to come up with things to blog about.

Sometimes, as I go through my day, I recognize little foibles or happenings that could be made into amusing anecdotes…. or maybe I just think they are funny and you all think my life must be very dull.  Hmmm, I’ll have to think about that one.

In any case, let me start this story with… I love my dad.  Somehow after two weeks away from State College, it has erased my father’s memory that I have spent the past 6 months here.  As we drove around doing errands (actually transferring ownership of my car to him), he pointed out the various landmarks to me as if I had never seen them.  Yes, I actually did know that the giant pile of stones just outside of Penn State Campus was a Pennsylvania furnace.  I knew that in December, and it hasn’t changed in the many, many times we have passed it.  I love you, dad. 

Less funny, is the 45 minute debate I just had with my parents on where to stay and what to do with hotel reservations, cancellations and fees I have incurred for changing travel plans.  I booked a room through Hotels.com for my first two nights in NY because my sublet wasn’t available.  I booked the room while I was in France.  The penalty for my organization is…. I am now in Boston for those two nights, so when I went to cancel my room I learned that my ability to cancel the room for a full refund expired last Sunday!  So now I am out $338, unless the hotel can resell the room!   Arrrrgghghh!   Plus, because I get back late from Boston, I can’t get the key to my sublet… so if I don’t succeed in stalking down my new roommate to be… I need to get another room for Tuesday night.  And guess what, the cheapest room anywhere in Manhattan is $400.  Seriously? 

I have friends in NY, but this is the worst week possible – nobody has a couch available.  Good grief – how complicated can this get? 

I won’t even go into the donkey soap debacle that has also been debated throughout my family and household.  Suffice it to say, I will not be giving donkey soap as gifts to anyone!!! Even though it supports a donkey sanctuary, and has rescued donkeys I know and love…. evidently soap that contains donkey milk is too creepy for people stateside.  I am going to side with the French on this one- they don’t seem to have a problem with this… . and yes I know certain small parts of that population actually eat horsemeat so what’s a little donkey milk…. but we use sheep, goat and cow’s milk with no concern. This is a losing argument I have discovered… so I will abandon it.  However, I will continue to financially support the donkeys, in spite of the jackass jokes, etc.

Really hate to end the blog on donkey soap note.  Hmm.

Wow, I can’t come up with anything. 

Thunderstorms here tonight.  Guess that will have to be it.

As ever,

K. Quinn