Guess what I'm doing now?
Oct. 17th, 2006 12:50 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
newlifeinstpaulPacking to go. Yay.
I fucking HATE to pack.
I hate it with the intensity of a thousand burning suns concentrated down to the size of a period on the end of a sentence and transformed into a sizzling little zit on your upper lip that everyone will think is something else.
You see, the advantage of a car is that I can pack the CRAP out of it. Anything, everything and as much of it as I please and no one will tell me my bags are too big, x-ray my shoes or scan the space between my nuts for radioactive lint.
Now I'm trying to get things to fit in a garment and a carry-on bag.
Carry-on? Have you seen the size of a regulation carry-on these days? I've seen larger 12-pack coolers. I have a couple in fact.
But right now, I have 7 pairs of socks and undies, a pair of jeans, three pairs of shorts, three workout tops and a T-shirt stuffed in a bag that small. I'm actually prouda me.
What I fear the most about packing is leaving behind something critically important. I used to do it all the freakin' time on weekend jaunts to Chicago as a kid. EVERY SINGLE TIME without exception.
Then I hate my clothes, too. Those Detroit relatives are always up-to-the-minute with at least three fashion labels I haven't heard of yet. I'm just a simple country bumpkin.
At least I kicked some serious ass at work today. By noon I should have a week's worth of work already in the hopper. Then I can concentrate on cleaning up the little things on my desk.
Well, off to bed for now. I have a full day to think of the items I've forgotten.
I fucking HATE to pack.
I hate it with the intensity of a thousand burning suns concentrated down to the size of a period on the end of a sentence and transformed into a sizzling little zit on your upper lip that everyone will think is something else.
You see, the advantage of a car is that I can pack the CRAP out of it. Anything, everything and as much of it as I please and no one will tell me my bags are too big, x-ray my shoes or scan the space between my nuts for radioactive lint.
Now I'm trying to get things to fit in a garment and a carry-on bag.
Carry-on? Have you seen the size of a regulation carry-on these days? I've seen larger 12-pack coolers. I have a couple in fact.
But right now, I have 7 pairs of socks and undies, a pair of jeans, three pairs of shorts, three workout tops and a T-shirt stuffed in a bag that small. I'm actually prouda me.
What I fear the most about packing is leaving behind something critically important. I used to do it all the freakin' time on weekend jaunts to Chicago as a kid. EVERY SINGLE TIME without exception.
Then I hate my clothes, too. Those Detroit relatives are always up-to-the-minute with at least three fashion labels I haven't heard of yet. I'm just a simple country bumpkin.
At least I kicked some serious ass at work today. By noon I should have a week's worth of work already in the hopper. Then I can concentrate on cleaning up the little things on my desk.
Well, off to bed for now. I have a full day to think of the items I've forgotten.
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Date: 2006-10-17 11:48 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2006-10-17 12:02 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2006-10-17 01:26 pm (UTC)Yer not the bossa me :-P
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Date: 2006-10-17 02:55 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-10-17 02:59 pm (UTC)I tell myself a little story.
Let's see, I wake up in the morning, go to the bathroom, use my BODY WASH and SHAMPOO (goes in bag), then use my TOOTHBRUSH and TOOTHPASTE, put some OIL in my hair and COMB it, DEODORANT under my armpits and LOTION on my skin...
You get the idea.
Hey! I forgot the lotion! *runs home*
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Date: 2006-10-17 05:00 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-10-17 05:00 pm (UTC)Don't you??
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Date: 2006-10-17 05:04 pm (UTC)Bodywash use does NOT equal ManPansy.
I'll have you know I scrub myself with my own dirty size 13 shoes.
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Date: 2006-10-17 05:13 pm (UTC)I've literally walked on flights carrying 70 pounds of luggage between a garment bag and an oversized carry-on bag. Since I have to check in the garment bag, only the carry-on matters in my warped little head cuz that's the only item that can't be lost. Except by me, or course.
Besides, they lost my checked luggage on my last flight. I'm the last person on earth that should happen to. Now I'm extra woogly about it.
I need a good slap.
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Date: 2006-10-17 05:31 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-10-17 05:45 pm (UTC)Those bottoms have 'traction' written all over 'em if you ask me!
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Date: 2006-10-17 05:48 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-10-17 05:51 pm (UTC)Have you ever scrubbed with my shoes on your hands?
Well HAVE YOU?
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Date: 2006-10-17 06:11 pm (UTC)terrorist alert!
I have the gift of being light brown so I can be physically confused with an Arabic person, and thus this makes me someone searchable. On that same note, I am potencially an illegal immigrant (despite my awesome valley girl way of talking!) and I get crap for that too.
So my point is, no liquids, gels or cremes that are more than three oz. on your person or in your carry on. Capiche? They were not playing when I got on that plane last week.
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Date: 2006-10-17 06:19 pm (UTC)I've been a guy with an Arabic name with a ticket for a one-way flight!
Oh yeah. They've x-rayed my shoes before.
Remember my Travel news AKA Foot an Ass (http://newlifeinstpaul.livejournal.com/310744.html) post?
I don't even think FIVE of those lil bottles would shampoo your hair!