Boo-Bear...

I swear my youngest has tried every excuse in the book not to get up for school in the morning. Sore throats...fevers....stomach aches....headaches....earaches......bad dreams......no sleep......AUGH!!!! Every morning she tries to stay in bed. Now once I get her out of her cocoon of happiness she starts singing and hopping around and then everyone yells at her to "be quiet already!!" I hole myself in my room, read blogs and drink coffee. She passes through here every 5 minutes to make sure my blood pressure is doing a steady rise and when I finally yell..."WILL YOU GET READY FOR THE LOVE OF PETE!!!" then her job is done and she can leave for school a happy camper. This is why I have taken up drinking at 8am.
Don't judge me.
I am hanging on to my mornings by a thread.
sigh.
Did I say sigh already???
heehee

Leavin' on a jet plane....

Our time here in Korea is coming to an end. We are due to leave sometime in July. It has caused a little ummmmm shall I say stress because we still didn't know where we were going. The Air Force, at times, has a wicked sense of humor and we knew that we could be sent anywhere. The hubby put in for a couple of bases..one a couple of hours from the rents' and one in Oklahoma City. Then we waited...and waited. While I was at my moms he said to me that he should've put in for Ohio but that it was to late now. Imagine our surprise when he gets a call from his boss telling him he got a killer! job in Ohio! Yep folks, we are headed to Ohio. Only 5 (at the most) hours from my mom and dad. The base is beautiful. There is a fabric store to die for close by. There are malls. The sun shines there and birds sing all while Telletubbies dance and frolic nearby. To say the Capt is excited about the job would be an understatement of huge proportions. He didn't sleep a wink last night and we still have a couple of months to go. Ohio! Killer job! Fabric!! Now the hard part. Going through all of our stuff to get ready for packers that will be here in a month or so....figuring out which stuff should go first. See when you are overseas your stuff goes in waves. First the stuff you will need right away. Like towels, dishes, bedding. Then the packers come and put the rest of your stuff in big crates. And we have to ship the van so it will be waiting for us when we land in the good ole' US of A. All in all it takes two months from the time our things leave here til it all gets to the States. I am also "girding my loins" for the plane trip back. I am taking the girls and the pets with me and heading to my mom and dads. Stress thy name is Getting Two Pets Boarded On A Plane And Then Going Through Customs.

So we are headed to Ohio. Be kind to us Ohio. We are so very excited to meet you. Oh, and ladies who live there, could you please put the coffee on and bake a little sumpin sumpin?? I am very excited to be making you acquaintance soon and hope you are as well. Let's be friends, shall we. :)
Ohio!!! WHOOOOPIE!!

Trailer Trash....

So you all know we call the base I live on the ghetto.(we do say it with a smile though ya'll) Seeing 5 trash bins overflowing with trash and diapers on the ground next to them will do that to ya. Hearing moms scream at their kids from the 4th floor window while said kid is at the park across the street will do that to ya. Plus they never mow the grass in this god-for-saken place. I mean I'm just sayin! So this morning when Boo-Bear was being made to go to school after a good cry cause she may or may not be facing a little girl on girl drama I went to the balcony and yelled down...."you tell those girls don't make me come to school and open up a can of whoop a$$ on em!" Boo-Bear froze. I froze. Who the heck have I turned into?? Oh yeah, Wanda White Trash. Boo Bear and her posse' turned to stare up at me in horror and I may or may not have ducked down so they could all pretend they heard a ghost...that there was no way it could've been me. Then I slunk back inside and fixed my leopard print g-string, scratched at the pink curlers in my hair, took a swig of ma' beer and watched me a little o'that there Opreee.

the Ya-Ya's

Now if you have read this little blog of mine for any amount of time you have heard me speak of my group of girlfriends called the Ya-Ya's. This is a post all about them. See, I was in the States for a number of weeks taking care of "The Pa" and I missed them. A lot. A whole lot. I am a girl who needs her girlfriends and I've been truly blessed over the years to have found some of the very best the universe has to offer. Here in Korea I have my Ya-Ya's. What's a Ya-Ya and how do you find some of your own you ask?? Weeeeeellll sister girl let me tell ya! First I must introduce you to mine.

First we have the multi-talented Walker Jen. She is the one you want with you if you have a nation to explore....crazy food to eat...secrets to share....kids to talk over....movies to watch.....and trips to take.

She is the one I want with me when it's time to get our boogie on. (That handsome guy to her right is her hubby, Walker Rob)

She is also the one I want with me when it is time to spend some of this!!

It also doesn't hurt that she has one of the cutest kiddos in the universe!

She was the first person I met when we moved here and when she asked if I wanted to explore Korea I knew I'd found a winner. She will try anything and do anything...more importantly she is the keeper of many of my secrets. Love ya girlfriend!!!

Next up we have this gorgeous creature......This faithful readers is our very own Walker Leigh...ummm Leigh, this is the only picture I have of you!!! We must rectify that soon!!! I feel a girls weekend coming! hahaha

Our Leigh is the one who keeps us organized. Need to find out why the cable is out?? Call Leigh. Need to know how to get to Australia and the cheapest rate?? Leigh. Need someone who will always have your back and never let you down AND will fight to the death for you?? Yep. Leigh. She also makes a mean cosmo and can cook like no body's business...but keep your hands off. Leigh is ours and we ain't sharin! She will keep our secrets til her last breath and she is fiercly protective of us all. We wouldn't be us without her.

Last but not least we have our very own Paig-ee from the 5th floor....

This girl is fun. She loves to laugh and tell a good story. Every group of Ya-Ya's needs a good Southern Gal around to keep things interesting. I believe it was she who came up with the name Ya-Ya in the first place...we even have a sign. Yes universe...we are nerds, why do you ask??

I do have a couple of pictures of Paig-ee but in the interest of keeping her mother Ms. Becky from calling me and asking why...oh why....I decided not to put them on here. Kisses Ms. Becky!!!!

Our Paig-ee is a keeper. She is the one who introduced me to the wonders of Long John Silvers. For that I will always love her...my thighs, not so much. She has style. She has grace. Oh, and did I mention she adopted a kiddo a while ago. Yeah. Our Paig-ee is busy!!
Where do I fit in with all of them. Well, not to sure. I am just thankful they let me hang out with em! They make me laugh. They hold my hand when I feel full of tears. They took care of my family when I had to go to the States. I would do anything for them and love them immensely. Now, how do you find your own Ya-Ya's?? Fist off you allow yourself time to find the right ones. They usually don't all come together. You may find them one by one. Find a couple of girlfriends who make you feel good about yourself. With all your many quirks. Find a couple of girls you can get in a little trouble with...shop with...tell secrets with ( and find some that don't tell your secrets!!!) A good Ya-Ya will stand by you when you feel all alone. She will not like someone just cause they hurt your feelings. She will like your kiddos even when they are being unlikable. She will refrain from calling your hubby a doo-doo-stinky-head, even when he is being one. Make sure when you find those special girls that you appreciate them. Love them for who they are and not who you think they should be. Letting a person be "just" themselves keeps life interesting and maybe, just maybe, if you're lucky...you just might learn a little sumpin-sumpin from them.

Now, dust off your favorite pair of jeans. Get all the fixins for a delish-i-us cosmo.....or three. :) Light some candles. AND CALL SOME OF YOUR BUDDYS!! Tell them it will be the first night of many for the "SISTERHOOD OF THE YA-YA'S" Have fun!!! Laugh!!! Enjoy being women together. And when they go home....late late in the night.......say a quiet thank you to the good Lord above for each and every one of them.

I LOVE YOU YA-YA'S!!!

To whom it may concern...a letter

Dear Person Who Lives In The building Next To Mine,
I do not like your dog. Nope. N. O. Not at all. I also need to tell you that I lunged half of my body off our balcony trying to figure out what window I heard that little monster barking from so I could shoot hate daggers at it. ANNNNND I almost fell out. I was really not happy when that happened.
Your little "sweetie" barks from 10-3 every day. Do you really not know this???? How can you not???? What can we do about this situation?? Help me to help you. What do you need from me? A kidney?? I will gladly give you one. Just please, for the love of all things holy, make the barking stop. Just now, while I am typing this the little s!#t has started up again and it is after 5! I will gladly give you one of my children if you would just get rid of it. You obviously don't have time for a dog...kids are easier! (evil laugh)
Just please..sob...I am begging you!! Please make it stop!!! Make the barking stop!!!
dawn

My Trip Home

I made it back home...safe and sound where I belong. It was a loooooooooooooooong trip back!! I don't think the airline read my last post cause the trip was pretty eventful. It started at 2 in the morning. I was excited and couldn't sleep so I watched TV til it was time to get up. We headed to the airport about 2 and a half hours before my flight was schedule to depart. The Rents' dropped me off and we were all pretty happy that my airline ticket counter looked empty. We thought I would just scuttle on in there and sign in. Ahahaaha how cute were we. I dragged a zillion pounds of luggage to the counter to be told I was in the wrong place. I had to leave the building and go down two more buildings. uhhhhkay. No problem. I get to the other building, walk in and look at all of America trying to get on a plane. The place was wall to wall people. Anyone ever fly out of O'Hare?? The day after a big snow that stranded people...and it was the first day of spring break....and the day before Easter?? Feeling my pain?? I waited in line for 30 minutes to be told that I was, again, in the wrong place. I ran to the other line and waited for around 45 minutes. Got signed in and went to security where I waited in line for about an hour. It was crazy in there!!! I finally make it to my plane, board and get my books all situated only to be told that we are going to be sitting on the tarmac for awhile. Sigh.
This is the place in my story where I ask why. Why man who sat in front of me...why did you have to recline your seat all the way back. Why. It was early. You didn't need a nap. Oh, and when I jabbed the seat with my knee cause by then I had hate in my soul for you...yeah, sorry bout that.
I reach San Fransisco for more waiting in line and taking off of the shoes to look for bombs, get a little something to eat and board the plane. It was a nice plane. United is a class act! I had leg room. I had elbow room and I had 4 movies at my disposal to watch at my leisure. Watched No Country For Old Men....why did it have to end like that?? Watched Elizabeth. Watched an episode of Grey's Anatomy and maybe, just maybe, had a couple of tears go astray. Finally...after about 34 hours of waiting and TV watching and waiting and flying and a man pretending that we were traveling together so he could cut in line, ( I actually let him cause I thought that he was pretty ballsy to even try it! hahahahaha Viva la Americans!!) I reached Seoul and the hubby. I was home.
Now I have a bit of jet lag but it's good to be home. I had a great time in Chi-town with my mom and dad. Ate my way from one end of that town to the other. Read...wait for it...42 books (yes, again, I am a freak) and saw some cousins I hadn't seen in over 10 years. But now good people I am home. My dog hasn't stopped looking at me and sighing. The hubby can't sneeze without me standing in his face cause I missed him. My kids are even at peace and one with the universe. I'm home. Home sweet home.

going home soon...

My time here at the rents' house is coming to an end soon. I leave in a couple of days. Back to wonderful Korea (heehee) and my own family...who I miss more then you all know. It has been a really good visit. I gotta tell ya that nothing makes you feel better then being able to give a little something back to two people who have been there for me through the "thick and the thin of life with Dawn." I've been able to make a couple of dinner, do some dishes, a couple of loads of laundry, vacuum, play with the dog and do any other things my dad can think of while he is directing me from his comfy arm chair. He and I have been to the bookstore so often they now know our names, we've gone into some "men" stores so he can soak up some testosterone and he even took me to Joann's yesterday to buy me whatever I looked at for longer then a second. Love that man!! (didn't let him buy anything...told him I loved him for more then his money :) ) So in lieu of my departing this fair city soon I have a request to my fellow travelers....ahem...

Dear Fellow Travelers,
My name is Dawn and I will be flying with you. Could you please not sit next to me if you are a complainer or if you are someone armed with 7 bazillion business cards and you think I am the spokesperson for all of Korea. I am not. They only pretend that I am cause they are afraid I will blog about them. Could someone make sure my food is cooked all they way through??! Oh, and could you please start working on my airline TV right now so it will be programmed and ready to roll as soon as I sit down. AAAANNNNDDDD speaking of sitting down...I have eaten my way through all of Chicago and I may need to have two seats. To the airline...you may want to think of that and have them ready. On second thought I have had three (count em!! three) hot beefs at Portillos so I may need a whole isle to myself. Why don't we cut through all the red tape and just bump me up to business class. I am a businessy class kinda girl deep down in my soul and would really like to be treated as such. I just don't have businessy class kinda money so someone out there may need to see me, be enamoured of my witty partay and give up their seat. It would be very kind of you if you would. Also, I don't like to wait for an hour to use the potty and then have to go after a 600 pound man has been in there for said hour so you could designate one bathroom strictly for me?? I don't think that is to much to ask for considering the price of an airline ticket these days. And while I am thinking about it...any crazy terrorist out there who is thinking of going down in a blaze of glory...could you wait until next week?? This week is really not good for me. No blazes of glory please.
There, that is pretty much all I can think of. Thank you for considering all of my wants and needs.
Signed,
Dawn...the totally not high maintenance traveler.

heehee

Begorrah...

Okay, I'm here in Elmhurst as you all well know..and I'm helping to take care of my Da in his hour of need. What you don't know is that Elmhurst is the land of the wee' little people. What that means is that everyone here is Irish. Not only Irish but Catholic to boot. I went to my Uncle's house the other day because they were having a St. Paddy's day party. What do you have at a St. Paddy's day party??? Why beer of course. As we were driving to his house I noticed that every bar was spilling out people. They couldn't hold them all in! There were tents...there were parades...green was everywhere!! It made me feel a little funny...it made me feel like...........shouting. Yep. And not just any ole thing either. No. It had to be Irish things. I am proudly 1/4th Irish. This was my day. The day of my ancestors! I felt them whelling up inside me. By the time we got to my Uncle's house the party was in full swing. I reconnected with cousins I hadn't seen in over ten years. Everytime someone came up to say hi I had to stuff the urge to grab them, clap them on the back and yell..."Jesus Mary and Joseph it's good ta see ya!" hahaha All in all a good day. So in keeping with an ole' Irish tradition here is a joke for you......

An Irishman, an Englishman and a Scotsman go into a pub. Each orders a pint of Guinness. Just as the bartender hands them over, three flies buzz down and land-- one, two, three-- in each of the pints.

The Englishman looks disgusted, pushes his pint away and demands another... the Scotsman picks out the fly, shrugs, and takes a long swallow.

The Irishman reaches in to the glass, grabs the fly between his fingers and shakes him as hard as he can, shouting 'Spit it out, ya bloody bastard! Spit it out!

hahahahah snort snort hahahahahaha

giggle

My Daddy!!

Here is my cuter then life Daddy. Isn't he looking good!!! The past couple of weeks that I've been home and helping out have been wonderful. During the day it's just me and him while my mom is at work. :)

















Speaking of my mom...here she is! Is she a cutie or what?!?!?!?!!!!

Reading...

Every other day I take my dad out to a bookstore. He buys me a coffee (yep, I'm a cheap date) and then we get a stack of books and magazines for him. We find a nice comfy chair, get him all settled and then I get to peruse all the books. I love a good bookstore!! Love love love one! The other day I decided to go light. I found a Baby Blues comic book and sat next to my dad, coffee in hand and preceeded to read. I got engrossed in my Great American Novel and started to giggle a little bit. When I realized what I was doing I looked up. There was a guy sitting a little ways away from me and he was staring. I smiled at him...just knowing he was a comic book fan like myself. He raised his eyebrows at my choice of reading material and then looked at his own. Man oh man...that guy needs some fun in his life. His book was a thick stuffy something or other about money. He was feeling superior. He knew, just by looking at my Baby Blues that he was better then me. I lifted my coffee cup in a sort of toast, smiled and then went back to reading...happily. I should've stuck my tongue out at him! That would've shown him who was more mature!!! hahahahahahahahaha There is always a time and a place for a good novel or a classic or a self help book...even a money matters book. But life is short. Grab a good comic and laugh out loud! You'll feel better for it. :)

confession is good for the soul...

Oh Boy. Oh my goodness. Can I just tell you that there is no place like home! I have been in the U-S-of-A for a week now and I feel like I've eaten from one end to the other. I can't help myself! I don't to much care for Korean food and I didn't realize how starved my soul was until the trip to Walgreens. Walgreens has Snaps. It has Snaps and Ju-Ju-Bees. I love me some Snaps and Ju-Ju-Bees! And Panini is here. And real fruit. I loves me some Panini and real fruit. Oh, and let us not forget the bagels from Einsteins!! And the de-li-sous apple tart thingie at the bookstore that I had to have cause I didn't want to hurt anyone's feelings...I need to spread my taste buds around don't ya know.
Do you want to know some of the things I have consumed?? Do you?? Let me start a list...

Ju-Ju-Bees - 3 boxes
Snaps - 2 bags (would've been three bags but my stinky-fied brother took one)
Ice Cream - twice
a Mozzarella, Chicken and tomato Panini
A Bagel from Einstein's Bagels (yes, it was slathered with yummy cream cheese)
grapes - a vine full
Bazooka Gum - 6 trillion pieces
A fabo' wonderfully sinful apple tart thingie (the guy at the counter had the nerve to ask me if I wanted whip cream on that...I may have grabbed him by the tie and told him in no uncertain terms that I was a woman starved for American calories and he'd better lay some on there pe-ron-to!)

burp. Scuse' me.

I have eaten and declared it good. I am now off to run a bazillion miles so I can fit into my small airline seat a week from now.
Adios!!

Feeling 12 again!

This week I've been home alone with my dad during the day while my mom is at work.
We are alone.
My dad is feeling large and in charge. He can't do a whole lot since he, you know, had "cancer" and all. It's not stopping him from bossing me around, let me tell ya!! Even with a treach in he can still find his voice to tell me when I need to do a load of laundry or when I've missed a spot while vacuuming. I am feeling 12 again and saying "yes sir" quite a bit! hahahahaha Yesterday, after he snapped his fingers at me to get my attention, I told him...in my sweetest voice, that the next time I had to give him a feeding.....I was gonna stick some codeine in his feeding tube! :) That'll teach him to snap his fingers at me!!!!! Nobody tells me what to do!!! Oops..gotta go...my mom is calling...I have to move furniture...but still Nobody tells me what to do!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Gotta go before I get in trouble!! hahahahahahaha (I may stick some codeine in her coffee too!!!) hahahaha
dawn

Treacheotomy 101

So you all know that my dad had surgery for throat cancer. He is home and doing just fine but he has these tubes sticking out of him. He has one in his throat. He has to keep it there until all further treatment has been completed. We have to keep it swabed and gauzed. I found out that I am not cut out to be a nurse. Today I had to clean it up a bit and he flinched and cleanched his fist. I about lost it. I jumped back and looked at him all wild. I asked him if I hurt him and sounded out of breath even to my ears. He gave me this look like "God help me if she is the one to take care of me in my old age!!!: and said "Honey, I just had my staples taken out and I'm a little bit sore."

Oh, right. 40 plus staples will do that to ya.

Wally World

Guess where I went tonight?????? Guess!!! I. Went.To.Walmart!! I haven't been in a Walmart in almost two years. I was so happy when I went in there I just about burst open. What to buy????! They actually had bras in my size!!! Whoppeeeeee!!!!

I have been to the mountain top.
I am complete.

Tomorrow....a meme that I was tagged for. Sigh...and maybe more about Walmart.

hurray!!

So, since my dad and I are so bored we want to stab ourselves with a hot poker, my mom has decided that she will take me to the library.

A real live library!!!!!

My joy knows no bounds!!! I am someone who can read a book in a little over an hour. Yes. I am a freak of nature. I devour them and love nothing more then to read a day away. Our library in Korea is ummmmmmm how shall I say this....it sucks. There. I said it. It is just so wrong. There just aren't a lot of books. I keep looking at the clock, waiting for my mom to come home from work, so that she can take me to the library. My heart is all a-flutter. I think I feel an ode coming on.....

Ode to a library...

Oh library,
How I love you so.
Much more then Larry,
Curly,
or Moe.
Oh library,
I cannot wait to enter into your hallowed halls.
I want to run and jump for joy
And maybe run up your walls.
As you can see I need you....
Because my ode doeth stinketh

And folks, that's all I could come up with...I gotta go. My mom will be here soon and the slave-driver hahahahaha did I write that?? I meant that lovely little woman who birthed me..she will be expecting the rug to be vacuumed and another load of laundry to be done and on and on and on and on....heeheehee just kidding!!!
dawn

Things I did before 10am...

So I've got me some jet lag. Seriously. I woke up at 2am today, hungry. I wanted an egg salad sandwich and I wanted it bad. I tip toed to the fridge and tried to open it without making any noise. My dad is sleeping in the guest room down the hallway and he'd finally fallen asleep. I didn't want to wake him. Every step I took made a squeak so I went back to the couch and tried to dream about the long arm sewing machine that I need. :) My mom woke up at 5..got dressed and headed out to work by 6:30. I am here alone looking after my dad. I am responsible for giving him some medicine and feeding him....all in a tube. God help the poor man. The first obstacle went relatively well. I flushed his tube and then gave him his medicine. I rinsed out his "sucky" machine, gagged, felt sorry for him, felt really sorry for me, then did a load of laundry, cleaned the bathroom, did some dishes, had the egg salad sandwhich, washed the kitchen floor, aaaaand came back to help my dad with his feeding tube. When you do this you have to fill a fat plastic syringe with water and flush it. You have to make sure that there is no air bubble in there. I maaaaaay have squirted water all over him trying to get the air bubble out. We maaaaaay have laughed about that. After you flush the feeding tube you hook him up to another tube and in goes this formula stuff. He looked a little worried when I started to get that all set up. :) Thankfully all went well and he is sound asleep in his easy chair with a blanket.
Oh, what's the sucky machine you ask?? It's this small box thingie with a hose like a dentist uses. He has to keep his lungs clear and uses this sucky thing. It is soooooooooooooo not enjoyable for him but I gotta tell ya, he's a trouper!
I just checked on him, he is sound asleep still with the TV on full blast. hahahahaha! Gotta love that man! I'm off for a nap.
Bye everyone!

First trip out...

I went on an excursion today folks!!! After I got all cutie-fied my dad and I went for a walk. He is trying to build up his muscles since he is so weak. We walked 1/8th of a block and came home. It was a good first walk!!! Go daddy!! Then my bro-hamie and I went to a wonderful place!!! A BOOKSTORE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! An honest to goodness, God Bless the US of A bookstore!!! Oh boy did I shop!! Everything was in English. There were isles and isles of books and the isles and isles of magazines. Borders will be showing a rise in their stock tomorrow thanks to me!! hahahahaha I bought three books and 6 magazines. hehehehehehehehehe Quilt magazines!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Also two woodworking ones for my pa. I think I giggled madly and I may have talked to myself while I was in there. I couldn't keep the happiness contained!
While we were out getting lunch (a hot beef at Portillo's thank you very much) my brother and I heard an explosion. It was so loud it rocked his car. We looked around so I could blog about whatever building blew apart but couldn't find anything. It is the great Illinois mystery.

All in all it was a really good day. I'm tired now so I think I'll say goodnight.
Nite everyone!!
p.s........To Colleen....good luck to you and your son on Tuesday!!! I'll be sending some Feng-Schway and prayers your way!! GO GET EM EH'!!!!!!! (That's Canadian for kick their behinnies!!)

My trip and why I will never fly "THAT" airline again!!!

Oh boy! The trip home to visit my dad yesterday was a doozy!! A Doo-ZEE!!! Where do I even start?!?!?! I had the Capt take me to the bus terminal at 9am. I was so worried about the 4 hour bus ride to the airport that I wanted to make sure I got there in plenty of time. The bus was wonderful! It had two seats on one side and one big seat on the other. The seats reclined. They were soft. It was really a nice ride. The bus only had a couple of people on there so I slept the whole way. When I got to Inchon I had a 4 hour wait. I read a book, had a Jamba Juice, walked around, got in people's buz-niss. Just generally enjoyed myself. Then it was time to board. I had a great seat. All was well. I sat in the front, with an empty seat between me and a lady. Oh boy, the lady. She was such a complainer!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! And a talker!! The airplane is not a place for conversation between strangers. I don't want to go to the school I work for (and yes I am aware that me working is an oxymoron) and be your spokesperson for the math books you've written. She also got mad at the people around us. The place where we sat was in the front of the airplane. By a wall. We were the way people walked when they had to go to the bathroom. People went to the bathroom a lot. A. Lot. Did I say a lot?? It was a 12 hour flight. With a bunch of people over 60. Lotta bathroom breaks. No big deal. Just move your feel off of the wall in front of you and let them pass. It's not their fault. Did my seat partner feel this way?? Nope. She yelled at a lady when she decided she'd had enough interruptions. I wanted to die. I wanted to announce to the entire plan that I was in no way connected with this woman and that I loved them all and could we just sing Kum-By-Ya'll My Lord and go on with life??!! She turned to me to validate her anger...like we were "together" in this. I looked at the ceiling and whistled. She was on her own. People get angry on long flights and if anyone was going to yell "let's roll!" and attack her I wanted no part in it! Another thing that ticked her off was that the tv's in our row were broken. Every three minutes it would change from video to audio. Then our food was undercooked. It was a party plane, let me tell ya. After I got off the "ride of joy" it was on to a two hour layover in Seattle. And customs. Let us not forget customs. Oh, and taking everything off so that security can see you aren't loaded with explosives. Actually, I liked that part..it made me feel safe. The couple in front of me took umbrage with it thought. I had to explain I wasn't with them either. I am all about love peace and harmony...can I go to my next flight please. I did have to walk around a full 10 minutes to find someone who could take time out of their busy life and explain how to get to level D. I was on level S. Got a little lost there..heeheehee
I found level D after a 30 minute search, bought the Oprah magazine so that I could get instruction on "how to live my best life ever" and waited an hour to board. Theeeeen I get to Chicago. 24 HOURS TOTAL TRAVELING TIME and I may have been a teeny bit cranky and maybe just a wee bit tired. I go to get my luggage....you so know where this is going!! hahahaha
lost.
the lost my luggage.
I may have had a tear. I may have had three actually and then felt very sorry for myself. I waited for 30 minutes to see if someone was playing a crazy airline joke on me. No dice. They were gone. Then I ran outside to find my parents and tell them I had to fill out a claims form. No parents. Anywhere. I may have felt sorry for myself again cause it was a really cold 0 degrees outside. Finally they drive up. My dad is white as a sheet cause he'd had a hard day. I felt so bad telling them I had to go back in the airport to fill out a form. As they circled around I went back inside. People looked at me then moved outta my way. I meant business. I'd endured all I could endure. I was tired. I was hungry. I was cold. I had to get in line. A bunch of bags didn't make the flight. I was small potatoes compared to the young family of 4 who had been traveling all day..with small kiddos...and they'd lost all of their stuff. Sigh.
We got to my parents house, got my dad all settled again, I took a sleeping pill, had a sandwich and a well deserved beer (Miller Light), forgot I had taken a sleeping pill and probably shouldn't have mixed it with the well deserved beer, laid down in bed, forgot where I was, got the giggles then fell asleep.
This morning I woke up feeling feisty and ready to visit. My bags showed up two hours ago. I'm all sparkly clean. :) Happy days!!
That was my trip in a nutshell. I gotta tell ya, if you ever get the chance to fly Asiana...don't do it!!!! It was really a rough flight. Stuff didn't work, food was awful, the list goes on and on. I am sooooo gonna write to them and tell them they are going on the blog as a cruddy air line. Hey, you think they may bump me up to business class when I go home??? Hmmmmmmmmm that may make me feel better! hahahahahaha
Okay, gotta go. My brother and I are headed out to a bookstore. A real bookstore!! With books written in English!! Yippee!!! Bye everyone!
D-Money