Angela and I went to Maui. It was friggin' awesome.
We have neglected our blog since our trip. We know. But it's not considered abuse like neglecting elder. If it was you probably would have heard from us.
We've been gone a long time, and A LOT has happened. So it's just overwhelming to start rethinking it all. Like when you don't go to class all semester, then have to write the final.
Wait... Ange wouldn't do that. So I don't know what her excuse is.
Anyway, we have lots of stories from trip -- lesbos from Oregon to the near death of Dr Pepper. Yes, we have lots of stories.
We will share them, we promise.
Thursday, January 28, 2010
Finally, someone who'll listen!
... and there he was right before my very own eyes in Chapters,
Jordan Knight, in the flesh...
Monday, January 11, 2010
Toothbrush holders, panty liners and other items of interest to national security
As I write this, I'm enduring some turbulence on West Jet flight 1852 to Kaluhui. I can't even pronounce that, but that is my destination. I am actually not blogging this at all. I'm writing on the back of my BelAir Travel itinerary with my SaskPower promotional pen - (thanks EnerAction!).
It's 11:15 pm Sask time, and I'd kill to brush my teeth, have a glass of water and a hot meal! But who's complaining? This is what going to Hawaii entails. The day started with delays. Grant dropped me off at YQR (makes Regina airport sound exotic, doesn't it?) at 12:50, two hours and ten minutes before I was supposed to leave. Make that three hours...a 4:00 departure instead of 3:00, says the super-chipper-WestJet-check-in girl with thick eyeliner. After a record fast check in and security clearance, I`m waiting. Jen texted me for awhile, I called my oldest BFF Jeri, and paced the airport to keep my hip pain from flaring from the excessive sitting. I`m sure the airport cameras caught me wandering like some kind of mental, anxious flyer, but really, it`s just an inflamed joint.
Finally at 3:58, I board.
CHECK DOCS.
My boarding pass gets scanned again.
CHECK DOCS.
The WestJet guy can`t get the message to go away, but there is a green check mark, so I am clear to board. Whew.
Go to Calgary. Stop. Go to Vancouver. Transfer. With the hour delay, we just make it through customs in time. Lucky me, the same crew flying me to Vancouver also flys us to Hawaii, but on a different plane, so no worries about missing the flight! They are just as delayed as the passengers.
Anyway, the point of this blog....the drill with CATSA: remove your shoes, belt, jacket, purse. Put them in a plastic tote to be scanned. Guess what. CATSA staff have never seen my rocking Tupperware toothbrush holder. I threw it in my purse because we can`t have carry on bags. It holds your toothbrush upright, with a little weight at the bottom. It scans, they don`t recognize it, and want to go through my items. Fine. I particularly enjoyed watching the big burly security man fumbling and putting panty liners back into my make-up kit. I tried not to laugh. They finally found the offensive item and determine it is not a weapon. Uh no. I probably could throw it at someone`s head and leave a good dent. Might be a possibility in the case of the parents behind me in line with the pair of four-year-olds carrying on and laughing about poop and bums.
Then came the CSI moment.
A swipe of your hands to determine if you have `material that could be detrimental to the operation of the aircraft`, is how they put it. (Not a test for H1N1 as the elderly gentleman in front of me suggested). Apparently he`s never seen Horatio and Grissom in action on CSI.
Did I mention the turbulence! Wooo!!
It's 11:15 pm Sask time, and I'd kill to brush my teeth, have a glass of water and a hot meal! But who's complaining? This is what going to Hawaii entails. The day started with delays. Grant dropped me off at YQR (makes Regina airport sound exotic, doesn't it?) at 12:50, two hours and ten minutes before I was supposed to leave. Make that three hours...a 4:00 departure instead of 3:00, says the super-chipper-WestJet-check-in girl with thick eyeliner. After a record fast check in and security clearance, I`m waiting. Jen texted me for awhile, I called my oldest BFF Jeri, and paced the airport to keep my hip pain from flaring from the excessive sitting. I`m sure the airport cameras caught me wandering like some kind of mental, anxious flyer, but really, it`s just an inflamed joint.
Finally at 3:58, I board.
CHECK DOCS.
My boarding pass gets scanned again.
CHECK DOCS.
The WestJet guy can`t get the message to go away, but there is a green check mark, so I am clear to board. Whew.
Go to Calgary. Stop. Go to Vancouver. Transfer. With the hour delay, we just make it through customs in time. Lucky me, the same crew flying me to Vancouver also flys us to Hawaii, but on a different plane, so no worries about missing the flight! They are just as delayed as the passengers.
Anyway, the point of this blog....the drill with CATSA: remove your shoes, belt, jacket, purse. Put them in a plastic tote to be scanned. Guess what. CATSA staff have never seen my rocking Tupperware toothbrush holder. I threw it in my purse because we can`t have carry on bags. It holds your toothbrush upright, with a little weight at the bottom. It scans, they don`t recognize it, and want to go through my items. Fine. I particularly enjoyed watching the big burly security man fumbling and putting panty liners back into my make-up kit. I tried not to laugh. They finally found the offensive item and determine it is not a weapon. Uh no. I probably could throw it at someone`s head and leave a good dent. Might be a possibility in the case of the parents behind me in line with the pair of four-year-olds carrying on and laughing about poop and bums.
Then came the CSI moment.
A swipe of your hands to determine if you have `material that could be detrimental to the operation of the aircraft`, is how they put it. (Not a test for H1N1 as the elderly gentleman in front of me suggested). Apparently he`s never seen Horatio and Grissom in action on CSI.
Did I mention the turbulence! Wooo!!
Thursday, January 7, 2010
I broke the law, but it was worth it!
You're shocked that a straight-laced girl like me would break the law right? Even a silly law like 'no using a cell phone while driving'...well, I did it. But I swear it was worth it. Here's the scenario:
Monday. Lunch time. Leave work. Go shopping.
Put purse on front seat. Blackberry goes in purse. Other cell goes in purse.
Shop.
Head back to work. Blackberry rings. Still driving. Answer Blackberry. Recognize sister's number.
"This better be important, 'cause I'm breaking the law right now."
Sister: "It is if you want to go to Maui!"
Briefly consider that something terrible has happened to your father who's in Maui.
Realize that what is being proposed is going to Maui! On your father's dime! Like, now!
Act calm.
Tell sister you will check your work schedule when you get back to office. (Checking the calendar feature on the Blackberry while driving is definitely a bad idea.)
Schedule is good.
Tuesday. Boss gets back from Mexico.
Holidays get approved.
Flights get booked.
Tanning begins! (Thanks Tera and the MasterSun 360 at Tropicana Tan!)
Wednesday. Passports come out of security box.
Bathing suit shopping commences at Wal-Mart.
Find two $3 bathing suits! (Love January clearance on summer items!)
Thursday. Start rubbing it in at work that you get to go to Hawaii. Wait, that was happening since Monday....
Husband asks, "Have you left yet?"
Get a painful, but necessary, waxing job.
Tell husband that no, he can't see the waxing job.
Do more laundry.
The End
Monday. Lunch time. Leave work. Go shopping.
Put purse on front seat. Blackberry goes in purse. Other cell goes in purse.
Shop.
Head back to work. Blackberry rings. Still driving. Answer Blackberry. Recognize sister's number.
"This better be important, 'cause I'm breaking the law right now."
Sister: "It is if you want to go to Maui!"
Briefly consider that something terrible has happened to your father who's in Maui.
Realize that what is being proposed is going to Maui! On your father's dime! Like, now!
Act calm.
Tell sister you will check your work schedule when you get back to office. (Checking the calendar feature on the Blackberry while driving is definitely a bad idea.)
Schedule is good.
Tuesday. Boss gets back from Mexico.
Holidays get approved.
Flights get booked.
Tanning begins! (Thanks Tera and the MasterSun 360 at Tropicana Tan!)
Wednesday. Passports come out of security box.
Bathing suit shopping commences at Wal-Mart.
Find two $3 bathing suits! (Love January clearance on summer items!)
Thursday. Start rubbing it in at work that you get to go to Hawaii. Wait, that was happening since Monday....
Husband asks, "Have you left yet?"
Get a painful, but necessary, waxing job.
Tell husband that no, he can't see the waxing job.
Do more laundry.
The End
Tuesday, January 5, 2010
Maui
I sleep with my phone on 'silence'. That way it doesn't wake me up when I get texts at god awful hours like 8:30am. I will never do this again.
I woke up this morning and reached for me phone and it was ringing. It was some strange (808) number. I answered. It was Glen (my dad). Saying to get my butt to MAUI asap. Yes a surprise trip to MAUI.
Yeah, I jumped outta bed so fast, I got whiplash. I was shaking and couldn't think straight.
For some reason in my just-woken haze, I started throwing stuff in my book bag and thinking I had to get home to pack. I must be leaving immediately.
I phone Dad's travel agent and she got me a flight for the weekend. Yeah I leave Sunday for MAUI.
I can hear it playing in my head "I'm in Maui, trick, Drink all day, play all night, let's get it poppin', I'm in Maui trick"
I won't drink much cuz I want to enjoy my trip and I have no idea what "let's get it poppin'" means. But as of Sunday, I'm in MAUI trick.
I woke up this morning and reached for me phone and it was ringing. It was some strange (808) number. I answered. It was Glen (my dad). Saying to get my butt to MAUI asap. Yes a surprise trip to MAUI.
Yeah, I jumped outta bed so fast, I got whiplash. I was shaking and couldn't think straight.
For some reason in my just-woken haze, I started throwing stuff in my book bag and thinking I had to get home to pack. I must be leaving immediately.
I phone Dad's travel agent and she got me a flight for the weekend. Yeah I leave Sunday for MAUI.
I can hear it playing in my head "I'm in Maui, trick, Drink all day, play all night, let's get it poppin', I'm in Maui trick"
I won't drink much cuz I want to enjoy my trip and I have no idea what "let's get it poppin'" means. But as of Sunday, I'm in MAUI trick.
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