4 Sleeps
I was just planning on going to bed when I thought, why don't I blog instead? My glass of wine isn't quite done and I'm not sure if I'd fall asleep right away anyhow because... there are only 4 sleeps left until I leave for Mongolia! (hence drinking the stupour inducing wine)
Yessiree Bob and Bob's your Uncle. Right now gear is strewn over my living room floor and I have lists and lists for the lists and amendments to the lists, and the lists I have in my head that really should be lists on paper!
MEC is my favorite place to shop these days and I'm in a quandary over crampons, digital cameras, SLR cameras, the eaves troughs that still need cleaning and the expensive steak I dethawed but haven't had time to cook yet and .. and.. and...!!
In short I have my typical pre-trip jitters. Which are similar to my pre running race jitters but magnified by 10. Jumpy, nervous and the ADD kicks into fucking OVERDRIVE.
But I also know that when it gets down to the wire I will calm down and systematically tick off everything on my list. I become "Miss Prepared" and while my friends and ex-hubby used to mock my anal attention to detail it pays off. Like when we travelled to Africa and I was practicing my Swahili outloud on the plane. Oh sure I looked and sounded like an idiot.. but who said the proper evening salutation to our African guides when we went to bed our first night on Safari? (That would be moi). While someone else said the name of the Tanzanian capital city when he *thought* he was saying goodnight? Man, I still smile about that one. Imagine someone walking to their tent, turning around waving and saying "Ottawa!!" to you. Once we got in the tent Darren whispered "I didn't say goodnight did I?" I got the fit of the giggles so bad I almost pee'd my pants. Which was abit of foreshadowing when I did indeed pee my pants later on in the trip. We were on day 5 of our Kilimanjaro climb and in the middle of the night, I was vomitting so violently with my head outside the tent that ya.. the bladder went. But I ask any of you reading this blog.. have YOU tried to vomit with a full bladder?? I'm just grateful I didn't need to have a BM, know what I'm saying?? Hey, this is adventure travel not Club Med, quit looking horrified.
Things are coming together for my trip. I still have to exchange some money for chinese currency, and see if all that I'm bringing will fit into my duffel bag and still meet the wieght restrictions. Oh and I have to craft an email to my roommate Tom explaining to him why all his beautiful Alpinist Magazines are water damaged due to the seepage of water into his basement bedroom from the stupid eaves troughs that I have should have cleaned in the fall but I didn't. (because of course it's the eaves troughs fault and not Lise's)
Ok so maybe it doesn't "sound" like things are coming together and just possibly my rather large glass of wine I just consumed is giving me an optimistic outlook right now. Woooo 15% alcohol ain't bad I have to say. But on an even better note I feel sleepy now so soon it will only be 3 sleeps and Bob's your uncle.
Yessiree Bob and Bob's your Uncle. Right now gear is strewn over my living room floor and I have lists and lists for the lists and amendments to the lists, and the lists I have in my head that really should be lists on paper!
MEC is my favorite place to shop these days and I'm in a quandary over crampons, digital cameras, SLR cameras, the eaves troughs that still need cleaning and the expensive steak I dethawed but haven't had time to cook yet and .. and.. and...!!
In short I have my typical pre-trip jitters. Which are similar to my pre running race jitters but magnified by 10. Jumpy, nervous and the ADD kicks into fucking OVERDRIVE.
But I also know that when it gets down to the wire I will calm down and systematically tick off everything on my list. I become "Miss Prepared" and while my friends and ex-hubby used to mock my anal attention to detail it pays off. Like when we travelled to Africa and I was practicing my Swahili outloud on the plane. Oh sure I looked and sounded like an idiot.. but who said the proper evening salutation to our African guides when we went to bed our first night on Safari? (That would be moi). While someone else said the name of the Tanzanian capital city when he *thought* he was saying goodnight? Man, I still smile about that one. Imagine someone walking to their tent, turning around waving and saying "Ottawa!!" to you. Once we got in the tent Darren whispered "I didn't say goodnight did I?" I got the fit of the giggles so bad I almost pee'd my pants. Which was abit of foreshadowing when I did indeed pee my pants later on in the trip. We were on day 5 of our Kilimanjaro climb and in the middle of the night, I was vomitting so violently with my head outside the tent that ya.. the bladder went. But I ask any of you reading this blog.. have YOU tried to vomit with a full bladder?? I'm just grateful I didn't need to have a BM, know what I'm saying?? Hey, this is adventure travel not Club Med, quit looking horrified.
Things are coming together for my trip. I still have to exchange some money for chinese currency, and see if all that I'm bringing will fit into my duffel bag and still meet the wieght restrictions. Oh and I have to craft an email to my roommate Tom explaining to him why all his beautiful Alpinist Magazines are water damaged due to the seepage of water into his basement bedroom from the stupid eaves troughs that I have should have cleaned in the fall but I didn't. (because of course it's the eaves troughs fault and not Lise's)
Ok so maybe it doesn't "sound" like things are coming together and just possibly my rather large glass of wine I just consumed is giving me an optimistic outlook right now. Woooo 15% alcohol ain't bad I have to say. But on an even better note I feel sleepy now so soon it will only be 3 sleeps and Bob's your uncle.
posted by Lise B at Tuesday, July 04, 2006
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