Do Not Attempt This At Home

When I last left you we were T-Minus minutes away from heading to the airport. We were ready to go with time to spare. 

As we walked out of the house I stopped and did a “Should I or Shouldn’t I”. I opted for the “shouldn’t I” and off we went.  Bad call on my part.

We got to the airport, parked the truck in long term parking, got the shuttle to the terminal we were on our way.

We stepped up to the counter to check-in, Hubs pulled out his wallet, lost all color in his face and said to me “I don’t have a picture ID”.  I of course thought he was kidding. Yeah, not so much.  It was 7:30. Our flight was at 9:10, it would take 45 mins one way to go home.  It wasn’t going to happen. The girl checking our bags mumbled something and sent us on to security.

I walked up to the counter first and told the T*S*A* guy I had my ID but Hubs didn’t and was there anything we could do?  “Well Ma’am, he can fly but were gonna have to put him in the book and call Washington”. I laughed because really? Call Washington? Mr. T*S*A* laughed because he so wasn’t kidding.  Mr. T told me I could go ahead and go on. I told him I would just wait for Hubs. 

True to his word Mr. T called for a Supervisor. Over walked Mrs. T*S*A* with a cell phone and a book.  Hubs showed her his debit card with his name on it and his social security card. She asked him a few questions, scribbled his name down, wrote all over his boarding pass and put a few funky shaped hole punches in it and sent us on through the x-ray / scanner machines.

He of course was immediately pulled aside and searched. And I don’t mean a nice little once over.  He was patted down several times. I am not sure even I know him that well ;). Then they collected his bin with his shoes etc. in it and used a great big Q-tip to swab everything and stuck the Q-tip into a machine.  After a few minutes Mrs. T walked over , snapped her phone shut and said he was good to go.

All of this before 8:00 a.m. and guess what? I really never even lost my shit, and boy howdy do I come from a long line of shit loosers too.  Everyone who has heard the story were shocked to learn that I was as cool as a cucumber through it all.

After we claimed our carry ons and Hubs claimed back his dignity I called my mother (who is never going to let us hear the end of it) and asked her to go to our house, find his passport and over-night it to us at the hotel.  That was my “Should I or Shouldn’t I” moment. I for a split second considered bringing our passports just.in.case. but told myself (who I should NEVER listen to) , “Self, you are only going to Colorado you won’t need them”.

After what seemed like forever we made to Eagle. (I think my driveway is longer than the run way in Eagle but we will save that story for tomorrow).  We got our bags and went to the rental car counter.  As a side, Hubs had 2 tasks for this trip 1) Rent a Car 2) Go to the bank. (He had ONE dollar in his pocket when we left for the airport grrr). He did rent the car, but guess what? They might let you fly without a license, but they sho ain’t gonna let you rent a car without one.  Fine, I will rent a car. But guess what?  I didn’t have a reservation in MY NAME which is DIFFERENT from his name and they couldn’t just cancel his reservation and give me HIS car blah, blah, blah. Still I did not loose my shit.  I simply said “Fine, I will rent a car from a different company”.  Amazing how fast I could then indeed have Hubs car.

Finally! We were on our way to Vail. It took about 20 minutes to get there and about another 2 hours to find the hotel. I was driving, had no idea where I was going and they have those stupid, stupid, roundabouts every where. Still I did.not.lose.my.shit.

To wrap this story up, we finally made it to the hotel and we all lived happily ever after. Until I realized Hubs, who looks all of 15 on a good day could not go to the bar because he would get carded. And that my friends, is when I did finally lose my shit.

** As a side note, I was 100% completely shocked they let him on the plane. I am very thankful for the precautions  T*S*A* took before allowing us through security and feel much safer flying knowing they take their jobs so seriously.

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And We Are Off!

It is 5:41 in the morning. Not only am I up (and ready to go!) before the sun, I am actually all packed and ready to go. Usually in true Mar fashion, I would be just be putting the last load of clothes in the dryer that we need to be dry and in our bags in 15 minutes or so.  I imagine when we get to our destination I will realize I forgot the all important underwear or something like that.

Yesterday, I was strung higher than a kite worring about getting everything done.  Hubs in his true form said “If we are paying for one bag, we may as well pay for a second”.  After that things just seemed to come together.  (He doesn’t realize we are paying $25.oo to shelp all my hair crap, for me to wear a beanie and ear muff thingies all weekend long).

Once we make our connection the good news is we are not sitting in the last row of the plane. The bad news is there are only 8 rows. That my friends is a wee bitty plane and I am a wee bit nervous about it. Hopefully by then we will have had several  a few drinks during our layover and I won’t care.

We are leaving in less than 5 mins. and are still “debating” if we should bring the laptop or not.  If we do I will try to at least add some pictures over the next few days. If not, well then I guess I will do it when we get home.

I am going to freeze my ass off!! BURR! (High today here 68 – 70, there about 15).

KNB, Then and Now

How we ever made it from this:

 

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To this :

 

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I will never know.

 

We didn’t take the traditional path and some days it was rockier than other, but it has been so worth it every step of the way.  An I love you doesn’t seem like nearly enough, but that is all we had in the beginning and that is all we need in the end.

 

Happy Birthday Kater Girl.

Old Skool

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I can’t believe I am putting this on the old WWW.  Not only did we look like we could be blown away in the first strong wind that came through, we looked like we were 12.

Don’t Blink…

It seems post have been few and far between here and when I do manage to hit the publish button they are worthless anyway.

It has taken me awhile to figure out  what had me in my great big funk of late. 

Its my girl. My beautiful sweet Noodle. I just can’t seem to wrap my head, or my heart, around the fact that in less an a week she will officially be a teenager. My girl is growing up at lightening speed and it seems to have snuck up and sucker punched me right in the gut.

Her 1st birthday didn’t bother me. Nor did I cry the first of kindergarten.  Both of which seem like they just happened yesterday. If that was yesterday what will tomorrow be?

This is just so not me. I am not one to worry about the tomorrows ( I may dwell on the yesterdays but the tomorrows will all be here soon enough), but lately I just can’t think the next 5 years are going to fly by and then what?  I don’t know what we will do with ourselves. Everything we do revolves around our girl, whats going to happen when the world stops spinning and we have to stand still and face the fact that she is grown up  and *sniff sniff* doesn’t need us anymore? Its more than I care to imagine but its there and I can’t seem to push it out of my head.

I am looking forward to this weekend though.  It is going to be a non-stop whirlwind of birthday goodness. Friday night (God help me!) there is a school dance and afterwards I will be bringing home five 13 year old girls! I am sure there will be very little sleep on their parts. Saturday will be a day of entertaining said girls. They will go home Saturday afternoon. Saturday night we are going out to Noodle’s favorite pizza place (that according to her we never get to go to) with friends and hopefully they will have their daughter (its moms weekend but they are trying trade) who will then come home with us for another sleep over. Can you say crabby? 

Sunday! Sunday! Sunday! is Noodle’s “family” birthday party and of course the Daytona 500 so we will be having a shin-dig for that.  Thank goodness Monday is a holiday and we can squeeze in a little extra sleep! 

Of course Tuesday is her official birthday and who would I be to let it slip by without some acknowledgement? Great grandma is flying in that day (Noodle so thinks its for HER birthday so don’t tell her differently k?) with 2 of her sisters so of course we will have to have ANOTHER cake. 

3 cakes in 4 days? I sure hope I can manage :). That will at least make me feel better for a few days, or have me on such a sugar high it won’t matter in least bit that my baby is growing up.

Is It May Yet?

 **Squee**

Fingers crossed –  Come Memorial Day weekend Casa de Mar is going to have some visitors!!

A bloggy friend and her gang will decend upon the desert and I couldn’t be happier. 

I am not sure of the exact details yet but I can guarantee there will be beer. Lots and lots of beer.