You knew that I was related to John Boehner, right? I think we are cousins. Distant, far removed cousins perhaps. But all kidding aside, I swear to god that we must have the same genes or DNA tucked away deep inside somewhere. He has taken heat
He tells me that I'm peculiar. And that I use weird words. And phrases. And I tell him that he could be married to an ax murderer serial killer. Or Newt Gingrich or Rick Santorum or Rick Perry. So there. He laughs and giggles at me when I use certain words.
As long as he is down and out and recovering from his shock wave lithotripsy, I thought I'd go ahead and take full advantage of his drug-induced inebriation. To make fun of him. He knows that I'm going t
A rare look inside my world. I hope you enjoy as much as I did. This is where I spend my time, my energy, and efforts. People I love and now call my family and friends. Flight Attendan
I just popped it. My first pill. Today, I felt a bit older. I'm just four scant weeks from turning 50. Not bothered by it. Doesn't phase me. Except that today I started taking high blood pressure medication. Combined with the high cholesterol meds that I've been on for five years, a
Oh, listen to me....saying "back in the saddle." Like I've ever been in one. Well, now wait...that's not entirely true. Once. North of Kona...in Hawaii. At the Kahua Ranch. My one and only venture on a horse. Old Sampson. He had gas and they put me at the back of the line.&nbs
Tick tock tick tock. The last remaining hours of 2011 are in front of us. I can't believe it....but I say that every year. Don't we all? I spent six months of my year nearly not flying but, instead, working in Seattle at our Flight Operations Building creating and developing what is now
Chains shall he break for the slave is our brother...
Actually, it is. I love this time of the year. And only a small piece of it has anything to do with the Christmas thing. I do love the music and food and gatherings and watching people go everywhere to see their families and friends. But you can keep the presents and financial obligations and commerc
Do you see it? Way in the back? Beyond the spare bedding for overnight guests....past the plastic containers that stack perfectly with our minimal household belongings. It's the rolls of Christmas wrapping paper. About ten of them. And they've been right there since we moved in more than three
Good god, it's December. Of 2011. Already. How many times in my life have I said, "I can't believe how fast times flies...." It just keeps on happening. Portland is socked in under low-level fog and temperatures in the 30s. Stagnant air. Blue skies just above me....not more than a h
For most of the last six months, I've been participating in efforts that I'm not typically used to being a part of. Developing an executive management-mandated and required training project for flight attendants. It's much larger than simply that. It is an effort to train all nearly 10,000 employees of the
In all of my wildest dreams I never thought it would possibly come to this. I'm not even sure that I could have actually crafted the way that it played out in reality. And I'm not sure that I anticipated that I would be able to be a part, and have a front row seat, to such cutting-edge decisions.
Just two more days and we're on our way to Palm Springs. With, oh I don't know, maybe a dozen or so fellow friends. It's birthday time again for our friend Scott....and he always celebrates by picking out a location and asking his friends to join him. He's done this for 18 years. LoverBoy and I actua
Ten years ago today, I could come and go freely between the forward galley and the flight deck. I could deliver meals by myself and even let the pilots out of the flight deck to use the restroom without assistance. And the flight deck door would remain open all of the way until we reached the runway for takeoff.
The young mystify me. The mindset keeps me awake at night sometime. You'll remember the Young and the Restless from a while back. The fickleness, the erratic emotions and behaviors, the wild swings in emotion.
Ugly live up on the inside. Ugly be a hurtful, mean person. Is you one a them peoples? Impact. Powerful. Tossed around without regard like dust in the air sometimes, those words are. I am in the middle of reading
Holy smokes folks....the last waning days of August are upon us. As usual, I can't believe it. I've been sequestered in a windowless room in Seattle for most of my summer. Designing. Planning. Creating. Crafting. Thinking. A lot of fun. A ton of work
It is becoming clear to me, again, that my mind thinks in ways that other's minds do not. I was always bored in school. Boring. No interest. Could have been a straight-A student...but was more than satisfied with Bs, Cs, and even some Ds. It meant nothing to me. I was not challenged.
"Remember that the first step is not to speak ill of others. All human beings have weaknesses and faults. They have their imperfections. Therefore, before trying to find faults in others and speaking ill of them, try to find your own weaknesses and correct those." I will never understand
The story of transformation is powerful. Progressing from our past into our future. From what we used to be into what we are now....or what we can become tomorrow. Leaving behind old things, things that are worn out and no longer need to be a part of our lives......and moving ahead into the new.
Good lord. What a week. Bear Week 2011 in Provincetown. Summer in Cape Cod. From drinking as much water as I could to minimize the effects of the strong summer sun to using a whole can of sunscreen, it was quite the week. Well, and then there are the alt
To the Tip.
(For the record, NO, I have no idea what the title means...so don't ask....the words are far and above me, I know not their meaning....nor care to. And on that note, I pass you along to the rest of this delirious post......) Well well, it's the 4th of July. No, not just a date on the calenda
Lordy kids, I'm so sorry. My summer has started off in a whirlwind and I don't see it changing. I am heavily involved in a work project that takes me out of Portland for two additional days each week for the remainder of the summer....and maybe even longer. That is in addition to my regular flying schedule
Summertime......ugh, maybe, wait for it, perhaps....is it here? Perhaps. We had two days of 80 or more over the weekend....first time since last August. It felt quite good, the warmth on the skin. We ventured 100 miles east of Portland up the
The day has come and gone. The holiday weekend is over. Again. We took Mason for a long walk after we returned home late from a birthday bash last night. Our walk, and our condominium, is surrounded by a giant cemetery. The workers began trimming a few weeks ago -- mowing, planing flowers, trim
Just when you think you've seen or heard it all......I was working the "C" position this morning from Portland to Orange County. "C" position is the back galley. On a Boeing 737-700 aircraft. A had seen a large group in the board