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Monday, July 28, 2014

Tales from the Worst Traveler

So after my glorious run, I celebrated. And then it was time to get home. 

Except there was "weather" in Detroit. So instead, I called my sister to come back to the airport to get me, and spent another night at her house. 

This is not the first time I've had something happen. I've been delayed. I've had a plane that I should've caught leave early so I had to be rebooked 4 hours later. I've slept in the Philadelphia airport after my plane went the whole way to my destination and then couldn't land because of fog. I've been stuck for three extra days in Mexico TWICE because of ice storms in Atlanta. I drove back from my great-grandma's funeral in the blizzard of the century. Let's see, our plane was delayed one time because on its first flight to get us, the cart that pushed it back from the gate detached and popped the tire. I'm pretty sure one time they said a window was broken and they may or may not have fixed it with duct tape before getting us a new plane. Not to mention de-icing, rain for every long drive, and unseasonably cold weather once I reach my destination. 

I'm not sure if it's EVERYONE trying to navigate the earth, or just me, but my travel luck sucks. I finally made it home, and the road was closed to get to my house so I had to go around. 

I am SO HAPPY to be home. 

My sister made sweet potatoes and then topped them with shredded chicken and sharp cheddar cheese. We ate those twice. They were SO good. I'll be doing that at home. She said you bake the chicken, and when it's still hot, you put it in your mixer with the paddle attachment and it shreds it (thanks, Pinterest!). I don't have a mixer, but I'm going to see what I can do to duplicate it. She also made homemade ice cream in her ice cream maker (we do have one of those), so I'm going to try one of the coconut milk recipes Steve is always finding, and also try to make some cookie dough balls out of rice flour. Lots of big plans for this week!  

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