Getting There: NOT Half the Fun

One of Gary's favorite phrases is, "Are we there yet?" He says it when we're traveling; when we're with our parents; in awkward situations; in short, he says it whenever the occasion feels right.
And from time to time, I find myself saying it, too. Like right now.
It is so not Oscar Night at my house...

Huh?

I'm having a "procedure" tomorrow that involves something called "MoviPrep." Lemme just say MoviPrep ain't popcorn and Junior Mints... I'll let you do the "independent research" to find out what it is, should you be so moved (right there, that's a hint...).

I'm halfway there at this point.

My impression thus far? Getting there: NOT half the fun.

Which came first, the woman or the sports fan?

So I'm at the doctor today waiting to have a mammogram or, as I like to call it, my annual "boob mashing session." Even though it's barely 8:30 AM the waiting room is pretty full. There's this woman sitting next to me who's having some problem with her identification and she has to call her insurance company to straighten it out.

I'm not fond of people who talk on their phones in waiting rooms, but I'm good and I say nothing while she works out her issue. Of course, when she starts talking she gives her name: Barbara Boeheim.
For anyone who knows anything about college basketball the name Boeheim has great significance and for me, being married to a Syracuse graduate... Need I say more? But I think to myself, it's just a coincidence. 
Cut to my appointment is over and I'm at the front desk waiting to talk to someone about something. There's no receptionist at the desk and ... Barbara Boeheim comes out to check out. A receptionist servicing another part of the office comes over to help her. "I can get you squared away," the receptionist says to her, "I just need your name."
"Barbara Boeheim," she says.
This time, I can't help myself. My curiosity gets the better of me and  I interject, "Any relation to 'The Coach.'" She smiles pleasantly, inclines her head and says, "Yes, I'm his sister."
Holy cow! I'm in the presence of near greatness! Jim Boeheim is LEGENDARY!
So we start talkin' smack about basketball and Syracuse and other things. Wow. And to think that I really didn't want to go to the doctor...

It loses something in translation...

It probably goes without saying, seeing as how I am a Weight Watcher, that I love food. However, I've known Weight Watchers who were less than gastronomically adventurous. I'm not one of them. I once came close to eating sealing wax... What can I say? It looked like papaya...
So, today Gary and I went to DC for the Cherry Blossom Festival. Note the pictures on the left ...

Afterward we had lunch not far from Chinatown at Kushi Izakaya & Sushi. In a word: awesome!
Before heading home, being in an Asian-inspired frame of mind, we made a pilgrimage to my favorite ethnic "grocery" (I use that term loosely...).  I like to get ginger candy there, but today I was up for a new adventure. So I decided to buy something labeled "Dried plum."
Again, please note the picture. Reasonable enough, no? It's dried plums. Are they sweet? Are they savory? Noone's really sure, but I'm gonna go with the notion that people have eaten them before and lived to tell the tale, so why not me, eh? 
Just out of curiosity though, lemme see what the ingredients are... (See picture below.)
Not. So. Helpful.
Anyone wanna take a shot at what the "etc." might include? And, just in case you not confused enough, please note the amount of protein per serving. If you can't read it, it says, "Less than 6g." Thanks for clearing that up. 
I feel myself channeling George Carlin... "Could be meat, could be cake... It's...meatcake!"
Could be zero grams of protein, could be 5.9? Hmmm.
For the sake of Weight Watchers Points Plus, I'm gonna go with the ingredient given as "etc." is some magic protein which brings the total grams of protein per serving to 5.9. Note, it's under six grams...
Perhaps something got lost in the translation?