Wednesday, March 10, 2010

March 10, 2010

Last weekend, Matt and I took the train up to visit his parents in Moorpark, CA. It had been a long time since we had done that so I was excited. I always enjoy riding on the train. Actually, I enjoy all public transportation with one exception. The Bus. I will never take a bus unless it's the only option; it's just too costly in terms of time. Once, my old roommate, Jocelyn, and I took the bus down to Venice Beach from Westwood and it took 4 hours. FOUR HOURS. That is insane for a distance that takes no more than 30 minutes by car. Obviously, we chose the wrong bus but I don't care. It left me with a bad taste in my mouth.

On the other hand, I get giddy when I get to ride subways, monorails, trolleys, ferries...anything I didn't have growing up in Brawley or during my many years in Los Angeles. In fact, that's one of my favorite parts about travelling to other cities and countries. I just think it's fun trying to figure out the ticket system and the maps. It's extra hard in foreign countries that don't speak English but that's part of the fun. It gives you such a feeling of accomplishment when you end up in the correct place and you haven't been fined for riding without the proper ticket.

Train travel is my favorite mode of transportation in Europe. I could just stare out the window all day. We also took a lovely train in Australia from Sydney to the Blue Mountains. In America, I've only ridden the Amtrak Pacific Surfliner. The ride from San Diego to Orange County is nice because it goes along the coast and you can often see guys surfing right outside. After it goes inland, however, there isn't much of a view until you get past Van Nuys. I've never gone past Moorpark but I hope to take the train up to Santa Barbara sometime. I'll bet the ride is pretty up there also.

Anyway, we had a nice visit with Matt's parents and then his brother's family came over. Blake and Janet have 2 kids that are both adorable. Of course, I spend most of my time just staring at Lucas who is only 8 months old. He is such a happy baby that he warms my heart. I sometimes wonder if I really don't want kids or if I just think I don't. Ultimately, I know I'm too selfish and it's too late anyway. I just hope I don't regret the decision someday.

Before the visit up north, I was doing really well with my diet. I worked out Monday through Thursday (Friday, I had to pack, etc. since I was leaving right after work). I followed my eating plan and I think I had lost at least 1 pound during the week. The weekends are always my downfall, however, and this one was no exception. Not only did I eat a Snickers bar, chips and salsa, trail mix and wine for dinner on Friday but we had a Mexican feast on Saturday...twice. Then I didn't work out at all this week and I went to In-N-Out for dinner tonight. Ugh. My weigh-in next Monday is going to SUCK.

I haven't done much constructive in the past few weeks either. Oh, I did get my Social Security card in the mail so I'm officially Susan Diane Shank Barron now. It's weird but I'll get used to it. Now, I just have to do DMV, passport, mortgage, title, credit cards, bills, etc., etc., etc.

For fun, I've been watching a lot of TV now that my shows are back on. My favorite new show this year is "The Good Wife". It's really well done and the cast is great. I also started reading another Sookie novel. I had to read an adult vampire story after suffering through Twilight. It's not Pulitzer material but it's fun...and I'm still on the waiting list for The Help at the library.

Believe it or not, I checked out the audiobook for New Moon from the library on Monday. I don't know what possessed me. Actually, it isn't that bad so far. I listened on the drive up to L.A. today and I found myself engrossed. Maybe it's the WAY I read the Twilight series. I feel some of the dialog is corny so I think I'm reading it that way, kind of making fun of it. I'm a slow reader because I sort of act out the book in my head as I go. When I don't like it, I almost picture myself rolling my eyes as if telling an audience that I'm not buying it. When someone else reads it, however, I just listen and visualize the story. I'm not as focused on the dialog. So we'll see what happens. Maybe I'll like it more if I just listen to it.



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