The 2012 NCBA convention starts today. Since, we have our dog Chance, we are staying down the road from the convention hotel. It’s a good fit for us because our room has a kitchenette where we can stay in and eat meals and there’s a table where I can do some work. It’s also the place to stay if you bring your pet.
After unloading our six days of necessities and dog toys and organized our room as best we could, Eric delivered all of my ‘bookmarks’ that I finished tying together this morning for the goody bags (or ‘goodie’ depending where you’re from) then proceeded to the grocery store to load up on all of our quick and easy-to-make meals for the next five days. Mostly, that consists of anything that can be cooked up in a small pan on an even smaller stove, in our steamer/rice cooker that we brought or easily heated up in the microwave (which is our least favorite option). Since I have been able to burn pasta which is almost impossible, Eric likes to cover all the bases in case of the inevitable cooking mishap.
Next on the “to do” list was for Eric to write out his convention itinerary. As you can see from the image, this is a top-notch, high-end operation we’re running here. Don’t let the hen-scratched type on a half-torn piece of yellow-lined paper fool you. This is a sample of our professional yet courteous inter-office memos (notice the little note my wonderful Mr. Basketmaker wrote me at the bottom. I’m going to let that one slide).
Eric writes these ‘itineraries’ up for me so I will know when he will be back for lunch. Meaning, I have to have food prepared, ready and waiting. Now before you jump to any conclusions, Eric does all the cooking when we are back home. So during conventions, I help him out and try my hand at being a somewhat, half-decent homemaker. Hence the need for Eric to search out ingredients for easy-to-make meals. I’m not offended. It is the truth.
Then he organizes all the tools and materials that are needed for the first class and I sort through product for sales and make sure all our paperwork is in order.
So I wanted to share a tiny little glimpse of what “life on the road” entails on one of these conventions. It’s not glamorous by any means as you can see with the plastic cup, silverware and red plastic bowl. But I’m a simple girl and that’s why I make a perfect basketmaker’s wife.
So what do you call that green plastic utensil? A spork is a spoon + fork, but what is a knife + fork? A knork? A fife? I am confused as Wall-e…
Oh Tony… I’m thinking you already know it’s a SPORK! We love these utensils. Sounds like a travel tip post!
It probably would have been worth going to North Carolina, just to get one of your bookmarks Lynne, I am sure they are beautiful.
Oh Marty, you’re my biggest fan. Does Eric have your address? I’ll mail you one. He must have it from Michigan events.