I should probably clarify. I competed in beauty pageants due to a misguided trust in my current boyfriend's mom, who was a pageant coach. I've held 3 titles, the first of which I still don't know how it happened, but it was the most redneck pageant I've ever seen (and I've seen a lot, because one of the joys of having a title is that then you're supposed to go to all these other pageants and represent). The second I only won by default because there were only two of us in the age division, and the other girl won the whole pageant and rules state you can't have two titles, so the division went to me. The third, I did win overall. The title was Majestic Miss Seven Springs. Seven Springs is town in the middle of nowhere with an average age of 60.5 and a population of 87. I beat a total of 6 people, one of whom was the pageant director's own mother.
Great update, So sorry your TV's didn't work.
The bunnies were cute! My friend growing up had rabbits, I loved them.
Great score on the Room Upgrade! Beautiful room, too
Next round:
1. Do we make our original scheduled flight?---------yes
2. When we do get going, name one movie I watched.
(But how could we know that?)
Easy. Someone (not me) already posted a picture from it.
It's between this update and the last.------------------Miss Congeniality
3. Where do we eat breakfast?
OMG. We're Canadian. I've already told you where Canadians go!
And no. Not Starbucks.------------------Has to be Timmy Horton's
4. Did you see it? Bonus points if you did.
No? Might want to look again.------------------your caption on the side of the gangplank/walkway thing to the plane? (why can't I think of what that's called?)
5. What's our first real meal in Hawaii.-----------Hot dogs
(Hint. Ruby did not partake.)
4. YES! Yes, I did! I'd like to try that, if only, if only.
5. something spam related?
I would have never guessed bunny! They are becoming more and more prevalent as household pets! I could never have one as a pet inside... all those pebble-like droppings.... nope nope nope..
Those kids would have driven me to yell at my bags! hahaha I totally would have been like " that's my bag!" over and over.. though it would have only elicted more yelling from them, most likely.
The second I only won by default because there were only two of us in the age division, and the other girl won the whole pageant and rules state you can't have two titles, so the division went to me.
Seven Springs is town in the middle of nowhere with an average age of 60.5 and a population of 87. I beat a total of 6 people, one of whom was the pageant director's own mother.
1. Do we make our original scheduled flight?---------yes
2. When we do get going, name one movie I watched.
(But how could we know that?)
Easy. Someone (not me) already posted a picture from it.
It's between this update and the last.------------------Miss Congeniality
3. Where do we eat breakfast?
OMG. We're Canadian. I've already told you where Canadians go!
And no. Not Starbucks.------------------Has to be Timmy Horton's
4. Did you see it? Bonus points if you did.
No? Might want to look again.------------------your caption on the side of the gangplank/walkway thing to the plane? (why can't I think of what that's called?)
5. What's our first real meal in Hawaii.-----------Hot dogs
I would have never guessed bunny! They are becoming more and more prevalent as household pets! I could never have one as a pet inside... all those pebble-like droppings.... nope nope nope..
Yep. Just mentioned that to Danielle.
When I was a teen, a friend's sister had a rabbit.
Let it run around her room.
Pebbles all over her floor.
So gross.
Those kids would have driven me to yell at my bags! hahaha I totally would have been like " that's my bag!" over and over.. though it would have only elicted more yelling from them, most likely.
If you do a chore that first time... it will always be your chore.
"Honey, could you take out the garbage?"
It's a trap! You do it once and it's yours forever.
Not always true. In the beginning Fran used to help me out a lot with stuff, even at my own house before we moved in together. Then the RA diagnosis kicked in. Now any chore that requires use of your hands while standing or walking is mine. Except for scooping the cat boxes. That she has continued to do. And in the odd chance that Milo brings me home a present, she disposes of that. I opened my laundry room door thing morning to find the carcass of a mouse. Thanks Cat. Please send better gifts.
I went through a phase in college where I experimented with various dough recipes (mind you there was no internet then). My friends were more than happy to eat my "tests" so I guess they weren't so bad. I did come up with a good recipe in the end.
She spilled the sauce on her shirt, her pants,
the inside of the fridge (three levels! bonus points!),
the inside and side of the fridge door, the top and outside
of the freezer door and thankfully, to complete the ensemble,
the inside of the freezer.
I'm still not sure how she managed that last one.
That takes some serious skilz there! I thought of you and Kay last night. I'm a little spoiled (if you haven't figured that out yet) and my fridge is probably twice the size of my powder room, so it's kind of a weird set up. The freezer is inside the fridge. I had purchased a tub of storemade Lobster Bisque that Fran was supposed to eat while I was at DL on Friday, but she didn't. I had placed the soup on top of the freezer (it's only about 4 ft tall, so a perfect shelf. Well I had a freezing element (for our six pack cooler) that needed to go back in the freezer. So I opened the freezer door so it could refreeze and WHAM! the soup container hit the bottom of the freezer and SPLAT! thick soup all in the freezer and on the floor of the fridge. I was able to save about 8 oz so she can have it with dinner tonight, but it was not a mess I wanted to clean up when we had somewhere to go!
Ha! We used to travel with our cat and some of the Flight Attendants were nice and let us hold her on our lap, but some were really witchy and got mad if we even opened the cage.
I'm so glad that you shared this information! Last night I changed my hotel for our last night in Vancouver (after the cruise). We were going to be at the Century Plaza Hotel & Spa Downtown (we are still staying there for the first two nights before the cruise) but we both decided that we would love to spend that last day playing Blackjack and having a resort to hang out at with food right there and nothing to worry about except losing money!
And $20 flat rate to get back to the airport the next day is great!
Ruby fiddled with her iPad for a bit
and I decided to try out the Jacuzzi.
Aaaaahhhhhh.... that's the stuff.
Not as deep as my tub back home,
but not bad... not bad at all....
Plus... bubbles.
Some of them were even from the jets.
he Jacuzzi jets came back on.
Uh...
Ruby looked at me.
I looked at Ruby.
"Did you turn it off?"
"Yeah, of course. It was off 'til just a second ago."
And as suddenly as it turned on, it turned off.
Yeah, this is a feature to clear any water out from the jets. The sales rep from the company explained that when we had my tub put in. Back when we first moved into the house and I was ignoring that we needed to save water, I was taking tubs at home. The first few times the tub did that, the cats in the bedroom freaked out at the sound and scattered.
2. When we do get going, name one movie I watched.
(But how could we know that?)
Easy. Someone (not me) already posted a picture from it.
It's between this update and the last.
Not always true. In the beginning Fran used to help me out a lot with stuff, even at my own house before we moved in together. Then the RA diagnosis kicked in. Now any chore that requires use of your hands while standing or walking is mine. Except for scooping the cat boxes. That she has continued to do. And in the odd chance that Milo brings me home a present, she disposes of that.
I went through a phase in college where I experimented with various dough recipes (mind you there was no internet then). My friends were more than happy to eat my "tests" so I guess they weren't so bad. I did come up with a good recipe in the end.
I had purchased a tub of storemade Lobster Bisque that Fran was supposed to eat while I was at DL on Friday, but she didn't. I had placed the soup on top of the freezer (it's only about 4 ft tall, so a perfect shelf. Well I had a freezing element (for our six pack cooler) that needed to go back in the freezer. So I opened the freezer door so it could refreeze and WHAM! the soup container hit the bottom of the freezer and SPLAT! thick soup all in the freezer and on the floor of the fridge. I was able to save about 8 oz so she can have it with dinner tonight, but it was not a mess I wanted to clean up when we had somewhere to go!
Ha! We used to travel with our cat and some of the Flight Attendants were nice and let us hold her on our lap, but some were really witchy and got mad if we even opened the cage.
I'm so glad that you shared this information! Last night I changed my hotel for our last night in Vancouver (after the cruise). We were going to be at the Century Plaza Hotel & Spa Downtown (we are still staying there for the first two nights before the cruise) but we both decided that we would love to spend that last day playing Blackjack and having a resort to hang out at with food right there and nothing to worry about except losing money!
And $20 flat rate to get back to the airport the next day is great!
Yeah, this is a feature to clear any water out from the jets. The sales rep from the company explained that when we had my tub put in. Back when we first moved into the house and I was ignoring that we needed to save water, I was taking tubs at home. The first few times the tub did that, the cats in the bedroom freaked out at the sound and scattered.
And once we were airborne...
I noticed something interesting.
It looked like in the whole plane,
there were three... no, four...
Four broken TV screens.
Our three in our row. And Ruby's.
2. When we do get going, name one movie I watched.
(But how could we know that?)
Easy. Someone (not me) already posted a picture from it.
It's between this update and the last.
3. Where do we eat breakfast?
OMG. We're Canadian. I've already told you where Canadians go!
And no. Not Starbucks.
4. Did you see it? Bonus points if you did.
No? Might want to look again.
5. What's our first real meal in Hawaii.
(Hint. Ruby did not partake.)
1. This sounds like a trick. Like they changed the scheduled time beforehand and forgot to tell you. But I'll give you the benefit of the doubt and say you make it.
2 Pitch Perfect or Anchorman (or both)
3. Tim Hortons?
4.
Ha! No we have a gal named Darcy who comes in when she can (usually a few times during the week) and she'll do the litter boxes, take out trash, do a bunch of other cleaning and then she helps us move. Sorry that Ruby misunderstood your queries!
Then if you go in through the smaller doors, on the bottom you get beverages and on the top is condiments, milk, V8, eggs, and other sandwich meats and such.
1. This sounds like a trick. Like they changed the scheduled time beforehand and forgot to tell you. But I'll give you the benefit of the doubt and say you make it.
2 Pitch Perfect or Anchorman (or both)
3. Tim Hortons?
4.
Ha! No we have a gal named Darcy who comes in when she can (usually a few times during the week) and she'll do the litter boxes, take out trash, do a bunch of other cleaning and then she helps us move. Sorry that Ruby misunderstood your queries!
Hmmm... Yeah I was thinking about that after I posted.
I'm going to recommend the cab after all.
The other method involves a flight of stairs.
There is one of those handicap lifts, but it looked small.
Don't know if you'll have an ECV or not with you.
Plus, the cab would be a shorter walk both before and after.
This was an anniversary trip for us, so we stayed higher end.
Plus there was a free night in it.
Usually, however, we prefer mid-range.
I did a solo trip to Vegas and stayed at Paris.
We have a dwarf lop (Cuddles) that summers at our farm. Some people have summer homes in the Hamptons. Apparently bunnies long to spend a few weeks at a kids' summer farm camp.
Funny story of the baggage pick up. I have twice traveled with large (100 plus) groups of teens. We don't let them check their bags for a few reasons- your experience makes me glad about that. Of course, that means they are doing carry-on only so they are competing with other passengers for above-seat storage. As if it isn't bad enough to be on a plane half-filled with teens.
Yikes on no tv!
At least it wasn't on the flight to Maui.
What a rip off that you couldn't get the discount train tickets! And all you got for a consolation prize was a Penthouse Suite.
That's so unfair!!!
Fire-throat does NOT sound good!
Next round:
1. Do we make our original scheduled flight? Yes
2. When we do get going, name one movie I watched.
(But how could we know that?)
Easy. Someone (not me) already posted a picture from it.
It's between this update and the last.
Inside Out
3. Where do we eat breakfast?
OMG. We're Canadian. I've already told you where Canadians go!
And no. Not Starbucks.
Tim's!
Saw my first Tim Horton's a few weeks ago on our way to northern Maine looking at college for my son.
4. Did you see it? Bonus points if you did.
No? Might want to look again.
Yes. Well, no, but I am going to go back now. (ETA: Still no. Am I too late to the party?)
5. What's our first real meal in Hawaii.
(Hint. Ruby did not partake.)
And it's not that great a story, but to appease your curiosity...
(And you are curious. I know. I can feel it.
Or maybe that's just the lasagne I ate. Whatever.)
If you are one of my younger readers
and are planning to marry
or cohabitate sometime in the future, take note.
If you do a chore that first time... it will always be your chore.
"Honey, could you take out the garbage?"
It's a trap! You do it once and it's yours forever.
"How is it?" She asks.
"It doesn't taste very good." I answer.
For some reason, she got angry.
"If you think you can do better, you do the cooking!"
And there you have it.
(In my defense, she made the pizza from a box mix.
You're far better off just eating the box. Trust me.)
And I make a killer pizza.
She really doesn't.
She spilled the sauce on her shirt, her pants,
the inside of the fridge (three levels! bonus points!),
the inside and side of the fridge door, the top and outside
of the freezer door and thankfully, to complete the ensemble,
the inside of the freezer.
I'm still not sure how she managed that last one.
That's impressive. If you're gonna make a mess, go big!
Doesn't that always seem to be how it works though? You're in a hurry to get ready and go somewhere when Murphy's Law kicks in and something crazy like this happens.
It was Elle's first major dance competition.
It was also where I discovered that just because you call yourself
a major competition, it don't necessarily make it so.
But that's a whole other story.
Hold a competition for hundreds of underage kids
in a resort where the only food you can get
(other than the very posh, very expensive restaurant or the pricey buffet)
is at the food court inside the casino.
i.e. Where none of the kids are allowed.
Well, that just makes all kinds of sense. I guess that they did it that way so that the chaperones could get away from the kids and leave them roaming the hallways.
Why rush? I'll tell you why.
Because we had two carry ons, one camera bag
and a laptop. (plus purses for the girls)
Not really a lot for four people I don't think.
But... others carry that amount... for one person.
So storage space is at a premium.
And I despise having to store stuff at my feet.
I'd prefer the legroom thank you very much.
Of course then they tell you that the stupid
oxygen bag may not even inflate,
so you can't even amuse your fellow passengers
by slamming your hands together on it making a loud
exploding sound when the bag pops.
But if you take that cigarette that you aren't supposed to be smoking to begin with, and light it and put it in your mouth before you put that oxygen mask on over it... I bet you could make something pop!
Yeah, I'd have actually appreciated the humor of it. I mean, what can the flight attendant do about it anyway? Nice of them to at least offer some snacks.
I have this fear that if I don't get to the
carousel as quickly as humanly possible.
That I'll somehow miss the bags
and they'll get swallowed up again.
For all time.
Stupid. But there it is.
(Plus, you already knew I was stupid.)
Or. If you happen to know this.
You can go one level down to the 7Eleven
and get a booklet of 10 tickets for $21.
Even disregarding the $5 airport fee,
I'd still be saving on buying individual tickets
for the round trip.
"Can I get a 10 pack of FareSaver tickets." I asked.
"Sorry. We don't sell those anymore." She replied.
"Uh... What? When did you stop selling them?" I blurted.
"January 31st."
Two weeks ago!
The owner of the competition asked the judges to
reconsider, but they refused.
Prima Donnas.
The Judges were contestants from
So You Think You Can Dance.
So I think they can't judge.
We approached the front desk and announced ourselves.
I didn't do anything or say anything,
but the clerk did.
"How would you like an upgrade to the Penthouse Suite?"
I also glanced at the salt packages.
I thought I should take some.
Not to eat.
But to gargle warm salt water, for my throat.
Nah... throat's not that bad.
Not great... but not bad.
2. When we do get going, name one movie I watched.
(But how could we know that?)
Easy. Someone (not me) already posted a picture from it.
It's between this update and the last.
Well, this should be easy. It's got to be one of about 15 possibilities. I assume it is probably something family friendly if it is a movie offered on a flight so I'll go with Inside Out.
Second: Oh my, that is quite the kitchen incident. I have had some come pretty close to that, but not THAT bad.
Third: I hate traveling. Don't get me wrong. I love GOING places. But the airport and security and the hooplah of it all, YUCK.
And finally.
1. I think your flight will be on time, because you are lucky like that.
2. Inside Out
3. Tim Hortons, which I only knew about because I watched 'How I met your Mother'
4. No (Do I get points for being honest?)
5. Um, I dunno, macadamia nuts? That's a hawaiian thing right?
If you do a chore that first time... it will always be your chore.
"Honey, could you take out the garbage?"
It's a trap! You do it once and it's yours forever.
To be honest, you set yourself up. I remember when we were first married. I had just graduated and was looking for a teaching job. We had an apartment on the third floor and the laundry was in the basement of the apartment building. I trucked our laundry up and down those steps twice a week. Once a week I set up the ironing board and ironed a weeks worth of work clothes for my DH. I set up for the day making sure I had some good daytime tv to keep me occupied for the hours I was about to endure of ironing. I used starch and water and really put a lot of effort into it. Well one day out of no where he pulls out a pair of perfectly ironed pants and shows me a spot where he felt I missed the iron line. Upon further inspection it did look about a millimeter off. I was so livid. Since that day I have not ironed a single thing for him. In fact he does all the ironing. He also is responsible for cleaning the toilets, but that's another story altogether. He was young and dumb back then. He actually still says and does some stupid things. I just give him the wife look. He usually drops it, but sometimes he goes there. I wonder when he'll finally get it.
I love that you're a dance dad. Our DD has been asked to join the ensemble team. She's five, turning six in May. She wants to do it, but the cost is crazy expensive. I'm sure we'll make it work.
Oh no! I hope you feel better before your excursion. Since you said being sick factored into your excursion can I change my guess to snorkeling by an underwater volcano. I think I read that was an excursion on Mauii. If it's hard to breathe I'm sure snoring would be hard.
"How is it?" She asks.
Now, folks. I don't know why I said what I said.
I was younger, so... you know. Stupider.
(Please note I said "Stupider". I'm still stupid. Of course.)
"How is it?" She asks.
"It doesn't taste very good." I answer.
She really doesn't.
She spilled the sauce on her shirt, her pants,
the inside of the fridge (three levels! bonus points!),
the inside and side of the fridge door, the top and outside
of the freezer door and thankfully, to complete the ensemble,
the inside of the freezer.
I'm still not sure how she managed that last one.
I often wonder how the kids can just completely ignore piles and messes for months, and then my wife reminds me which side of the family that comes from.
Which made perfect sense.
Hold a competition for hundreds of underage kids
in a resort where the only food you can get
(other than the very posh, very expensive restaurant or the pricey buffet)
is at the food court inside the casino.
i.e. Where none of the kids are allowed.
Of course then they tell you that the stupid
oxygen bag may not even inflate,
so you can't even amuse your fellow passengers
by slamming your hands together on it making a loud
exploding sound when the bag pops.
I felt a great disturbance in the Force, as if millions of voices suddenly cried out in terror, and were suddenly silenced. I fear something terrible has happened.
"Can I get a 10 pack of FareSaver tickets." I asked.
"Sorry. We don't sell those anymore." She replied.
"Uh... What? When did you stop selling them?" I blurted.
"January 31st."
Two weeks ago!
Elle was very excited.
She'd never been in a casino before.
And now that she was 18, that was going to change!
We marched up to the guardian of the gate
and I asked him what the age restriction was.
"You have to be 19 to enter." He said.
The look on Elle's face!
She looked so... deflated.
It took everything I had to not laugh at her.
She looked like a kitten that had just been dunked in water.
2. When we do get going, name one movie I watched.
(But how could we know that?)
Easy. Someone (not me) already posted a picture from it.
It's between this update and the last.
EDIT: I had meant to comment on that judging fiasco, but I don't see the quote I pulled. Anyway, it deserved a nice Whiskey Tango Foxtrot comment, if nothing else.
"redneck pageant"
It was pretty awesome.
: I'm going to go out on a limb and say the one she is clutching.
Upon further inspection it did look about a millimeter off. I was so livid. Since that day I have not ironed a single thing for him. In fact he does all the ironing. He also is responsible for cleaning the toilets, but that's another story altogether. He was young and dumb back then. He actually still says and does some stupid things. I just give him the wife look. He usually drops it, but sometimes he goes there. 
