and I am tanned and happy and my core temperature is relatively normal. In fact, it's about 55 degrees out here right now, which means Spring, the sweet little lamb, is on its way. Thank God. 80 degrees and beach for five days certainly spoiled me.

Here are some totals from the month to consider:

Number of nights spent in places other than my home: 12
Number of hotels or guesthouses visited: 7
Number of single legs of flights taken: 8
Number of modes of transportation taken: 7
Number of different airports visited: 9
Number of cacti seen: too many to count
Number of miles driven: approx. 1,500
Number of times my heart jumped while watching Harrison: too many to count
Number of margaritas consumed: 3
Number of times stupid sucky people made themselves evident in airports or on streets: 9
Number of times I came out to Texans: 1
Number of times I had the opportunity to come out to Texans: 2
Number of shades darker my skin is after Texas and FLA: on a scale of 1 to 10, 6
Number of weekends free between now and this time next month: 4
Number of shows on TiVo that need watching: 9
Number of GIGS on my *new* iPod mini: 4.0
Number of GIGS used on my iPod: 3.85
Number of times I went back and forth deciding on the color before ordering my iPod mini: 6
Number of times I regret picking pink: 0
Number of days out of the year I miss being able to see my family whenever I want: 365
Number of days out of the year I am endlessly thankful for having T in my life: 365
Number of times I've scratched my boob in public because the peeling skin from a mild sunburn is eating my soul: 4
Number of times I've written the words number this post: 24