It's Monday, the 4th of July, and I am back in California. It was SO HARD to leave home and Hubbie yesterday! I sat at the airport and cried. So if you were in the Des Moines airport yesterday afternoon and saw this old chick sitting at the gate sobbing, it was ME! I held it together till Bill dropped me off, and I got through security. But then as I was sitting there waiting to board my plane it hit me like a ton of bricks, "I'm leaving again, and won't see family/friends/home for at least four months!" And the tears started to flow, by the bucket. But today I got up and decided to get with the program again and put my little breakdown behind me. I mean, this is the life style I CHOSE, so why should I be upset when I have to live it?

I made one happy discovery at the airport also. I bought a bottle of water (AFTER I got through security) and happened to pick up one of those little packets of Crystal Light meant for a single bottle of water (Orange flavored). And found it pleasantly surprising in taste! I have been having trouble getting all my water in, and this made it much easier! So today on the way back to my condo, going to make a pit stop at the grocery store and get some Crystal Light and a couple bottles of water to haul to work. Won't need to buy anyting else, as I eat so little these days, and my condo's kitchen cupboards have enough supplies in them that I could feed an entire army division. I know that I have enough food that my cupboards will still be full when I am finished with this assignment at the end of November and move home. I'll probabbly never have to go to the gorcery store again!

The highlight of my day these last two weeks has been getting on the scale every morning and rejoicing at what it says. Sadly, at the airport, my bags were overweight (like Momma-like bags?) and I had to take stuff out of them before I could check my bags. My scale was one of the causalties. Bill says he will mail it to me, but no more morning scale readings for a week ot two till he gets in the mood to take all my stuff to the post office and mail to me. Also my new pair of "A" kicker sandles were a casualty, along with some of my smaller clothes. On the way to the airport, I stopped at Lane Bryant (MY LAST trip to LB?!?!?!?) and bought some new underwear and bras. Bill said to me, what are you going to do about that (meaning how are you going to get that back to California when your bags are stuffed full and overweight ALREADY?) Well, I carried my sack onto the plane and no one even challenged me, even though I already had my two carry ons. I mean, WHO (in their RIGHT mind) could deny me some nice new underwear and matching bras??!!?? And I am looking forward to putting them on this morning and admiring them in the mirror!!!

Well, I guess I should hit the showers, and pack up. I stayed in San Francisco last night (didn't get in till 10:00 PM which is Midnight Iowa time, so was BEAT.) at a hotel, and still have a 2 1/2 hour drive to get back 'home'. So until later all you VGSers, have a SAFE and SANE Fourth. Enjoy!