The mental image of your MIL and the unloading of all her stuff has me wiping tears from my eyes. Oh, my goodness. How will she ever get everything packed away again (including the corn-filled shoulder warmer bag ) in time???
I spent the night with one eye on the clock and the other closed praying for sleep......it didn't work too well. By 3 I gave up and tried to find something on the **** tube to entertain myself. That didn't work either. I was like a monkey on crack with the remote control. The worst thing was I felt like a cold was setting in.
By 5, I had the troops showered, dressed and in the vehicles, without one fight, complaint, whine, or threat of bodily harm. Normally that would have been a huge accomplishemt that would have won me a Nobel Peace prize or perhaps Secretary of State. Nope.
Behold. The power of going to disney world.
We got ourselves parked in the ecconomy, way out in the boonies, lot. And started our hike to the terminal in about 15 degree weather. But we were all armed with our light jackets and the knowledge that we would soon be in sunny Florida. Take that freezing north west.
Well, all but one of us was......can you guess who was the dissenter?
I, like a mothr duck, was at the head of our line of 7 and turned around to see MIL wearing her PARKA.I think she missed the memo about Florida being way south of us and not up north near Alaska.
We were all warmed by thoughts of sunshine and magical express, while she was anticipating a trip through frozen tundra on a dog sled.
We got checked in and through security.....again this is amazing to me each time we make it. You never know what's hiding in the recess of an 8 & 11 yr old boys back pack.......
In MIl's effort to remove her parka, shoes ,and get all her stuff ready for security, she ended up several groups behind us.
I took the time to run and get some cold medicine for me and Bailie, she was feeling something too. When I got done with that MIL had finaly made it through security and was in the process of getting her things back together...........this was a warning of things to come.
We were all hungry by this time so we ended up at starbucks for breakfast. The fact that non of us drink coffee is a little funny to me as I sit there reading the menu. I finally just gave up and said what doesn't have coffe in it?
Several muffins, fruit cups, fruity drinks and $42 bucks later, we were on our way to the gate.
When we borded the crop duster that would take us to our connection in SLC. The boys were further back on the plane then the girls. This had rows of 4 seats , 2 on each side. Bailie was next to me by the window and MIL was across the aisle next to a saint of a man.
What took place the next 15 minutes could have come straight from a Jerry Lewis comedy, if Jerry Lewis were a 66 year old woman.
She had this ginormous back pack, carry on thing along with a huge purse, pillow( no not a travel size pillow, a regular size one), blanket (again huge) and her faux fur lined parka.
When she was able she would stand in the aisle unpacking all these things from her swiss army knife of carry-on's. Just when I thought there couldn't possibly be anything else, she'd pull out something like.....her lap top, newspaper, or book.
When someone else would need past her, she would squeeze her self into her seat, elbowing and half sitting on the poor guy next to her. The flight attendant askled her at least twice to hurry, because they were ready to go. I think they were half stunned by the amount of crap this lady had.
Once she had all her neccesities out for the hour and fifteen minute flight, it required a flight attendant and me to hold all her stuff so she could locate the seatbelt. This again ended with the guy getting an elbow or 2 to the ribs.
She finally settled in for the flight with her parka still on, this would be removed 15 minutes into the flight causing more pain to the guy next to her, a blanket on her lap, pillow behind her head, strange corn filled shoulder warmer bag, on her shoulders, lap top turned off, but on her lap, newspaper that would end up causing more pain for the saint next to her, a sudoku book and a novel, along with her drink, fruit cup and other assorted snacks. All this for a short flight.
I sat across the aisle, half mortified and half laughing at the sight. Mostly I was worried, because we only had 20 minutes after we landed untill our next flight departed......
up next......the amazing race.
There are no words.
She does prepare for a flight doesn't she?!?
just to go to church she brings a carry on style bag with wheels......I guess her scriptures are really heavy!All I can say is oh my gosh.........this is the funniest!: She does prepare for a flight doesn't she?!?
and that was only the first flight
I don't know what I'd do without the dis.......other than have a more organized house!
I only wish you all knew MIL, she's like a character from a book.:: There are no words.
Can't wait for the next installment....aka the amazing race!
yeah, you could say that!So an uneventful flight then
don't worry, there will be a picture of the corn-filled shoulder warmer in the next update!
No, I'm pretty sure you're in the majority.wow......what an adventure this is going to be! maybe i'm odd but i usually don't take out EVERYTHING i'm going to need at one time. i get it out as needed. or maybe i'm not the odd one!
I cannot wait for more!!! I'm dyin here!!!
d.Jay is definatley more annoyed with her than I am.........I'm always just amazed that anyone could need that much stuff.......
I'll try not to drag this one out as long as my last one!
I'm in!
Page 10 and you just got on the plane! ...you crack me up!
The only thing I really remember about this part of the trip is seeing my mom as the "last one standing". This usually is not a good thing. At first, I thought the flight attendant was being rude, but then remembered she was talking to my mom. I was glad we were several rows behind her at that time. I do feel really bad for that person that had to sit by her.
Let me explain a little more about my mom. When I was younger, and when she came home, she didn't just sit down. She spread out. I mean everything she had was spread out over the space of 3 to 4 seats. Hence the swiss army back pack. I just hope the guy next to her wasn't too annoyed with all the crap she spread out.
I love how everyone refers to her as "sweet"..........Oh Boy! The visual of your sweet little MIL and all her "stuff"!
Hope you make it to the next flight!
Let me explain a little more about my mom. When I was younger, and when she came home, she didn't just sit down. She spread out. I mean everything she had was spread out over the space of 3 to 4 seats. Hence the swiss army back pack. I just hope the guy next to her wasn't too annoyed with all the crap she spread out.
My DH always titles his posts on my pre-trippie too...
Oh, this is going to be good!I can't believe she brought that much stuff out for a short flight!
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That's my re-payment for the "projects" that get sent home for him to do and really all they are is busy work for the parents.
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my favorite was .. we are doing a very special project. please send your child with a blank white T-shirt, and any fruit or vegetable starting with the letter "A". and you have been chosen to provide "glitter" for the classroom.
My mom has flown several times from WA to NC. She is the same every time. Although, there were a few times where she REQUIRED a wheel chair and assistance into and out of the air plane EVEN THOUGH SHE DIDN'T NEED IT!!!!!!!!
When we pick her up at the airport, she is usually the last one off the plane. Does this set things up for the next part? You bet! Wait and see.
Let me explain a little more about my mom. When I was younger, and when she came home, she didn't just sit down. She spread out. I mean everything she had was spread out over the space of 3 to 4 seats. Hence the swiss army back pack. I just hope the guy next to her wasn't too annoyed with all the crap she spread out.
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