Hi, it’s Christina –
Good Morning! Funny story –
as you know, Paulie, Dani & I are going up to Vermont this weekend to
celebrate Lys’ birthday a week late. We are leaving before daybreak tomorrow
and coming home Sunday night, so obviously, we need a place to stay Saturday
night. So on Monday, I logged on to the Marriott website, selected the
Burlington-Williston Fairfield Inn, where we usually stay, and booked our room.
However, just as I finished the reservation, something wiggy happened with the
computer.
When the confirmation of
my reservation still had not arrived by yesterday, I called the hotel directly
to confirm. Susan, the hotel’s manager picked up the phone. She laughed when
she heard it was me, and said she saw on my Facebook page that I was coming up
for the weekend. She was probably wondering why I hadn’t made my reservation
yet, but I had, or at least I thought I had. It didn’t matter, Susan got
everything straightened out, as she always does.
When we brought Lys up to
school in January, there weren’t any rooms available at the Fairfield Inn, so I
had to book at another Marriott up the road. It was nice, the people were nice,
but it just wasn’t the same. I LOVE the staff at the Fairfield Inn. They make
it feel like my home away from home. I’ve stayed there so much over the past
two years, most of the staff knows me by name, and I theirs. Other than my
issue with room keys (which happens everywhere I go), there are rarely any problems,
and if by some freak chance there is a problem, they are on top of it like
white on rice.
So, if you are ever up in
the Burlington Vermont area, and find yourself in need of a hotel, I highly
recommend the Fairfield Inn Burlington-Williston at 2844 St. George Road in
Williston. It’s about fifteen minutes from Burlington. It’s right off of Route
89, and there are a ton of shops and restaurants all up and down Route 2A (St.
George Road). The rooms are clean, the staff is amazing, there’s a pool (if you
happen to be there during the tiny window when you can swim in VT), and they
serve breakfast.
I told you I would tell
you about yesterday’s photo challenge. My daughter, Dani Rose, took that
photograph, and believe it or not, that’s her eye. I guess you could call it a self-portrait.
Those eyelashes are real – they are so long you could practically braid them,
and even though you cannot tell by the photo, her eyes are such a dark brown,
they are almost black – a far cry from the light grey eyes she was born with
(which lasted all of two weeks).
Initially I thought she
would have blue eyes like her brother. PJ is the only one who has blue eyes,
and I’m still a little baffled by that. My eyes are blue and Paulie’s eyes are
hazel (½ blue, ½ brown). By my calculations, the gene pool for eyes should have
been ¾ blue, ¼ brown, so how did only 1/3 of our children end up with blue
eyes? I realize brown is more dominate, but still…
All three kids have
different eye colors, each beautiful in their own right. PJ’s are that rich azure
you can only compare to an August sky. Lys’ are a warm brandy with gold facets
that have you picturing sitting by a roaring fire in a mountain cabin; and Dani’s
are like a finely polished chestnut wood, deep, rich, mysterious.
Okay, enough of that.
Today I have to get over to Costco to pick up Lys’ cake. When I’m finished, I’m
hoping the temperature will have climbed to at least double digits, because I
have to clean out the car. At the moment, it’s 3° and that’s without the wind chill.
If it doesn’t warm up some, the heck with it, we’ll be driving in a messy car.
It’s just too dang cold to be out there for any length of time.
Just so you know, we are
leaving around 5:30 tomorrow morning, so there is very little chance I will be
able to get a blog post done before I leave. However, I may be bringing my
computer with me up to Vermont. I haven’t decided yet.
Alrighty, let me boogie. I
hope you have fabulous day, and happy writing!
Your
Next Challenge is:
Who
turned off the heat?
You have ten minutes (be
honest). There is no right or wrong, just write. Spelling and punctuation don’t
count, and NO ONE is allowed to criticize what someone else has written. Go.
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