Tuesday, October 23, 2007

What does it take to get a good fluffer around here?

Phew!! I know understand why no one will ever travel with Justin. Taylor and I decided to get adventerous and join Justin on a trip out to San Diego. Seemed like the perfect get away. Which it was, it was just the getting away part that's a little screwy.

1) Drive Faster Justin, Faster:

Hmm, apparently when your flight leaves the airport at 5:30, you are supposed to arrive earlier than 5. Well, Justin forgot this and the nasty gate agent wasn't going to let us check in even though we only had carry on luggage. (Yes it was a travesty, but I managed it). I came to the rescue, showed a little muscle and convinced the gate agent his man hood was more important than giving us a hard time. So we get through security, walk up to the gate expecting a big line only to realize that its 5:10 and we still have 20 minutes and there isn't even a plane on the ground.

2) How does 5:30 = 6:00?

So much for that 5:30 departure. The plane doesn't land until 5:30 so we don't start boarding until 5:45 and don't close the cabin door until 6. Hmm, that layover in Denver is getting shorter. Who would have thought an hour and a half layover wouldn't be long enough.

3) Who thought it was so hard to get a little fluffing

Come to find out that the airplane was late because the APU unit is broken. That would explain why it was so hot in the cabin. It also means the plane can't take off on its own, it needs a little help getting "warmed" up. So the faithful crew at CID bring around the fluffer, but wait you mean fluffers don't like corn? Seems they put the wrong fuel into the fluffer. So off we go for a another one, but wait this is CID, how many other fluffers can there be.

4) I so enjoy sitting on the tarmac

So the plane got its fluffing, became all cooperative and we flew to Denver. We left CID 50 minutes late but that still left us 40 minutes in Denver. Dinner is off the table, but at least we'll make our destination and not have to spend the night in Denver. We touch down in Denver, start taxing and stop. Oh! no you don't!! We sit on the tarmac for 20 minutes. Apparently since we were late our gate was in use and they thought it best to punish us by sitting and making us wait for the other plane to push off.

5) What gate was that?

Alright off the plane and T-15 until the next plane leaves. What gate are we at, oh B91. You mean we are at the farest end of the airport and have two extra long hall ways between us and the rest of the B concourse. Sounds fishy if you ask me. But whatever, so what gate are we leaving out of B24. Oh crap, the B concourse only goes to B15. Could you make it any farther please. Apparently Justin runs or some crazy stuff like that. Two hallways and 4 moving sidewalks later we arrived at the gate to a very peeved looking attendant who doesn't even acknowledge that we (well Justin) is panting. Oh and for the maintenance man on moving side walk 2, sorry about your toes, but really the four of you sitting on both sides of the railing, you're lucky he only took out your toes. I personally was throwing fists a little bit higher.

6) We're here...hey why isn't the door opening

So we take off, fly, get really hungry and land in San Diego. Ok, get us off this plane and lets get somewhere to get our munchies on. Hmm, the seatbelt sign is off, but the flight attendants are not opening the door. What could be wrong, wait why is the jetway still 10 feet away. No way I'm letting Justin try and jump that with me on his back. Yeah apparently all the jetway drivers went home early or something stupid. Fifteen minutes later someone finally shows up and moves the jetway into position and we are free.

Such a nice view, boy was the sun nice that day

Well it was a fun trip. No complaints, but one request: next time we go through the Denver airport, can I ride in a litter. It was a little bumpy riding shotgun on the suitcase. Thanks.

Wednesday, October 10, 2007

Hi, I'm Quinn, pleased to meet you!

Hi, I’m Quinn, lucky number 7! I’m new to the Flock, too. I first met up with Beth in Minneapolis when she was doing an internship in summer 2007. Since then she moved back to Iowa City for her last semester of undergrad. My favorite hobby is traveling. In the two months since I was adopted, I’ve already been to Chicago and Madison and State College, Pennsylvania. Beth says if I’m good, she’ll take me to Purdue next weekend (I might be bad though because I didn’t really like Indiana when we drove through it last weekend). She really likes football - I really like tailgating, so while she’s at the game, I usually hang out by the cooler and grill.

My job is to watch Beth and make sure she graduates. After that, I’m just here for companionship, unless she decides to go to grad school. I kind of hope she doesn’t for three reasons 1)I want my job of “graduation motivator” to be over once and for all 2)I read D.J.’s post about the boob factory and feel a similar experience would be traumatizing and 3)If she get’s a real job, then she’ll have more money to take me on vacations. When I’m not busy trying to get Beth to study or planning my next adventure I can usually be found scrapbooking vacation pictures and/or watching movies. Beth’s trying to get me interested in quilting too, but I think that’s TOO girly for me. I realize scrapbooking in general is kinda girly, but I want my vacation photos to look good.

Uh oh, looks like Beth wants to take a nap, I’d better go and make her do something productive.

Thursday, October 4, 2007

Get a job, little pischer...get a job.

I took the little pischer, Preston, to find a job recently. Before we could leave the apartment, I had to give the kiddo a lesson in how to put on a tie. (See the picture. I decided to wear one for good luck)

He wasted tons of gas driving all over town looking for “Help Wanted” signs. Finally, he found one at a restaurant that’s not too far from where we live. He left me in the car, which I was not happy about, but he was nice enough to roll down the windows since it was so hot that day.

He didn’t want to talk about the details that went on inside for the interview, but I took it as a good sign when the manager gave him a menu to take home and look over. I’m guessing he just sat around and schmoozed for a bit but I didn’t want to pry. I was just happy to have the air conditioning turned back on.

A few days later, I was yelling Mazal Tov for the little pischer. He got the job and now spends lots of time away from the apartment. But I don’t mind. I have lots of time to sit around and critique his movie collection now.