We will dance the Hoochee Koochee

"Meet me in St. Louis, Louis,

Meet me at the fair,

Don't tell me the lights are shining any place but there;

We will dance the Hoochee Koochee,

I will be your tootsie wootsie,

If you will meet in St. Louis, Louis,

Meet me at the fair."

Yes, loyal readers, I am heading out in about two hours to meet with a whole bunch of my buds in St. Louis for a weekend of, well, stuff.

;-)

Lots of states represented in this group: Kansas, Washington, California, Texas, Mississippi, New Jersey, Ohio, North Carolina, Florida, Oregon, Oklahoma, and Alabama. Wow. The biggest surprise so far is that of all the folks who traveled there yesterday, not a single one had a problem with their flight or baggage. Three of us are heading there today, and it'll be interesting to see who the statistic is.

Some parting thoughts:

** I had my first Curves updated measurements taken on Wednesday. I have lost a total of 5.5 inches, so woot me. Of course, it's probably not all Curves, because since beginning that program a month ago I've also begun a walking and/or aerobics regimen, but Curves gave me the jumpstart I wanted.

** I'm lovin' my Nano something fierce, althought I'm as yet quite disappointed with the inability to find gear for it to make it more usable. I take it on my walks inside a little red bag I appropriated from the Scoutmaster's stuff, and it's sitting in my purse right now (in anticipation of a LONG layover in Atlanta) inside a sock lest it get scratched. Son Luke assures me that there will be silicon skins and other stuff for totin' it out soon, like in time for Christmas. This could work for a few people who never have any idea what I need.

** Because I am my father's child, when I leave town I try to make sure that everything is in place on the off chance anything horrid happens. It makes me feel better not to leave question marks. To that end, here's the Reader's Digest list: Great Is Thy Faithfulness, cremation, organ donation, Beefeater/Tonics all around. With a twist of lime. There. I feel better.

** Alabama by 2.

Well, I need to go get the cats out of the suitcase and get on outta here!