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Airport Humor

May 31, 2012

Flying can be a pain in the rear end sometimes, especially with all of the security screening in the airport and growing lack of space in planes.  Sometimes, though, the announcements over the loudspeaker help make up for it.

Overheard today:

Will all passengers who have checked in at the Southwest Airlines desk in the past 15 minutes please try to make a phone call.  If you find that you have trouble making a call because your phone is missing, please come back to the Southwest ticket counter to retrieve it.

Will all the ladies having passed through security checkpoint Bravo One please check their earrings.  If you find that one of your ears is missing its earring, please return to the checkpoint to retrieve it.

Please stow all personal items at this time.  Personal items include purses, man-purses, bags, man-bags, paper bags, plastic bags, lunch bags, shopping bags, trash bags, barf bags, fanny packs, back packs, snack packs, and all other containers.


Restrooms along the way

January 19, 2012

Every road trip requires pit stops to use the restroom.  During our trip, I discovered that the bathrooms along the Gulf Coast are quite interestingly decorated.  Observe the following:

Guarding the entrance to the bathroom at a restaurant on the beach in Pensacola:


At McDonald’s in Texas:


At a French restaurant in Florida:


Behind a country store in Texas:

Road trip, day 8

January 8, 2012

We spent a lazy morning in New Orleans, eating beignets for breakfast at Café du Monde, hanging out at the Audubon Aquarium of the Americas and eating lunch by the river.  There were a lot of out-of-towners from Alabama there for the football game, and the streets were full of bands playing “When the Saints Go Marching In” and “Sweet Home Alabama”.



Road trip, day 7

January 7, 2012

We finally got off the Florida Turnpike (after getting a traffic ticket for accidentally exiting in the wrong place) and drove through Alabama and Mississippi to get to New Orleans.

Road trip, day 6

January 6, 2012

We stopped at a French restaurant called Chez Pierre specifically for their flammenküche (or “French pizza”, as they called it).  Unfortunately, it was nothing at all like the flammenküche we’d had in Switzerland, but the French onion soup was very good.

Road trip, days 4-5

January 4, 2012

We had so much fun in Boca Raton with my Swiss family.  We looked through photos, met some family friends, hung out with the grandkids and made a (very) brief trip to the beach (we were there for precisely the two days that were not beach weather).  Having to leave to go back home was absolutely heartbreaking.



Road trip, day 3

January 3, 2012

On the third day of our road trip, we stopped at an oyster bar on the beach in Pensacola.  After lunch, we ran around in the sand on the beach just for fun.

(Notice that Mom is holding her shoes — she got cold feet, and I got sandy shoes.  That was fun to clean up.)

Road trip, day 2

January 2, 2012

On the second day of our  road trip, we stopped at a place called Parrain’s in Baton Rouge for lunch.

Then our credit cards were frozen (which we discovered while trying to pick up an expensive refill at the pharmacy), and we went to New Orleans and got stuck in traffic from the Saints game.  On a brighter note, we also got to eat dinner at Emeril’s, which has been a dream of mine since I was 15 (it was my English teacher’s favorite restaurant, and she took her mother there every year for her birthday).

Our cop car count was 3, which was surprising given that we were in New Orleans on New Year’s Day and game day…

I had a great seafood chowder (one of my favorite chowders ever) and a very good sorghum-glazed duck breast.  Mom loved the yellowfin tuna salad, which was composed of butter lettuce leaves, sushi tuna chunks, shaved radish and a garlic sauce.  It’s a good thing she didn’t know the tuna was going to be raw, otherwise she wouldn’t have ordered it!

Road trip, day 1

January 1, 2012

When I was a little girl, we used to drive from Dallas to Longview to go visit my grandma.  As I had a limited attention span in the car, Mom helped me pass the time by making me count the oil pumps we passed along the way.

There aren’t any oil pumps between San Antonio and Houston, so we decided to count cop cars instead (hey, it’s New Year’s Eve — they should be out in full force!).  We saw five.

Here’s a picture of the Houston pines (reminds me of when I was younger).


My mom is a skin cancer survivor, and when she wanted to take her melatonin pill to help her sleep, she said, “I’m going to take my melanoma pill now…”

So. Not. Fair.

November 15, 2010

I do not expect the world to revolve around me.  I do not expect my life to be perfect.  But today was just a double-whammy in not-fair land.

When I travel, I always keep my camera in my purse.  And I always keep my purse with me.  Until today, because the space in the plane was just really cramped and I didn’t feel like messing with it.

Of course, as we were taking off, I had a perfect aerial view of the Washington Monument and Capitol Hill.  And no camera.

Later on in the flight, I decided I had to use the plane restroom.  I have never used the plane restroom on a domestic flight before — heck, I flew Paris-Dallas without using the bathroom, so great is my aversion to them!

About halfway through my potty break, the captain turned on the fasten seatbelt sign, and we hit turbulence.  There I was, locked in the little compartment in the company of the hardest toilet seat known to man, with my poor little butt bumping all over creation and taking a serious beating.  There is just something wrong with that.

All in all, not my luckiest day…