why smartphones are awesome (sometimes)

Not much to report.  I had a great weekend in Wisconsin Dells celebrating an awesome friend's 30th birthday.  It's the big year.  We're all turning 30.  Well, a lot of us are, anyway.  We stayed at a water park hotel, which was fun for both adults and kids, alike.  One of my favorite conversations went like this:

Michelle: Aren't you getting in the water?

Me [while holding her 5 month old]:  Maybe later.

Michelle:  You came all the way to a water park hotel in the Dells to maybe come in the water?

Me:  I came all the way to a water park hotel in the Dells for your birthday.

But I did go in the water and played some water basketball - and then hung out in more water in the hot tub.  They really use a lot of chlorine in those hotels - I showered before we left the hotel and when I got home (8+ hours later) I still smelled like chlorine. I think I'm better today, though. We had a little frustration with the restaurant we ate at, but the food was good, and in the end we all had an enjoyable weekend and Michelle had what everyone is entitled to once a year: A happy birthday.

I've been debating sharing the following story with you because I'm worried it will start to look like all I do is make bonehead moves.  Michelle says that I shouldn't write about all of the dumb stuff I do because it will start to look like I only do dumb stuff.  Not so.  And it's not always my fault.  For example, yesterday wasn't my fault - it just happened. 

Every room at our hotel had a balcony with doors that opened (yes, I've been in a couple that have balconies that don't have opening doors - scared of jumpers, I guess... bud I digress.)  We had breakfast yesterday morning and when the others went to get in the hot tub, I went back to the room to suit up.  Before I did, I went out on the balcony and shut the door (yes, it's February in Wisconsin - but it was warm - read: 30 - outside). When I went to go back in, the door wouldn't open. At all. 

How could this happen?  It was obviously was unlocked because I opened the door to go OUT - so why can't I get IN?  I had a moment of panic because my hotel-mates had just gotten in the hot tub, so they weren't coming back any time soon. Then remembered - I have my phone... my SMART phone! I googled the hotel phone number, called them and said:

Hi, I'm in room 402.  So, this is going to be dumb, but I came out on the balcony, shut the door, and now I can't get back in. Can you send someone to come and let me back in?

Yes. That just happened. The lady who let me back in told me that "Yeah... that happens sometimes.  When the door shuts, sometimes it bumps the lock and does that."  Note to self: don't completely shut balcony doors at hotels. And that's why smart phones are awesome (sometimes) - my alternative with out it would have been to yell to a stranger 4 levels down in the parking lot to ask the front desk to come and rescue me... and that is far more embarrassing.

So, now that you heard something dumb that I did, I should compensate and tell you something awesome that I did. Or made, rather.  I'm a nerd and I ask questions on the allrecipes.com forum - so I asked for a recommendation of something that was relatively quick and not terrible for me after eating out all weekend and made this Holiday Chicken Salad recipe that someone recommended from the site.  I'm not going to re-type this here, but recommend that you save this recipe - it's AWESOME and I will have a new go-to chicken salad recipe because of this. 

My notes:

• I used only 1 c. (vs. 1.5 c.) of dried cranberries and only 1/2 c. (vs. 1 c.) of pecans.
• Cub foods has a sweet deal on Craisens and other related dried fruits this week because it's Heart Health month.  I'm totally going to stock up at $1.99 (they're normally 3.50+ I think) so worth it.
• Last night we just had these on buns plain and it was so good. 
• We had the leftovers tonight warm. I put it on a bun bottom, sprinkled with a little cheese, and baked it for 10-15 minutes.  Then I took the tops (buttered) and put them in the over, too, changed over to broil, and when the tops were browned, it was done. 
• I think I liked them warm better.  I'm not sure if it was because they were warm or because the flavors had set in for a day.  Whatever.  It was awesome both ways.

The first night

 

The second night-baked.


And that's all I have to report.  Signing off...