While Tom at Little Yellow Bicycle was eating silk pies, eggs benedict and salt encrusted tenderloins, the Cosmo Crickets were burning calories playing Just Dance. Here's Eric, Cathie (Lindsay's sister and Cosmo Cricket employee), Lindsay and myself humiliating ourselves once again! You should definitely check out this game. It's super fun and a great workout! (I apologize for the grey, but the light was low and the only way to brighten the video was to lose the color.)
If you are feeling inspired to get healthy this year, you can join me in my constant challenge to improve my fitness and physique. I promise to blog better over on my weight journal too! Let's support each other. Grab this icon and link it to http://cosmocricket.typepad.com/thejuliediaries/ (I'll be adding it to the sidebar here eventually also). Then use my journal like a message board to tell everyone how great you are doing. We'll support each other through the low points...... like the day I ate almost an entire bowl of chocolate chip cookie dough..... and the high points.... like the day I fit into a size 10..... I could barely do them up, but it's getting closer!
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Christmas at the Comstocks
We had a fabulous holiday break. I hope you all did too. The highlights for me included doing a secret santa...... we totally got caught. Eric fell, face down in the snow as me and the kids watched from the car with a little girl waving at us all, saying, "I can see you."
My favorite gift this year was one that Eric actually forgot to get me...... despite my many hints. Have you heard Nellie McKay? I absolutely love her and the album Eric got me a little late, Normal as Blueberry Pie.
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The Sea-Tac Airport
Lindsay promise you all I would recap our Seattle experience, and I never did before the holidays. Well, the day we were to fly out of Seattle, we had an afternoon flight. So, Lindsay told me that we should go to Pike's Market. However, if you have ever gone anywhere with Lindsay you know that he is notorious for getting lost.
While we were trying to find our destination, we passed an antique store. I talked him into stopping. I found these great mid-century end tables that I got for Eric for Christmas. By the time I was done purchasing these, it was time to head to the airport.
Since we were really close to Pike's market, Lindsay wanted to take a minute to check it out. We ran up several flights of stairs, across a block or two for Lindsay to tell me that it was too late and we better hurry back to the car. We ran back across those blocks, down the stairs, got in the car to see the time and I was sure we were going to miss our flight.
We had an off site rental car, so I was suppose to type the address into the GPS, while Lindsay was driving like a mad-man through Seattle. The first problem, I couldn't find an address. The return home feature on the GPS didn't work either. I typed in the airport instead figuring that that would at least get us close. Time lost: 30 seconds.
The second problem: Lindsay got off the freeway before he was suppose to. We couldn't figure out how to get back on. Time lost: 1 minute 30 seconds.
I found directions to the rental location, but still no address. The third problem was that I missed one line on the directions. The one that told us when to turn. Time lost: 2 minutes.
We arrived at the rental location just as the shuttle to the airport was pulling up. Pretty lucky, until we realized that this shuttle driver didn't think he could drive faster than 40 MPH. Time lost: 45 seconds.
Arrive to the airport. Get off super slow shuttle. Lindsay is carrying one suitcase. I am carrying my suitcase, my purse, my jacket and a bag full of product prototypes. Lindsay thinks he can check us both in and so he runs ahead of me, up two double-length flights of escalators. I run up them too with all my stuff, just way behind him. (By the way, I need to apologize to the entire Sea Tac airport. I forgot my belt, and I didn't have an extra hand to keep my pants up. I am sure that everyone behind me knows way more about me than I am comfortable with!) I am just glad Lindsay was ahead of me!
Lindsay is checked in as I get to the kiosk. A gal comes to help me, but for some reason neither of us can find my name on the flight. Time lost: 30 seconds. I get checked in with two minutes to spare.
The security line is long. I sweet talked my way to the front, with Lindsay trailing behind. Time saved: 10 minutes.
For those of you that know the Sea Tac airport, our gate was S-5. This has to be the furthest possible point from where we currently were. Not just that, but you have to take a tram to get there. The tram is located down those double-flight escalators. Running to the escalators, I dropped my phone and had to go back...... did I mention I was in heels. Time lost: 20 seconds.
Lindsay had to put on his shoes while on the escalator. I passed him up, forgetting that my pants were quite low. I think he now knows everything about me. OH WELL!
We got on the tram. We got off on the first stop to realize that this stop is not for the S-gates. We made it back on before the tram had left. No time lost.
The next stop is ours. We get off and have to run back up those @#$#^% escalators! Then we ran down a hall to make it to the S-Gates as the last passengers admitted to the flight.
When it was all said and done, I have to admit that it was a total blast! We were sweaty, we were out of breath, we were laughing hysterically and we were on our way home!!
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We are a Scrapbooking Company
It can be hard to tell sometimes with all the craziness we post here. So, here's a little bit of Cosmo Cricket related stuff. Just for those of you that think a scrapbooking company's blog should have something to do with scrapbooking.
From Wendy Sue Anderson
From Stacey Michaud
