Monthly Archives:July 2006

Well, at least I will TRY to make it the short version.? Okay – this will be the first installment.

Just remember my motto I live in Alaska, I make my own fun. I really did have a wonderful time – the conference was GREAT! and I was blessed to be there – it was just the getting TO and the getting FROM said conference . . .

Boarded the small puddle jumper in Kenai along with the other folks – we were on time and everything – but the pilot didn’t start the engines like usual. In fact, the plane door was re-opened. Wha??? Pilot’s voice came over the intercom finally to tell us that ACT (Anchorage Control Tower?) in Anchorage said that due to “something” going on up there we could not even think of starting our engines until they gave permission – finally granted about half an hour later.

Plenty of cell phone usage, btw, of folks who had a close connection to make in Anc. I was okay as I knew I had two hours – that got tested a few minutes after we arrived in Anc. airspace. “Ladies and gentlemen . . . we are now 12th in line. We’re just gonna circle for a bit until we get permission to land. Thank you for your patience.”

More cell phone usage – some folks are beginning to sweat making their connections. I’m still okay.

Holy cow! Gate “N”!!! Where in the world is that? What do you mean NORTH TERMINAL?! Oy! Where’s the shuttle when you need it???? Phew! Made it – now I just need to make it through this long security line. Oh, it’s not the security line. It’s the line for the escalator which leads to the security line. This is just an ID checkpoint. Okaaaaaaaaay.

Got thru security – and to the gate – only to wait for about half an hour past the boarding time – finally!! On board and in the air. Woot!

Arrive LV pretty much on time – Yay! Things are turning for the better. Catch a cab to the hotel – stand in line behind three other folks who are all being told . . . what? WHAT? No rooms available? Hotel is oversold? Wait! Mine is a pre-paid room – I have to be here first thing in the morning, erm, in a few hours, for registration for the conference! No room?!

Very earnest young man apologizes and goes back into the inner sanctum to find me a room. Comes back all smiles – we have a room for you, Ms. Moose! Uh . . . (looks to his right) did you just give away 530? Yes, to the person who reserved it. He blanched. I’ll be right back Ms. Moose. Comes back with the night manager. (very apologetic) I’m sorry, Ms. Moose – the hotel is oversold. We have no room.

Wait! It’s prepaid – I have a reservation – what am I gonna do? (patting of hand ensues) We are going to put you up in another (M word) property off site. It’s not very far. Did you drive? (did I drive?!) “No, I flewewewewew . . .” and the leaking from the moose-lids begins (dratted menopausal mood shifts!) That’s fine, Ms. Moose (more patting of hand) we are going to have our bellman drive you to the other property in our Town Car. (positively said with capital letters!)

But, but . . . I have to be here! It is only for one night. We will pick you up in the morning and bring you back for the conference in plenty of time. Would you like some water? Room temperature or cold? Bellman . . . go and get Ms. Moose some cold water, please. We will see you in the morning, Ms. Moose. You can leave your bags with the bell captain in the morning and we will have a room for you by lunchtime. Okay?

Well, sure, I guess – if you are sure there are NO rooms here . . . and off I went with another very nice young man to the hotel – only he took me to the wrong one (it’s the only [R word] I know, he said. Thank God he was wrong – that place was filthy and the desk folks acted like we would be slumming if we stayed. I don’t think they were far off, either. But they showed him the right way and we arrived safely – that desk person accepted the stay one night free on M word letter and I was given a room key and directions to my bed. There were two more bottles of cold water waiting and, joy of joys, a package of Milano cookies!

Thus ended day one and I will leave you with that much for now. Trust me – it gets even better!

I live in Alaska (not Vegas) and I make my own fun!!!

The most unhappy of all men is he who believes himself to be so. – Hume

seen at Heather’s Ruminations and Ramblings

I’ll tell the rest of the story later. 😉

For now – and for your viewing pleasure – here is a shot taken from the airplane as we made our approach to Anchorage. Enjoy.

glacier

nope – I have no clue what glacier that is.

 

Have you ever wondered?

Just where is it that Santa goes for the summer?

Go ahead, admit it . . . secretly? you’ve always wanted to know . . .

What does he do with his time?

How does he finance all of those toys anyway?

I now know the answer . . .

and, I will share it with you all . . .

santa vegas tsa

caught on camera as his jolly self enters security at McCarren Int’l Airport

(that’s Vegas, baby)

Yuh, I know the pic is blurry – it was quite early in the morning (5 am) – I had been up since 6 am the previous day (another long story – maybe forthcoming – maybe not) – I had pushed and shoved my way among the throng getting TO that point of the line – and was trying to be sly about taking the picture in the first place. Hence, blurriness.

Nevertheless – you and I both know just who that is in the green hawaiian-style print shirt (and shorts, btw). Just lookit that hair and beard (not to mention that bubble on the front side of the shirt). Yup, that’s Santa all right. Sure hope he won enough to finance the coming festivities.

😉

p.s. by the way . . .

I’m baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaccccccccccccckkkkkkkkkk!

 

I’ve said here before – I am not much of a tv watcher. There is not much on that I care to sit through, you see. I’d rather be reading or writing – back here in my room with all of you. (that doesn’t make me a freak, does it?)

However . . . there are a few shows that I like to watch (ER being my all time favorite) – or for some reason have gotten pulled into to watch. When Biggest Loser first came on – all of the promos made me self-righteously proclaim that I would NOT watch it – I thought that fat people were being used – I, being a fat person, felt I could be self-righteous about that feeling.

I watched the first night and got suckered right into it – I now work out with Bob and Susie and others on the Biggest Loser dvd. (sigh!) I watched all of those pounds fall away and I saw it done with dignity – no I don’t always care for the hostess (either one) and I do feel they have been condescending at times . . . but all in all, I have felt it was a good show.

I didn’t dislike too many of the contestants – although there were some who I felt were whiners – and I will admit to an “ah-ha!” when they were eliminated. However, I, being the fat gal that I am, felt a teensy bit sad for each one as they left.

Fast forward to the Treasure Hunters – I missed the first episode and came in late on the second one. But, since then, I have been right there. I’m not much of a treasure hunter myself, although I have gotten the treasure chest tests correctly each week. But, I would be like some of them, I’m afraid, and stand in the middle of all of the glaring clues saying what????

But I am a fair play kinda gal . . . so there have been just some teams whose departure made me smack my hands together and utter a “YES!” when they were eliminated. Okay, not “some” – actually TWO teams.

The Wild Hanlons?- omg! racist, bigoted, stooooopid to boot. Their reaction to the Brown Family coming back after the Grad Students had to eliminate themselves? Well, let’s just say it wasn’t pretty and they did not shine in that moment.

My next least favorite team players were eliminated tonight – the Fogals. I did not see the episode where daddy fogal stole the map out of one of the grad students’ hands. But plenty of their shenanigans was shown in the episodes I watched. The worst part? I’m not so sure that they even realized how petty and small their actions were. The term “dumb blonde” comes into play not only for the daughter (screaming banshee that she is/was) but for the mother as well. Daddy needs to learn to stand up a bit more to his wimmin, I’m thinking.

So, there are now five teams left. And, wouldn’t it just be a kick if the Miss USA beauty queens took it? lol

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In other news – I am outta here again Tuesday. Back to Vegas – this time for a conference as mentioned in a previous post. I’ll see you all back here again this weekend. Think cool thoughts for me, okay?

This moose is going to do her impression of a baked alaska(n). heh.

A friend of my pastor’s has just been diagnosed with Burkitt Lymphoma. I understand that this is a rare form of cancer – at least here in the US. He is in hospital in Anchorage.

He and his wife have 8 children, the youngest of whom is only 3 weeks old. The cancer has gone into his bones and we learned tonight that he is now on dialysis also.

As hard as it will be, he is eager to “go home” to meet the Father. All prayers for D.K. and his family are appreciated.