Adventures in a black maple box

Life has just gotten a little more interesting...

Saturday, July 15, 2006

I'm leaving on a jet plane....man, that's a cheesy title

But regardless, it's true. Well I don't know if it's classified as a "jet plane" per se, but it's a plane of sorts, and I'm leaving on it. Tomorrow we begin the big journey down to the sunny south. After a dinner stop in Windsor to spend some time with Mel and Jeremy before their big trip on a jet plane, we are going to cross the border and stay in a Best Western hotel near the airport in Detroit.

Ah, just saying the words "airport in Detroit" brings back some funny memories of a trip I once took with my friend Julie (mom to the adorable Celia). We were heading down to New Orleans for a conference and had to fly out of Detriot. With Steve as our chauffeur, we entered Detroit a couple of hours before our flight was to leave and we whipped out our car map of Detroit to search for the airport. Since Steve was driving and Julie was in the back, I took control of the navigations. If you know me at all, I was already getting antsy at this point. I mean, you are supposed to be at the airport a couple of hours before hand, and we were only looking for the airport on a map since none of us knew where the hell we were going. Scanning over the map, I located the airport in the center and began directing Steve towards our destination. The roads leading up to the airport were not very busy and as we neared, our surroundings seemed to get...how do I say it...gloomier. The buildings were run down with broken windows boarded up, and even the sky seemed a little cloudier (well, maybe I'm making that part up). Steve slowed down as we passed the front of the airport, which was surrounded by a wire fence that you would expect to find around an adolecent detention centre. We peered out the windows of the car in astonishment.

"This can't be it...can it?" we all wondered.

The planes and helicopters that were in the large lot were anything but safe looking (at least for any trip of significant distance). Kind of like a graveyard of airplanes. I'm sure the years since the incident have painted them a rustier colour in my mind than they actually were. I was getting a little nervous at this point. There was no way I wanted to fly out of an airport that looked like this. The airport looked dead. Like a plane hadn't flown out of it in seven years. How could Detroit have such a horrible airport? Even the neighbourhood we were in seemed a little less than inviting if you know what I mean. We noticed two men working at the entrance to the airport and sweet ol' Julie decided to be the one to get out of the car, approach the men, and ask them if we were in the right place. No paper-rock-scissors even necessary, what a champ! After a short chat, Julie re-entered the back seat and shut the door. She then relayed the conversation that she had with the two men.

In so many words:
"We are at the wrong airport. This is Detroit City Airport and we want to go to Detroit Metro Airport. They also said that on our way out of this neighbourhood, even if we were to get a flat tire, to not get out and just keep on going through..fast."

Comforting. Very, very, comforting. Especially because we had just stopped at a McDonald's in the area just minutes before to get directions to the airport.

While I was frantic because we had wasted all this time searching for the wrong airport and needed to bust our butts to get to the other end of the city in time, I was quite relieved that the machinery taking me 25000 ft. in the air would not be leaving from this dirt hole.

It is funny to look back on, like now. So if any of you are in the same predicament, three words: Detroit Metro Airport. I still tend to wonder what people are flying out of the Detroit City airport though...

So back to the present. We take off on Monday morning at 9 am. I'm very anxious about Gord's first out-of-country trip, and a little worried about what he's going to be like during the flight. I'll definately let you know how it goes. Hope all are having a great weekend!

Friday, July 14, 2006

Oh. Ma. God. I just peed my pants

Thursday, July 13, 2006

Why my esthetician isn't a travel agent

1. She thinks Brazil is in Europe

2. She pronounces Afghanistan as "Afganisvan" (several times)

2b. She thinks there are pyramids in "Afganisvan"

This was discovered while having a discussion with the young woman (early twenties) who was doing my manicure and pedicure about the different places she wanted to travel.

On another note, don't you think it's kind of ridiculous that if you are going for a manicure and pedicure and there is a large selection of CDs, that the person doing the manicure/pedicure picks out what she wants to listen to instead of asking the client?

PREPOSTEROUS!

Wednesday, July 12, 2006

For anyone who cares

Gord slept in till 8:30 am this morning. Ya, you read it right.

Beautiful, beautiful sleep for me.

...if only it was an uninterupted sleep, but crap, WHO CARES? I got to sleep in!

Monday, July 10, 2006

Northern review

First things first, I have to address the few things that I saw that bothered me on our drive up to Sudbury:

a) if you have a convertible car and decide that it is nice enough outside to drive with the top down, then for the love of god do not, I repeat, do not have the windows rolled up. It looks ridiculous.

b) to the lady who decided to take it upon herself to kill two birds with one stone and clean her ear via pinky finger while driving to her destination (and inspecting it afterwards)...Newsflash!, you have windows in your car and they are NOT tinted! gross.

c) if they can come up with an automatic marshallow roaster (see previous post), why can't they come up with something to rotate the 'stop'/'slow' construction signs that those workers have to flip every thirty seconds. I mean seriously, how can someone not have come up with this already? Am I alone here? Even convenience stores have those fast rotating signs that say 'ice'/'sold here'. Can some brilliant mind not elaborate on this so that some poor dude doesn't have to bake in the sun for 8 hours straight?!

Breathe in...breathe out. There, I'm done. Now I'd like to discuss the weekend.

In as short as I could possibly be: fun. We spent some great time at Dave and Tam's place and Gord got stuck in a sudden rainshower for the first time on a walk and was soaked. Unfortunately we didn't get pics, but believe you me when I tell ya it was cute. At Grandpa and Granny's place we spent the day in the sun, eating, swimming, eating, hot tubbing (wine included).













At Gran's place we went for a long walk to get some ice cream, had a BBQ, and got into a competitive game of Scrabble (as promised). Steve didn't fare out so well, he doesn't like Scrabble when playing with a rule-stickler like my Mom, but did try to get away with words like 'sawd'. Used in a sentence, "Billy sawd Marianne pick up her book" or "I sawd through a piece of wood".
Another highlight of the trip was that Gord also got to visit with both of his Great-Grandmas.

On the way home from Sudbury we had to make a pit-stop at the French River trading post. For those unfamiliar, great fudge, great ice cream, two bumbling mascots (Hungry Bear & Blueberry Hound), and one 'can't-get-this-song-out-of-my-head jingle. Well, as we walked up to the building, who came out but the Hungry Bear himself. He waddled over to his post and Steve brought Gord up to meet him. Gord smiled as the Hungry Bear put on a little song and dance. It was utterly adorable but I felt sorry for the person wearing the heavy costume because we kept him there amusing Gord for quite some time and I'm sure he was wondering when we were going to get enough and leave already. Again, no pictures of the event but it was great.

So thanks to all for an AMAZING time up North. And now to conquer our next target: Florida. Hope you're ready down there!

Tuesday, July 04, 2006

You've got to be kidding me

Why do they make so many products to help lazy people be more lazy? Today on The Early Show they were featuring some "hot new" grilling tools. Among them, they revealed an automated rotating marshmallow roaster. So basically, someone would stick their marshmallows on the three skewers, push the 'on' button and watch in lazy wonder as the magical rotator turns their marshmallows for them.

???!!!

If you are a lazy enough person that you would spend even two cents on this product, then you don't deserve to eat smores in the first place.

I was going to make a link to this product but then thought better of it. I mean, it would only make less work for anyone looking to buy it.

If you know of other lazy products out there, I wanna hear about 'em!

Monday, July 03, 2006

The joke I made up that made Steve laugh hard

Are you ready for this? ...

"Why did the man get his big toe cut off?"

"Why?"

"Because he accidentally put it in a toe slicer."

Ba-doom-CHING!


Contributing everything I can to making people laugh...one great joke at a time.

Saturday, July 01, 2006

Look out world, here we come!

The month of July has suddenly become a big holiday month for our family this year (It's so weird that when I say 'family' now, I'm referring to Steve, Gord, and I. INSANE!). On Wednesday of this coming week we will begin our travels, leaving London to head up to Barrie (or Innisfil to be exact) to visit my bro and sis-in-law (and unborn baby....and Rudy I guess....and Logan too.) We've been wanting to visit them for quite some time and the perk of staying there is that it breaks up the car ride to Sudbury. So on Thursday the whole gang (minus Logan) will be heading up North to Sudbury. Gordie has been looking forward to seeing all of his family again, and well, we have too I suppose. We're really looking forward to some fun family BBQ's, time in the pool, some catching up, and maybe a competitive game of scrabble. We can't wait to see you all!!!!

On Sunday, we'll be heading back to Dave and Tam's for the night in Innisfil and then leaving on Monday to come back to London. But if you think that the holiday hoopla ends there...THINK AGAIN! On July 17th, the three of us are driving across the border to Detroit International airport to board a flight to FLORIDA! For those who aren't in the know, Steve's parents now live in Florida (in a city called Destin, which is on the Gulf coast on the panhandle). They are in a nice resort area near the ocean so we figure it's not only a good time to go spend time with them, but it's also a great opportunity for us to take a family vacation (baby sitters readily on hand in sunny Florida?...um, he-llo!). I'm trying to convince Steve to take me out for dinner and dancing while we're down there since we can't be too embarrassed since we don't know anybody and he can also cross off another item on his 101 list. We'll be staying in Florida for two weeks, getting back on the last day of July.

So there you have it. I'm counting on some blog-worthy events happening along the way, whether it be of a heated scrabble game, a drunken family member and the pool, or the disgruntled man lucky enough to sit beside Gord on the plane. Many posts to come I'm sure... ;)