TheOtherVillainess
Luminous beings we are, not this crude matter.....
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72 hours and counting....
*clock ticks ominously*
72 hrs until the madness begins. We have a flight out of DFW at around 8:30 am which means we have to GET up at 4:30 to leave at 5:30 to check in around 6:45ish. *groan*
72 hrs until the entire Texas branch of the Gerard clan (that's DH,me,DS, the Dinlaws,DSIL, her DH and DNephew LittleBitty)are going to attempt mass transit in a way not yet attempted before. Or at least not attempted by us, anyway.
8 people..six adults and two kids are going to board that big shiny silver bird that headed for Detroit Metro aiport to visit Gloria and Gerald, DH's granparents who truly rock.
Now this is going to be quite an experiment. DSIL didn't buy LittleBitty his own seat. She's going to attempt to carry him all 2 bazillion(well, it's really more like 2,000 but who';s counting?
)miles of the trip. DH and I bought DS his own seat. I guess we can compare notes post-flight while waiting for the baggage to arrive. I have NO idea what DSIL's plans for LB's carseat/stroller are. Hopefully she'll do what DH and I are doing and just gate check the thing. 
I can already tell this will be..well..interesting to put in nicely. DSIL, though I love her, is not truly the most organized nor punctual of people. If it weren't for her DH, I doubt she'd get anywhere on time. I'm betting dimes to dollars that they arrive at the airport late or almost late. I'm almost willing to give 2 to one odds that they FORGET the baby and have to drive home to get him.
No..I'm kidding. DSIL would never forget LB..I hope.
I hope they give me an outside seat. I HATE being stuck on the inside seat on a plane,because that means I have to ask everybody to move if I want to go use the restroom. Urgh. That's such a pain.
Restrooms on planes are another matter entirely. They are small enough that a pooh-sized person like myself can barely fit in there and close the door at the same time. Yeah..I'm sure you wanted me to flash you, man outside the door. Aren't my underwear purty? 
I wonder if they're going to serve 'breakfast'. Did you notice they don't 'serve' you anything anymore? You grab a bag of *whatever* on the way in and hope it's something you like. Last time I flew someplace, my sister went roaming in and out of business and first class, looking for wheat bread because she didn't like the white bread on her sandwich.
They also didn't serve us a whole coke, even though we were taking a 3 hr trip from Dallas to Knoxville. They gave us a tiny cup and allowed us to fill it, then took the soda can away.
What's up with that?
After we get off, it'll be the Great Airport Marathon from the gate to baggage claim. I hope they don't lose/damage our luggage. That would suck immensely.
So..that's my pre-trip trip report. MOre to come as we get closer to us actually leaving. Also a full report once we get back from the land of the frozen north.
TOV
*clock ticks ominously*
72 hrs until the madness begins. We have a flight out of DFW at around 8:30 am which means we have to GET up at 4:30 to leave at 5:30 to check in around 6:45ish. *groan*
72 hrs until the entire Texas branch of the Gerard clan (that's DH,me,DS, the Dinlaws,DSIL, her DH and DNephew LittleBitty)are going to attempt mass transit in a way not yet attempted before. Or at least not attempted by us, anyway.
8 people..six adults and two kids are going to board that big shiny silver bird that headed for Detroit Metro aiport to visit Gloria and Gerald, DH's granparents who truly rock.
Now this is going to be quite an experiment. DSIL didn't buy LittleBitty his own seat. She's going to attempt to carry him all 2 bazillion(well, it's really more like 2,000 but who';s counting?
)miles of the trip. DH and I bought DS his own seat. I guess we can compare notes post-flight while waiting for the baggage to arrive. I have NO idea what DSIL's plans for LB's carseat/stroller are. Hopefully she'll do what DH and I are doing and just gate check the thing. I can already tell this will be..well..interesting to put in nicely. DSIL, though I love her, is not truly the most organized nor punctual of people. If it weren't for her DH, I doubt she'd get anywhere on time. I'm betting dimes to dollars that they arrive at the airport late or almost late. I'm almost willing to give 2 to one odds that they FORGET the baby and have to drive home to get him.
No..I'm kidding. DSIL would never forget LB..I hope.I hope they give me an outside seat. I HATE being stuck on the inside seat on a plane,because that means I have to ask everybody to move if I want to go use the restroom. Urgh. That's such a pain.
Restrooms on planes are another matter entirely. They are small enough that a pooh-sized person like myself can barely fit in there and close the door at the same time. Yeah..I'm sure you wanted me to flash you, man outside the door. Aren't my underwear purty?
I wonder if they're going to serve 'breakfast'. Did you notice they don't 'serve' you anything anymore? You grab a bag of *whatever* on the way in and hope it's something you like. Last time I flew someplace, my sister went roaming in and out of business and first class, looking for wheat bread because she didn't like the white bread on her sandwich.
They also didn't serve us a whole coke, even though we were taking a 3 hr trip from Dallas to Knoxville. They gave us a tiny cup and allowed us to fill it, then took the soda can away. What's up with that?After we get off, it'll be the Great Airport Marathon from the gate to baggage claim. I hope they don't lose/damage our luggage. That would suck immensely.
So..that's my pre-trip trip report. MOre to come as we get closer to us actually leaving. Also a full report once we get back from the land of the frozen north.
TOV
And it's not only MOVING but FLYING!
