Does Hypnosis Work?

Memories should fade more effectively. Maybe I'm a forgetful person here and there, but its the stuff I want to forget that never seems to go away and can haunt indefinitely. If hypnotism worked on me, I think I'd be interested in figuring out how to filter out the good stuff for remembering.

I was so proud...

Work has sent me out traveling for a bit and I have to admit, I was more than a little proud of my brilliant packing abilities the night before I left New York. See, I was able to get over 2 weeks worth of clothes, spanning at least 3 different climates, packed into the nice 21-inch roll-aboard/carry-on suitcase I use, my only other bag being my laptop case since my little purse fit nicely inside one or the other. I was determined to both not be that American that carries around 2 million tons for a 3 day vacation, and also to be able to avoid waiting for luggage to come around the carousels by carrying it on board with me. (The UK now has a 2-bag carry-on allowance, recently changed from 1). I was sooo proud to accomplish this, I even took a picture of my 2 bags!

It worked fantastically out of NYC and into London last night. I even had a nice non-economy seat with a footrest. Pleased with my flight and my packing...

Then I got to the airport this morning in London to leave for Barcelona. Ugh! They wouldn't let me carry on my roll-aboard! Granted, the flight was short (2 hours), and the luggage was promt on the carousel, and my bag even one of the first ones out... but not exactly my plan. I'm disappointed now. I'm expecting to have to look forward to the same situation on my way back, and I don't even have a non-economy seat to console me. :(

Poor me! ;-)

And.... I'm out...

Once again, I was idiot enough to make a silly bet on my team. There are some that would kill me for this - but I did. I was feeling confident. Not cocky, just confident! Who would have even dared to put their bets on the Giants?! A comfortable 12.5 point spread. An undefeated season for the Pats. Brady. Moss. Welker. Stallworth. Faulk. ...Bellichick!

Ugh. But I did. Not money... just my pride. I'm to be forced to wear an Eli Manning jersey to my favorite Boston bar for an entire evening. Oy! Please do NOT mock me for this! I'm already feeling enough pain on my own.

Let's not discuss this further. I'm just glad I was fortunate enough to be out of town for the blasted parade in NYC.