Holiday Debacle(s)

Seasons Greetings to our many blog readers!

As most of you likely know, we here on the east coast have received about 2 feet of snow, which, of course, has rendered the whole east coast basically useless. Schools are closed, federal government workers have off, etc etc. I LOVE snow, but since this is a running blog I will address the running debacle first, followed by the holiday debacle.

Running debacle:

In Colorado (Fort Fun), they plow the trail when it snows. Seriously. They have these little, perfect trail-sized snow plows, that are most likely driven by some sort of elves. Why? Because exercise is a priority in my great state. Here however, that is not the case. I was hoping for a snow and ice free Rock Creek Trail this morning when I ventured out into the 30 degree weather. Instead I had to climb (literally) over mounds of snow and ice to get to the trail. Upon arriving at the trail I found that it had not been plowed at all. In fact, the two feet of snow was disturbed only by cross country ski tracks (most likely made by Hobbs' dad since he lives, sometimes, in the DC area). I was forced to return home, having only run (more like climbed/tried not to fall) about 25 minutes. Blurg.

Holiday Debacle:

Recently I was at the home of my significant other (yes, same individual who puked in my sink) when his mother commented that they were going to have a goose for Christmas dinner. Can you think of anything more Christmastime-y? No. There is no dish more appropriate for Christmas than a Christmas goose, other than serving it with a healthy glass of egg nog. Which is why I told significant other's mother that it was totally badass that she was making a goose for Christmas dinner.

Significant other's mother then e-mailed my mother (in Colorado) to ask if she would like a Christmas goose, and if so to let her know as she has reserved one at the local grocer. My mother, not an experienced goose-roaster, frantically left me a voicemail detailing this plan.

But, alas, the goose had already been purchased! So now the goose will be coming with me on the plane to Colorado. For Christmas. We, too, will have a Christmas goose. In Colorado.

The obvious debacle is: How does one take a 20lb frozen goose from Baltimurder to Denver via air travel? Some questions:

1. How much liquid does a goose contain? Is it more than the allowable amount for carry-on items? I think, yes, most likely.

2. If I pack the goose in my checked luggage, will my clothes smell like raw poultry juices?

3. I will be bringing two bags to check. Do I have some sort of moral obligation to separate the goose and the goose down vest I will also be bringing with me?

4. Will I feel embarrassed if forced to show some TSA personnel my Christmas goose?

And these are my holiday debacles.

**Please note we are still waiting to hear from Hobbs about her New Year's Eve running plans and ensuing party plans.**

Cheers!