Emma's first ride on a carosel! man she was sure excited, in case you can't tell from her facial expression, she was showing her excitement on the inside. oh who am I kidding, she's only one year old, she had no idea what was going on...
this is Dorothy at her finest... ummm maybe not her finest, but she sure was looking cute that day.
welcome to Oz... with a slap in the face and a kick in the pants!
My nightmare while traveling to kansas for the fourth of July has reaffirmed my total dislike of united airlines, the Denver airport, and traveling outside of the west coast region. A last minute change of my departure gate in Denver caused me to miss my flight to Kansas and seventy-five dollars later I arrived an hour and a half behind schedule and mad as hell. The only nice day during my stay in Topeka was on Saturday and the rest were filled with heavy rain storms and a lack of activities to participate in due to the down pour. There were plenty of good times had with my family members though, which made my trip to Kansas for my aunts sixtieth birthday and mini family reunion worth this trouble and annoyance I have had to endure. I did get to watch the Lesnar/ Carwin fight and end up disappointed with the outcome, however it was fun to have some brewskies with my cousin Brandon, his girlfriend, and my brother Joel at Buffalo Wild Wings. I also got to do some wake boarding, tubing, etcetera on the lake which only happened cause we went out in the rain and my departure day of tuesday was clear, beautiful skies in the morning for an early session on some glassy water.
As my cousin and her husband took me back to the airport we stopped by Cabela's headquarters and saw some amazing bucks on display in their trophy room. upon arriving at the Kansas City airport, I was informed that there was major weather storms going on in Denver and that many of the passengers connecting flights would be missed and rescheduled for the next day. For some reason I had a feeling this would happen to end my trip from hell with complete suffering, frustration, and a total pain in my ass. My flight didn't end up leaving until two hours later and I finally landed in Denver at eleven in the evening, over an hour later than my departure flight left for Boise with out me. I was then stuck in the DIA all night with no dinner to eat cause everything closed down before I could get a bite to eat. what do you do when you're stuck in an airport that feels more like a ghost town? since I was unable to sleep and starving like a homeless man, I did the only thing that made illogical sense, I wandered from one end of the airport to the other like a zombie for six hours to pass time. my flight out would not be leaving until after two in the afternoon so I had time to kill. I tried to occupy my time with shows off of Hulu, but DIA's wifi was horrible and kept shutting down. needless to say, DIA is the worst airport I have ever been in and I hope I never have to fly through there again as long as I live.
finally I arrive back in Boise at four in the afternoon and I am in need of some good deep sleep... which i managed to get a nap in while on a picnic with Beth... who picked me up and brought me food since i had barely even got to eat breakfast. What better way to thank someone than to fall asleep in the park during a picnic with them, right?... man that's classic. Sorry Beth! I was able to get some sleep that night but it was not the same as being in my own bed, even though i slept until after twelve in the afternoon. I ended up spending the rest of the rest of the week in Boise and finally got home to Washington on Friday night about a half an hour after midnight, and finally started to catch up on sleep by sleeping until about two thirty in the afternoon on Saturday. Well enough about me, tell me about you... until next time, word of advice, DON"T EVER FLY THROUGH DIA! Oh yeah, write that down... Now!
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