Tuesday, July 28, 2009
Brother and family came for a visit
My brother, Doug, and his wife, Shelli, adopted 5 siblings five years ago. Personally I think they're crazy but also should be commended. The kids are doing well; they have their challenges but have settled in. The week they visited we watched my brother and nephew, Douglas, waterski in a Regional competition and went to the mountains for a picnic. On their last day here, we hung out at my pool for a while and then went to lunch at a local bar and grill. The host put us in the back of the restaurant - very smart host!
New Roomie!
Tuesday, June 02, 2009
Sunday, May 03, 2009
Airline Jeopardy
Answer: What is "Two."
Question: How many days does it take an airline employee to get to Paris, France?


Felt like the old days when I had no seniority whatsoever. The original plan for Mum, Jerry and me was DEN-SFO (overnight) and then SFO-FRA on the 747 with the new First and Business class seats. Mum would stay in Frankfurt and continue on to Coburg to Uncle Dave's while Jerry and I would get on a Lufthansa flight to Paris. Simple enough, right?
The revised plan turned out to be Denver-Boston on Sunday (overnight), Boston-Washington at 0600 (need I say, OUCH!) on Monday where we spent the day in the airport and stood by for the three flights to FRA and didn't get close. So we overnighted at a lovely Sheraton near the airport and met a cool guy in the bar - shoulda got his number! - then spent the day at the lovely Reston Town Center mall.
We shuttled to the airport at 3 p.m. and made the 5:08 p.m. to Frankfurt, in First Class, no less! Lovely flight, of course, and once in Frankfurt, Mum went off to get the rental car and drive to Uncle Dave's while Jerry and I moseyed over to Lufthansa, checked in and got on the flight to Paris. It's only a 45-minute flight and we got a sandwich, a candy bar and a drink! In the States you'd be lucky to get half-a-can of soda and some pretzels.
So enough of the travel drama. We arrived Charles de Gaulle airport about 1 p.m., got a cab and were on our way to our lovely hotel. What a fabulous city and what a wonderful 3 days we had. I'm goin' back! Enjoy the pictures!
Question: How many days does it take an airline employee to get to Paris, France?
Felt like the old days when I had no seniority whatsoever. The original plan for Mum, Jerry and me was DEN-SFO (overnight) and then SFO-FRA on the 747 with the new First and Business class seats. Mum would stay in Frankfurt and continue on to Coburg to Uncle Dave's while Jerry and I would get on a Lufthansa flight to Paris. Simple enough, right?
The revised plan turned out to be Denver-Boston on Sunday (overnight), Boston-Washington at 0600 (need I say, OUCH!) on Monday where we spent the day in the airport and stood by for the three flights to FRA and didn't get close. So we overnighted at a lovely Sheraton near the airport and met a cool guy in the bar - shoulda got his number! - then spent the day at the lovely Reston Town Center mall.
We shuttled to the airport at 3 p.m. and made the 5:08 p.m. to Frankfurt, in First Class, no less! Lovely flight, of course, and once in Frankfurt, Mum went off to get the rental car and drive to Uncle Dave's while Jerry and I moseyed over to Lufthansa, checked in and got on the flight to Paris. It's only a 45-minute flight and we got a sandwich, a candy bar and a drink! In the States you'd be lucky to get half-a-can of soda and some pretzels.
So enough of the travel drama. We arrived Charles de Gaulle airport about 1 p.m., got a cab and were on our way to our lovely hotel. What a fabulous city and what a wonderful 3 days we had. I'm goin' back! Enjoy the pictures!
Friday, March 13, 2009
Reunions 2008/2009
This must be the year for reunions. I've just had lunch with a friend of mine from high school. Shelly and I were inseparable during our junior and senior years (or was it our senior year?). I forget. She used to live at the Van Vleet Arabian Stud in Boulder, Colorado. Her father worked there for Mr. Van Vleet (whom I have never met). I always liked visiting but I didn't like leaving at 10, 11 or 12 p.m., whatever my curfew was at the time. I had to drive through open fields and then make sure to close the gate at the end of the drive. Well, who knew if there were werewolves or killers out there - I didn't want to find out which is why I left before Scott so he would have to close the gate. Ha!
I reunited with Scott last year (found him though MySpace). He and Shelly were friends in junior high and high school and I met both of them one night when a group of us went to see "The Rocky Horror Picture Show" at the Boulder Theater. Funny guy, Scott. I will never forget his laugh, very infectious, a cackle really. I haven't seen Scott since before the holidays. He's going through chemotherapy. I keep him in my prayers and hope to see him soon.
An old roommate of mine, Sandra, thought she'd Google me one day and found a picture of me taken in Sydney, Australia in 2001. She and I were roommates for less than a year but it was a good year! She recently visited me and we had a great time.
What a great year it's been for reunions. I'm wondering who will be crawling out of the proverbial woodwork next?
I reunited with Scott last year (found him though MySpace). He and Shelly were friends in junior high and high school and I met both of them one night when a group of us went to see "The Rocky Horror Picture Show" at the Boulder Theater. Funny guy, Scott. I will never forget his laugh, very infectious, a cackle really. I haven't seen Scott since before the holidays. He's going through chemotherapy. I keep him in my prayers and hope to see him soon.
An old roommate of mine, Sandra, thought she'd Google me one day and found a picture of me taken in Sydney, Australia in 2001. She and I were roommates for less than a year but it was a good year! She recently visited me and we had a great time.
What a great year it's been for reunions. I'm wondering who will be crawling out of the proverbial woodwork next?
Tuesday, December 23, 2008
Merry Christmas from little ol' me!
Tuesday, December 02, 2008
Wednesday, November 19, 2008
87... 83... 81....
Can anyone guess what those numbers are? Oh, they're the scores on my 3 algebra tests this semester. I'm so proud and I can't wait for the final! Sarcasm, party of 1, your table's ready.
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