Here we go:
1. What is your most prized possession?
2. What's the TV show you're most looking forward to returning?
3. What new show are you most interested in checking out?
4. Are you excited about the upcoming college football season starting on Saturday?
5. What plans do you have for the holiday weekend?
Thursday, August 31, 2006
Tuesday, August 29, 2006
Monday, August 28, 2006
Mistakes on a Plane
Okay, here we go with our vacation posts. Lots of pictures to follow, but this is a story for the ages.
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So our flight was scheduled to take off last Friday at 6:20pm for a direct flight to LAX. Dave and I had both taken the day off work and did our long run and finished packing. Dad picked us up at 3:30 and dropped us at the airport just before 4:00. There was NOBODY at the airport, and we were able to check in immediately. Even though our flight would get us in around 8:00pm LA time, it would be really late our time so we decided to get some food. We still had plenty of time to eat, get through security, and make it to our gate.
The weather wasn't very cooperative in Columbus last Friday. It was pouring when our flight was supposed to leave. My mom called us to say goodbye and totally jinxed everything when she said, "You know, your flight is going to be delayed because it's raining outside?" I should have known.
We boarded the plane on time and everything seemed to be going well. The captain got on the speaker and said that the windshield wiper was not working, the mechanics were working on it, and we would be leaving momentarily. In the mean time, they would show the movie "RV" to pass the time. We were flying a 737, so the movie screens weren't really watchable. We sat and we sat and we sat and time was getting longer and longer. I checked my watch and it was now an hour and a half since our flight was supposed to take off.
There were many international flyers on the plane and attendants were starting to rearrange flights for people. The captain got back on the loudspeaker and said the part wasn't going to be available until 8:30 and our flight was now scheduled to take off at 9:30. There was another plane we could take, but it was coming in from Atlanta and wouldn't be available until 9:30 either. To make matters worse, the airport was now closed. I was feeling really trapped. I called my mom and my aunt (who was providing us housing on vacation) to let them know the nightmare that was developing.
If only I had known what nightmare it was about to be. I didn't want to be on the plane anymore since we still had another 1-1/2 ahead of us to wait out the plane plus a four hour flight. I made my way to the front of the plane only to realize I needed my boarding pass. I sat down to open my purse to find it and spilled my water in my crotch region. No, no, not my lap. My freakin' crotch! I was wet both front and back from knee to knee! Was I wearing jeans or black pants that would cover it up? NO! I was wearing khakis, which showed everything. And, of course, I didn't have a sweatshirt or an extra shirt to tie around my waist to cover it up. I had my tiny camera bag and my purse. Dave followed right behind me and I put my purse in front of me and I ran off to the bathroom inside the terminal.
This is where it gets really crazy. The bathroom did not have hand dryers. Instead there were automatic paper towel dispensers. Dave got a hoot listening to the sounds of me ripping off tons and tons of towels. I took those towels into the stall and started to pat myself down. The towels quickly soaked up some water, but it wasn't working well enough. So I took off my pants and started blowing hot air on them. I blew and blew until I almost passed out. I can only imagine what other people must have thought I was doing in that stall! I was in there for 15-20 minutes and then decided it was safe to come out. The wetness was still there, but it was definitely better.
We sat in the terminal until around 9:00 and then they called us to board again. At Columbus's airport they do random searches at the gate also and the woman in front of us got her purse searched. The security person asked her if she had anything sharp in her bag that would poke him. She kind of looked at him quizically, obviously not understanding the language. He asked her again, this time gesturing with a finger poking him in his palm. She smiled and nodded and said "yes." He kind of smiled and laughed and knew she had no idea what he said.
Our plane finally took off at 10:00. You would think this would be the end of the story....
We arrived in LA around 11:30. I called my aunt to let her know we had arrived and that we still needed to get our luggage, pick up our rental car, and drive the hour down to Dana Point. We got our luggage and picked up our rental car after midnight. We drove south about an hour and finally reached Dana Point. We had no trouble finding the complex the condo was in, but we discovered we only had the building address and not the actual condo number. My aunt had told me she left the key under the doormat so I started looking under mats with the light of my cell phone to guide me. I got around to the backside of the condo and a woman was sitting on the adjacent steps smoking a cigarette. Crap! It was now 2:00am and we had been up for about 23 hours straight. I decided to call my dad since he would be getting up soon to go running. Of course, he didn't have the address. So I had to call my aunt and wake up her and ask her what the number was. Finally, we were in the condo around 2:30am.
We were STARVING, so we found a microwavable ravioli, heated it up, and shared it while standing over the kitchen sink. Classy! Finally we went to bed to start our adventures on Saturday.
To be continued....
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So our flight was scheduled to take off last Friday at 6:20pm for a direct flight to LAX. Dave and I had both taken the day off work and did our long run and finished packing. Dad picked us up at 3:30 and dropped us at the airport just before 4:00. There was NOBODY at the airport, and we were able to check in immediately. Even though our flight would get us in around 8:00pm LA time, it would be really late our time so we decided to get some food. We still had plenty of time to eat, get through security, and make it to our gate.
The weather wasn't very cooperative in Columbus last Friday. It was pouring when our flight was supposed to leave. My mom called us to say goodbye and totally jinxed everything when she said, "You know, your flight is going to be delayed because it's raining outside?" I should have known.
We boarded the plane on time and everything seemed to be going well. The captain got on the speaker and said that the windshield wiper was not working, the mechanics were working on it, and we would be leaving momentarily. In the mean time, they would show the movie "RV" to pass the time. We were flying a 737, so the movie screens weren't really watchable. We sat and we sat and we sat and time was getting longer and longer. I checked my watch and it was now an hour and a half since our flight was supposed to take off.
There were many international flyers on the plane and attendants were starting to rearrange flights for people. The captain got back on the loudspeaker and said the part wasn't going to be available until 8:30 and our flight was now scheduled to take off at 9:30. There was another plane we could take, but it was coming in from Atlanta and wouldn't be available until 9:30 either. To make matters worse, the airport was now closed. I was feeling really trapped. I called my mom and my aunt (who was providing us housing on vacation) to let them know the nightmare that was developing.
If only I had known what nightmare it was about to be. I didn't want to be on the plane anymore since we still had another 1-1/2 ahead of us to wait out the plane plus a four hour flight. I made my way to the front of the plane only to realize I needed my boarding pass. I sat down to open my purse to find it and spilled my water in my crotch region. No, no, not my lap. My freakin' crotch! I was wet both front and back from knee to knee! Was I wearing jeans or black pants that would cover it up? NO! I was wearing khakis, which showed everything. And, of course, I didn't have a sweatshirt or an extra shirt to tie around my waist to cover it up. I had my tiny camera bag and my purse. Dave followed right behind me and I put my purse in front of me and I ran off to the bathroom inside the terminal.
This is where it gets really crazy. The bathroom did not have hand dryers. Instead there were automatic paper towel dispensers. Dave got a hoot listening to the sounds of me ripping off tons and tons of towels. I took those towels into the stall and started to pat myself down. The towels quickly soaked up some water, but it wasn't working well enough. So I took off my pants and started blowing hot air on them. I blew and blew until I almost passed out. I can only imagine what other people must have thought I was doing in that stall! I was in there for 15-20 minutes and then decided it was safe to come out. The wetness was still there, but it was definitely better.
We sat in the terminal until around 9:00 and then they called us to board again. At Columbus's airport they do random searches at the gate also and the woman in front of us got her purse searched. The security person asked her if she had anything sharp in her bag that would poke him. She kind of looked at him quizically, obviously not understanding the language. He asked her again, this time gesturing with a finger poking him in his palm. She smiled and nodded and said "yes." He kind of smiled and laughed and knew she had no idea what he said.
Our plane finally took off at 10:00. You would think this would be the end of the story....
We arrived in LA around 11:30. I called my aunt to let her know we had arrived and that we still needed to get our luggage, pick up our rental car, and drive the hour down to Dana Point. We got our luggage and picked up our rental car after midnight. We drove south about an hour and finally reached Dana Point. We had no trouble finding the complex the condo was in, but we discovered we only had the building address and not the actual condo number. My aunt had told me she left the key under the doormat so I started looking under mats with the light of my cell phone to guide me. I got around to the backside of the condo and a woman was sitting on the adjacent steps smoking a cigarette. Crap! It was now 2:00am and we had been up for about 23 hours straight. I decided to call my dad since he would be getting up soon to go running. Of course, he didn't have the address. So I had to call my aunt and wake up her and ask her what the number was. Finally, we were in the condo around 2:30am.
We were STARVING, so we found a microwavable ravioli, heated it up, and shared it while standing over the kitchen sink. Classy! Finally we went to bed to start our adventures on Saturday.
To be continued....
Thursday, August 17, 2006
I'm actually creating a post, therefore it must be Thursday
Look at this beautiful sky that I found around 6:30 this morning just outside my front door!First things first....my heartrate monitor is back from the manufacturer and it appears to be working. Check, check.
Vacation starts tomorrow. California here I come!
I did my last physical therapy this morning on my foot. Very painful, but handled it with a smile. Did I mention I'm going on vacation?
So, I know you all watched the finale of "So You Think You Can Dance?" last night, right? I did! I don't know if you all caught this, but was that Danny Pintauro yelling and screaming and cheering his buns off last night in the front row? Was I the only person who saw that?
And now...on with Thursday Thoughts.
1. Do you wear sunblock everyday? If yes, what SPF factor?
2. Do you wear glasses or contacts? If yes, are you near sighted or far sighted?
3. Do you donate to charity or participate in charity work or events? If so, what?
4. If you only had three days left in life, what would do?
5. What is your favorite amusement park? When was the last time you visited? Why do you like it?
Monday, August 14, 2006
Lazy Arse
I'm such a lazy arse! Last week I caught a wicked cold and didn't run from Thursday on. Today I have 8 miles to run and the plan was to do it before work because it's supposed to storm this afternoon and I have to put in extra hours this week because of my vacation starting on Friday (Yay!!!!). And I even planned it well. I slept in my running clothes last night. Ha! But, when the alarm went off at 4:30 I just couldn't get up and reset it to the usual 5:20. Now I have a 10 hour work day planned plus the run after work plus packing plus house cleaning plus grocery shopping. Argh! Come on lazy arse. Help me out!
Thursday, August 10, 2006
Thursday Thoughts
Yeah, I missed the Thursday Thoughts last week. I was pretty busy and I'm running out of intelligent questions. But, I'm back this week so here we go!
1. What's your theory as to what Maurice Clarett was doing with a 1/2 empty bottle of Grey Goose vodka, 4 loaded guns, a hatchet (A HATCHET!), and a bullet proof vest?
2. Which do you prefer, snow skiing or water skiing?
3. Are you a vegetarian or do you eat strictly organic?
4. What's your favorite flavor of Gatorade?
5. What's your favorite race you run every year?
1. What's your theory as to what Maurice Clarett was doing with a 1/2 empty bottle of Grey Goose vodka, 4 loaded guns, a hatchet (A HATCHET!), and a bullet proof vest?
2. Which do you prefer, snow skiing or water skiing?
3. Are you a vegetarian or do you eat strictly organic?
4. What's your favorite flavor of Gatorade?
5. What's your favorite race you run every year?
Wednesday, August 09, 2006
Why Bert, You're Sick!
All summer I was very careful to craft my mileage so that when marathon training began it wouldn't be a huge jump so I wouldn't get injuries or be too tired or whatnot. Every week I ran around 30-35 miles, which I thought was a pretty good base. Last week was the kick-off to Chicago 2006 and I jumped to 44 miles on the week (only becaues I ran a race on Sunday; otherwise it would have been 36 miles). And wouldn't you know, yesterday I caught a cold! That always happens to me when I put more stress on my body! So frustrating! I'm going to try to run through it, though, and just load up on beverages and sleeping. And I'm already seeing the doctor for a follow-up next week on my foot so if it turns into a sinus thing, which is always does, then I'll just ask him to write me a prescription then.
Sorry I've been so infrequent with my posts. I've been very busy both at home and at work. I'm about to go on vacation people! It takes a lot of preparation to go on vacation. :)
Sorry I've been so infrequent with my posts. I've been very busy both at home and at work. I'm about to go on vacation people! It takes a lot of preparation to go on vacation. :)
Monday, August 07, 2006
If you're going to San Diego
Okay, I know that's not the way the song goes. Dave and I are heading out on vacation in a few weeks and we're going to southern California. Officially we're staying in Dana Point, which I believe is close to Laguna and halfway between LA and San Diego. We have a few things planned (Angels game, Joshua Tree National Park, maybe going to see the Rose Bowl), but mostly we've kept our schedule open. We just don't know much about southern California and what we want to see.So tell us, interweb, what's the things to do and see in SoCal?
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