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Did you know that styrofoam is a hazardous material? Neither did we! Brilliant Husband's mother decided to give us the (very meaty) ham bone from a Christmas ham to make black beans or pea soup. I opposed the whole idea, but the in-laws had a styrofoam shipping container (the kind that Omaha Steaks uses) and several ice packs (not dry ice, which makes me nervous), and we only had two checked bags for three people, so it was decided the styrofoam box would be our third checked item. The ham bone was bagged, carefully surrounded with ice packs, and then covered with two Ziplocs jam-packed with Christmas goodies and one foil packet of fudge.
We got to the AirTran counter for our flight home and the man told us we couldn't check the container. BH said we could fit it under a seat, and he said, "You can't use this as a carry-on, either." He verified with someone else from AirTran! They consider styrofoam a hazardous material. Now I believe I have heard that styrofoam, if it does somehow catch fire, releases toxic fumes.
The TSA website says nothing about styrofoam or polystyrene or anything I could remotely construe as styrofoam (and I'm pretty good at construing). AirTran's site does not list either but notes tersely that they reserve the right to ban substances other than those listed.
So: call your airline before you try to fly with styrofoam. And, gentle readers, if you know anything I do not about styrofoam, please let me know!
The ham bone went into the trash (BH's mom considered driving back to the airport to get it but was discouraged; I told him he didn't need to call right away!). The goodies got jammed into my carry-on.
We had about a score of chocolate raindeer cookies. Now we have dozens of reindeer bits. We won't talk about the cream-cheese wreath cookies. They will all be eaten, never fear.
It's beginning to look a lot like . . . spring?
Okay, I know I live in Florida. But it is [Ron Stoppable voice]sick and wrong[/Ron Stoppable voice] to be wearing a tank top and shorts on New Year's Eve.
We did get to take a bike ride with Small Child on the new bike Santa left. (She's getting Not So Small, but I can't really see calling her Not So Small Child; I'll get tendonitis all over again!) She did pretty darned well and actually has some speed on her new 20-inch bike. Of course, that made her crashes all the more spectacular, because she chose the day she started riding the new bike to learn to do U-turns. The second U-turn came after she said, "I'll turn around" and before I could say, "No, just go up to the corner!". The third U-turn came after BH told her to take it slowly and while I was trying to say "Not near the pile of leaves!" She went wide, into the leaves, and went down. We went straight home. The scars should fade in a few weeks.
Speaking of not getting out one's warnings: we were in a museum restroom when I noticed a huge puddle of water extending in front of all three sinks. Small Child flushed, the stall door opened, I started, "Be careful"--and she was already running and hit the water before I had even finished the second word. She went down on her back and slid into the far wall, feet first (fortunately). The weirdest thing is that I saw her go splat, but she swears she never hit her head--and not only was her hair dry, but all her clothes were completely dry as well.
She must have hydroplaned!
I cannot recall previously seeing my daughter, who may be a terror at home but is generally scrupulously well-behaved in public, come running out of a restroom stall. Museum personnel were notified about the water, but Mommy was strictly forbidden to tell them that SC had fallen.
Mommy was not, however, forbidden to tell family members. Or the entire world, via LJ. As SC gets older, she will no doubt become more precise in her warnings.
Happy New Year to everyone!
We got to the AirTran counter for our flight home and the man told us we couldn't check the container. BH said we could fit it under a seat, and he said, "You can't use this as a carry-on, either." He verified with someone else from AirTran! They consider styrofoam a hazardous material. Now I believe I have heard that styrofoam, if it does somehow catch fire, releases toxic fumes.
The TSA website says nothing about styrofoam or polystyrene or anything I could remotely construe as styrofoam (and I'm pretty good at construing). AirTran's site does not list either but notes tersely that they reserve the right to ban substances other than those listed.
So: call your airline before you try to fly with styrofoam. And, gentle readers, if you know anything I do not about styrofoam, please let me know!
The ham bone went into the trash (BH's mom considered driving back to the airport to get it but was discouraged; I told him he didn't need to call right away!). The goodies got jammed into my carry-on.
We had about a score of chocolate raindeer cookies. Now we have dozens of reindeer bits. We won't talk about the cream-cheese wreath cookies. They will all be eaten, never fear.
It's beginning to look a lot like . . . spring?
Okay, I know I live in Florida. But it is [Ron Stoppable voice]sick and wrong[/Ron Stoppable voice] to be wearing a tank top and shorts on New Year's Eve.
We did get to take a bike ride with Small Child on the new bike Santa left. (She's getting Not So Small, but I can't really see calling her Not So Small Child; I'll get tendonitis all over again!) She did pretty darned well and actually has some speed on her new 20-inch bike. Of course, that made her crashes all the more spectacular, because she chose the day she started riding the new bike to learn to do U-turns. The second U-turn came after she said, "I'll turn around" and before I could say, "No, just go up to the corner!". The third U-turn came after BH told her to take it slowly and while I was trying to say "Not near the pile of leaves!" She went wide, into the leaves, and went down. We went straight home. The scars should fade in a few weeks.
Speaking of not getting out one's warnings: we were in a museum restroom when I noticed a huge puddle of water extending in front of all three sinks. Small Child flushed, the stall door opened, I started, "Be careful"--and she was already running and hit the water before I had even finished the second word. She went down on her back and slid into the far wall, feet first (fortunately). The weirdest thing is that I saw her go splat, but she swears she never hit her head--and not only was her hair dry, but all her clothes were completely dry as well.
She must have hydroplaned!
I cannot recall previously seeing my daughter, who may be a terror at home but is generally scrupulously well-behaved in public, come running out of a restroom stall. Museum personnel were notified about the water, but Mommy was strictly forbidden to tell them that SC had fallen.
Mommy was not, however, forbidden to tell family members. Or the entire world, via LJ. As SC gets older, she will no doubt become more precise in her warnings.
Happy New Year to everyone!
