I'm on travel this week for work. I don't have the best luck when it comes to flying....as far as my flights taking off on time, etc...let me preface this post by thanking God that I did make it to Herndon safe and sound. And I ask for prayers on Thursday as I travel back home. May God continue to keep me safe.
When my boss and I travel, we are ALWAYS delayed. Put her or me travelling with someone else from work, and flights are perfect. But for some reason or another, the two of us flying together brings out the worst in flight plans. Thankfully, I had to come up to Virginia by myself yesterday. I flew out of Huntsville for a stopover in Atlanta, and then from there to Dulles. My first flight is on a smaller plane....the reason being is that it's a 29 minute flight from Huntsville to Atlanta. So we have about 80 people at the most on this plane, and the cabin is cramped. The flight leaves on time, even a few minutes early, and it's a relatively smooth flight. That is, until we descend. I believe we hit every air pocket and cloud there was in the sky. The plane was dipping and dropping, and I actually thought I was going to throw up. It was the worst flight I had ever been on. And then to top it off, the pilot decides to land on one wheel, so we start fish tailing down the runway a couple of times until he finally gets the plane on the other 2 wheels. I'm so nauseated by this point, that I'm ready to just lay in the lap of the fella beside me. I didn't care what he or anyone else thought. All I could think was "get me off this plane before I lose all these gummies I inhaled before we took off". :)
My next flight from Atlanta to Dulles was on a much bigger plane....finally some room. Or so I thought..... Guess where the biggest man on the flight's seat was...yep, beside me. So he squeezes into his seat, and I cannot possibly sit up straight, or else I would be squished underneath his arm. And let me tell you....he's a talker. I know how old he is, what he does for a living, where he went on vacation (he even had to compare his tan to mine), how many kids he has, and just how bad Dulles airport is. I thought he would notice the glazed look in my eyes as he was talking to me, or the fact that I had a magazine shoved in my face, but no....he was oblivious to all that. He wanted to be friends. Well, I'm not on a flight to make friends with anyone. We finally take off, and lo and behold....he's a snorer. He is so loud that passengers 6 rows up turn around to see what's going on. I laugh, and they all laugh. Then I hear the sweetest words of the day...."the captain has now turned off the seat belt sign. The use of all electronic devices is now approved". I could not get my purse out from under that seat fast enough to get my iPod. The flight is very smooth, and all the sudden, my lovely seat mate decides that sitting straight will not work...so he decides to turn on his side...thus his butt is laid up on me now. Great....just great. An agonizing 30 minutes later, we land. Before we get off the plane, he says "I'm a fidgeter. I can't sit still". Really? I hadn't noticed.....
I just pray my flights home are safe, quiet and uneventful...that is if I leave on time. Which probably won't happen since I'll be flying back with my boss! :)
Tuesday, July 21, 2009
Wednesday, July 15, 2009
Oh dear....
I follow several blogs, and I am on Facebook. So I see many postings where parents are talking about their kids singing all these great Christian songs and how it just warms their heart. I equally think it's precious.
Walker borrows my iPod the other day and this is what I hear coming from the back seat....
"Apple bottom jeans"
"jeans"
"Boots with the fur"
"With the fur"
"She hit the flo"
"Low, low, low, low, low, low, low, low..."
"Baggy sweatpants"
"Reeboks with the straps"
"With the straps"
"Gave that big booty a slap"
What can I say? It warms my heart.... :) Kidding....
The one song on my iPod that I wouldn't want him to listen to, and it's the one he wants to play over and over.
Walker borrows my iPod the other day and this is what I hear coming from the back seat....
"Apple bottom jeans"
"jeans"
"Boots with the fur"
"With the fur"
"She hit the flo"
"Low, low, low, low, low, low, low, low..."
"Baggy sweatpants"
"Reeboks with the straps"
"With the straps"
"Gave that big booty a slap"
What can I say? It warms my heart.... :) Kidding....
The one song on my iPod that I wouldn't want him to listen to, and it's the one he wants to play over and over.
Friday, July 10, 2009
Tiffisodes
Tiffisodes-these are things that my dear friend Tiff does and I must tell about.....
DISCLAIMER: I, in no way, discriminate or make fun of handicapped people. I mean, look at my husband for crying out loud....he was born with one hand. The story I'm about to tell is just too funny not to disclose.
When you come off the beach, you know there is a shower and hose to rinse the sand off of you. Me and Tiff come off the beach one day, and I rinse myself off. Then Tiff gets it to start rinsing herself off. In the meantime, a young woman with some form of illness, I'm guessing MS, approaches the area where we are. She is on those arm cuff crutches. She gets to where Tiff and I are standing, because she is about to go through the gate to get on the boardwalk. Well, Tiff raises the hose to rinse herself off and somehow or another completely misses and soaks the young woman. Tiff just stops what she's doing and drops her head in disbelief. I, on the other hand, am in total shock also and can do nothing but turn around and bust out laughing at what she has done. And just the look on her face is priceless. The young woman never acknowledges it, Tiff never says a word to her, and I'm about to hyperventilate from laughing so hard. Tiff felt horrible about it, and of course I couldn't wait to tell everyone. :)
The next story takes place at the Crab Trap restaurant. We're all enjoying ourselves and talking, and all the sudden Troy screams. Seems Tiff is so carried away by the smell of his deoderant that she was driven to bite him. She's lucky she didn't get elbowed for that....Troy said that was his first extinct reaction, but refrained from doing it. It was so funny....she was so tore up and he was in pain! :) God love her....
DISCLAIMER: I, in no way, discriminate or make fun of handicapped people. I mean, look at my husband for crying out loud....he was born with one hand. The story I'm about to tell is just too funny not to disclose.
When you come off the beach, you know there is a shower and hose to rinse the sand off of you. Me and Tiff come off the beach one day, and I rinse myself off. Then Tiff gets it to start rinsing herself off. In the meantime, a young woman with some form of illness, I'm guessing MS, approaches the area where we are. She is on those arm cuff crutches. She gets to where Tiff and I are standing, because she is about to go through the gate to get on the boardwalk. Well, Tiff raises the hose to rinse herself off and somehow or another completely misses and soaks the young woman. Tiff just stops what she's doing and drops her head in disbelief. I, on the other hand, am in total shock also and can do nothing but turn around and bust out laughing at what she has done. And just the look on her face is priceless. The young woman never acknowledges it, Tiff never says a word to her, and I'm about to hyperventilate from laughing so hard. Tiff felt horrible about it, and of course I couldn't wait to tell everyone. :)
The next story takes place at the Crab Trap restaurant. We're all enjoying ourselves and talking, and all the sudden Troy screams. Seems Tiff is so carried away by the smell of his deoderant that she was driven to bite him. She's lucky she didn't get elbowed for that....Troy said that was his first extinct reaction, but refrained from doing it. It was so funny....she was so tore up and he was in pain! :) God love her....
Thursday, July 9, 2009
Beach bum
We just got back from Orange Beach. We went down on Wednesday afternoon, and got back 2 days ago. I must say it was a nice, long vacation....but not long enough. I believe I could have stayed for a month.
The trip down there wasn't too eventful. It took about 6 hours. I have 3 kids, so stopping to potty is inevitable. Our first night there, we unpacked, went grocery shopping and ate dinner. Our routine each day consisted of get up, get dressed, go to the beach or pool all day, come inside, shower, go eat, and goof around. I will touch on the highlights of the week, so as not to bore you with tiny details.
Crab hunting - Me and Tiff took 4 of the kids out crab hunting one night....Cierra, Tucker, Walker and Lee Walker (which is actually Tucker's cousin Walker, which Brody calls Lee Walker). Tucker was finding crabs left and right....granted, they were no bigger than my pinky fingernail, but he was snatching them up. Then I come upon a big hole in the sand. Me and Cierra look in the hole, and lo and behold, we spot a crab. So my Walker digs it up and it goes shooting across the sand. And of course, that sets off scream after scream from all the kids, and yes, me too. We finally get it trapped and carefully place it in the bucket. Well, he's a fiesty little booger and Tiff is sure that Harry the crab is missing his wife and kids because he keeps trying to crawl out. So I decide to place a smaller bucket inside the bucket that Harry is in to keep him trapped. We find another little crab and scramble to find a way to get it in the bucket that Harry is occupying. I lift the smaller bucket and Harry is nowhere. WHAT? Only then does he fall down from inside the bucket I pulled off the top and start scurrying across the sand. We all start screaming again....here we are, chasing this stupid crab around 20 acres of sand. I have done broke a sweat by this time, lost an earring, cussed in front of the kids (I felt terrible about that) and developed a headache. For a CRAB! It's not like it was a walking scallop with a black pearl inside. Anyway, we finally catch the stupid thing and put it back in the bucket. We get back to the boardwalk and let Brody and Tyler come check it out, and then we let it go. Harry was missing Myrtle and his kids.
Brody - We had several pools at the condo where we stayed. One of them had a top pool that had a wall with a waterfall that dropped down to the bottom pool. Me, Kevin and Brody were at the top one, and I noticed a very hairy man. As in Kevin's words, "it looked like he draped an African rug across his back". Well, Brody has apparently never seen that kind of thing because he proceeds to loudly ask "Daddy, what's that on that man's back?" I cringe, but I also turn and swim off and laugh so hard that I can hardly contain myself. Kevin is stuck there to answer that question that I know had to have been heard by Chewbacca himself. That's Brody for you....he will say whatever is on his mind....
That's all I have for now....I will post more as I remember it, and I will also try to get some pictures on here.
The trip down there wasn't too eventful. It took about 6 hours. I have 3 kids, so stopping to potty is inevitable. Our first night there, we unpacked, went grocery shopping and ate dinner. Our routine each day consisted of get up, get dressed, go to the beach or pool all day, come inside, shower, go eat, and goof around. I will touch on the highlights of the week, so as not to bore you with tiny details.
Crab hunting - Me and Tiff took 4 of the kids out crab hunting one night....Cierra, Tucker, Walker and Lee Walker (which is actually Tucker's cousin Walker, which Brody calls Lee Walker). Tucker was finding crabs left and right....granted, they were no bigger than my pinky fingernail, but he was snatching them up. Then I come upon a big hole in the sand. Me and Cierra look in the hole, and lo and behold, we spot a crab. So my Walker digs it up and it goes shooting across the sand. And of course, that sets off scream after scream from all the kids, and yes, me too. We finally get it trapped and carefully place it in the bucket. Well, he's a fiesty little booger and Tiff is sure that Harry the crab is missing his wife and kids because he keeps trying to crawl out. So I decide to place a smaller bucket inside the bucket that Harry is in to keep him trapped. We find another little crab and scramble to find a way to get it in the bucket that Harry is occupying. I lift the smaller bucket and Harry is nowhere. WHAT? Only then does he fall down from inside the bucket I pulled off the top and start scurrying across the sand. We all start screaming again....here we are, chasing this stupid crab around 20 acres of sand. I have done broke a sweat by this time, lost an earring, cussed in front of the kids (I felt terrible about that) and developed a headache. For a CRAB! It's not like it was a walking scallop with a black pearl inside. Anyway, we finally catch the stupid thing and put it back in the bucket. We get back to the boardwalk and let Brody and Tyler come check it out, and then we let it go. Harry was missing Myrtle and his kids.
Brody - We had several pools at the condo where we stayed. One of them had a top pool that had a wall with a waterfall that dropped down to the bottom pool. Me, Kevin and Brody were at the top one, and I noticed a very hairy man. As in Kevin's words, "it looked like he draped an African rug across his back". Well, Brody has apparently never seen that kind of thing because he proceeds to loudly ask "Daddy, what's that on that man's back?" I cringe, but I also turn and swim off and laugh so hard that I can hardly contain myself. Kevin is stuck there to answer that question that I know had to have been heard by Chewbacca himself. That's Brody for you....he will say whatever is on his mind....
That's all I have for now....I will post more as I remember it, and I will also try to get some pictures on here.
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