Is it possible to be happy during an overseas flight? Well, not completely, but sometimes you can be less unhappy than other times.
This flight was happier because when we got to the airport and dropped off our luggage, the Delta employee behind the desk informed us that we'd both been upgraded to business class. Nothing helps a nine-hour flight go down easier than an upgrade. Just between you and me, Stace is only a silver elite, so I don't think she really deserved an upgrade (I'm platinum), but the upgrade at least made it easier for me to manage her during the flight. I didn't have to put up with all the usual "Are we there yet?" type of questions, or all the complains about being bored, or any of that kind of stuff. I'm thinking that I should always fly business class with Stace.
The house hunting insanity begins on Monday. Ugh.
Saturday, July 7, 2012
Thursday, July 5, 2012
Best spam ever
I just got the funniest spam message I've ever gotten. It came into my work mailbox, but the tech powers that be had stripped out the links and attachments.
The title of the message was "You Pig!" The body of the message was (original spelling and grammar retained), "You should be stoping ignoring me or i will send this photos to your spouse!!!"
Kids, the moral of the story is that if you want to be immune from blackmailers, including blackmailers who can't spell or use correct grammar, then never put yourself in a position where someone will have compromising photos to send to your spouse.
The title of the message was "You Pig!" The body of the message was (original spelling and grammar retained), "You should be stoping ignoring me or i will send this photos to your spouse!!!"
Kids, the moral of the story is that if you want to be immune from blackmailers, including blackmailers who can't spell or use correct grammar, then never put yourself in a position where someone will have compromising photos to send to your spouse.
Wednesday, July 4, 2012
A Stace story
It's been a while since I told a good Stace story, so here we go.
Stace and I were sitting in the cafeteria having lunch during our cruise. She was wearing an old Minnesota Twins shirt of mine. Now, if you're not an American and you don't know anything about baseball, what are you going to think when you see a woman with the word "TWINS" written across her chest? Stace was telling me that yes, her Austrian friend thought that the word on the shirt referred to the contents of the shirt itself rather than to the baseball team. A lot of foreigners probably make the same assumption.
Anyway, no sooner had Stace finished telling me this story than an older man came up to us and asked, "Are you from Minnesota?"
Dear Reader, you can probably figure out how this man guessed that we were from Minnesota, since we had just finished a conversation about her MINNESOTA TWINS shirt, but not Stace. No, her first question was, "Oh, have you seen me before?" The man seemed a bit baffled by Stace's assumption that everyone in Minnesota knows who she is, but he quickly shook it off, and we had a nice conversation. It wasn't until later that Stace figured out how the man had pegged her as a Minnesotan.
Stace and I were sitting in the cafeteria having lunch during our cruise. She was wearing an old Minnesota Twins shirt of mine. Now, if you're not an American and you don't know anything about baseball, what are you going to think when you see a woman with the word "TWINS" written across her chest? Stace was telling me that yes, her Austrian friend thought that the word on the shirt referred to the contents of the shirt itself rather than to the baseball team. A lot of foreigners probably make the same assumption.
Anyway, no sooner had Stace finished telling me this story than an older man came up to us and asked, "Are you from Minnesota?"
Dear Reader, you can probably figure out how this man guessed that we were from Minnesota, since we had just finished a conversation about her MINNESOTA TWINS shirt, but not Stace. No, her first question was, "Oh, have you seen me before?" The man seemed a bit baffled by Stace's assumption that everyone in Minnesota knows who she is, but he quickly shook it off, and we had a nice conversation. It wasn't until later that Stace figured out how the man had pegged her as a Minnesotan.
Tuesday, July 3, 2012
And they're there!
Don't you just love English?
Anyway, the kids arrived safely. The report is that Lindsey celebrated her arrival in Salt Lake by throwing up at the airport. The whole thing can be tough on an eight-year-old, or anyone else for that matter. You have a lousy eating schedule with lousy food, your internal clock is thrown off, you're tired, and flights can be bumpy. Lindsey was exhausted and slept for pretty much the whole flight from JFK to Salt Lake, about five hours. Tanner said that the approach into Salt Lake was a bit rough. I guess all of that was a bit too much for her.
For the kids, at least, the adventure is over. For the adults, it's just beginning.
Anyway, the kids arrived safely. The report is that Lindsey celebrated her arrival in Salt Lake by throwing up at the airport. The whole thing can be tough on an eight-year-old, or anyone else for that matter. You have a lousy eating schedule with lousy food, your internal clock is thrown off, you're tired, and flights can be bumpy. Lindsey was exhausted and slept for pretty much the whole flight from JFK to Salt Lake, about five hours. Tanner said that the approach into Salt Lake was a bit rough. I guess all of that was a bit too much for her.
For the kids, at least, the adventure is over. For the adults, it's just beginning.
Monday, July 2, 2012
And they're off!
The kids are now about two and a half hours into their seventeen-hour trip to Utah. We sent them off this morning. They've spent enough time on airplanes that they weren't at all worried about being alone. Also, the airline will take good care of them. I just hope they haven't killed each other yet.
Sweden and Russia pictures still coming . . . .
Sweden and Russia pictures still coming . . . .
Thursday, June 28, 2012
Whew!
And we're back for the last time. We somehow managed to survive the cruise and the time in Stockholm. Everything went fine. Our cruise lasted four nights, and we had to change our clocks every night as we moved back and forth across time zones. Sheesh!
Anyway, more details to follow.
Anyway, more details to follow.
Tuesday, June 19, 2012
Last one
Our last family trip in Europe beings tomorrow night. We'll fly to Stockholm and spend the night. The next day we'll take a four-day cruise that visits Tallinn, Estonia and St. Petersburg, Russia. I wish we could spend more time in Russia, but a day is better than nothing, I suppose. We'll then hang around Stockholm for another couple of days.
After that trip, the insanity begins. Let's see if I'm still sane in six months.
After that trip, the insanity begins. Let's see if I'm still sane in six months.
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