Cabin Fever...
>> Wednesday, June 9, 2010
It hasn't even been three full weeks since school got out and the kids have a bad case of cabin fever! So we decided to go hiking in the forest and see what we could find. After a short 120 mile drive east we came across a mountain range that looked intriguing to hike up to. Alea and Weston got out of the car and hiked to the top.
After eating all the food set out on the table, we looked out the window and realized there was a zip line hanging from one of the trees. Alea rushed over and climbed the ladder to the top of the zip line perch.
After riding the zip line a few hundred times, we heard voices coming from inside. Somebody has been eating my porridge. Somebody has been eating my porridge. Somebody has been eating my porridge and its all gone! You know how the rest of the story goes...
Aliens had landed their colorful space ship and out popped 12 more kids. They brought along with them their 6 parents and Grandma and Grandpa.
Alea didn't seem to mind the alien dinner even though we couldn't find the alien mustard.
The Luckiest Dude on the Planet...
>> Sunday, May 30, 2010
This is me. The luckiest dude on the planet!
Why am I the luckiest dude on the planet? Well you see, just minutes earlier we had turned the car back in to the rental place, headed straight to the bathrooms, and then proceeded to pass through the security screening. Weston had packed his Gatorade bottle full of sand at the beach so he could bring some sand home. I told him to put it in the bin with my keys and phone so that they could see that it was sand and not a hazardous bottle of water they don't allow through. The TSA lady doing the screening flagged the sand and had to call for back up. The back up guy arrived fast since he was only standing 3 feet away observing the whole situation. He grabbed the bottle of sand, shoved it against the wall, handcuffed it ,and then escorted it over to the chemical analyzer machine and began to process it. Weston asked me what he was doing. I told him that the guy was testing the sand to make sure it was really from the beach and that it wasn't some kind of counterfeit sand made in China. The TSA backup guy got a laugh out of that one and eventually let it through once the machine told him it wasn't fake sand. We then headed to the gate where I sat down and came to the realization that I am the "LUCKIEST DUDE ON THE PLANET!"
Why am I the luckiest dude on the planet?
Well you see, we had just spent the day at the beach and here I was thinking back about how much fun we had just had.
Here is how the day went...
We woke up early and headed to the airport. It was 6:30 a.m. We were going to the beach for the day. We got there in plenty of time to get our seat assignments. Either Heidi has reserved seats or some other cosmo universal alignment is trying to tell her something cause this is the 3rd time she has been assigned 6C as her seat. If you remember from one of my prior posts, I was assigned 6C once and it turned out to be hilarious.
Once we boarded the plane we flew for about 45 minutes and then landed in Southern California. Upon getting off the plane, I peeked into the cockpit and was a bit surprised. The pilot looked pretty young but apparently knew how to fly the plane since he got us there safe and on time.
Not exactly the Sistine Chapel...
>> Monday, May 17, 2010
Are you 6C?
>> Thursday, May 13, 2010
So last week we headed north to visit the family and upon getting our seat assignments, I was separated from Alea and Weston. They were assigned seats 6A and 6B. I was given 7D which is behind and across the isle from Alea and Weston.
So I politely ask, "Are you 6C?"
Remember her husband standing behind her? Well, apparently he thought I said "Are you sexy?" and just started to laugh as if I had said the funniest thing on earth. She smiled politely back, and said, no and moved along on her way to her assigned seat. Alea and Weston caught on to the humor of the situation and couldn't stop laughing each time someone would walk by. Finally a man walked up, said I was in his seat, saw the kids, and said he wouldn't mind moving.
No, I didn't ask him if he was 6C! Read more...
Airline travel complaints
>> Tuesday, May 4, 2010
Air travel used to be a luxury where people would dress up to fly, be pampered by beautiful flight attendants who traveled the world with a sense of adventure and a huge smile. Now it seems a commodity brokered by the internet search engines with the lowest fares offset by baggage fees and ever tighter security screenings. Regardless of all the pat downs and x-ray scans, we love to fly the friendly skies, especially on days like this where the horizon fades from cloudy skies to clear deep blue brilliance.
There's nothing worse than a passenger bringing their own food on a plane that leaves the cabin smelling of food you don't want to eat let alone smell. But who could be mad at this passenger?
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B is for Bowling...
In this episode of the Adventures of WHAW...
We went bowling while up in Utah. After all, there's not much to do when the ski slopes are closed, the swimming pools aren't open, and the fact that we were only there for about 36 hours.