Saturday, November 20, 2010

Ah, 101.

:) This is my 101st post. That is nutty.

So...this post is going to be very random and just my style.

=You know you've played 36 holes of disc golf in one day mean to write "put" but instead write "putt" on a reminder note.

=Mr. Ski and I spent the whole day being active...some hiking and two rounds of 18 holes of disc golf, one of which was at night, paired with some quality time with my love made this day awesome. And totally worth missing the extra sleep I usually get on Saturday mornings.

=So the reminder note that I referenced above was about a social network status I saw tonight. It read: "Quesadillas! - @ Taco Bob's." Except they didn't write @ Taco Bob's it was one of those locater things...which those things drive me batty all by themselves. But it got me thinking least I'm not so self-consumed that I think people care about my dinner order at a fast food dive. Although I do have a maybe that's hypocritical...any thoughts??

=I love how a song can take you straight back to a moment in the past. It happens to me often but today it was one of those songs that reminds me of Mr. Ski and I's beginning and it literally makes my knees weak to think about those days. WOW. Let me just say music. is. incredible.

=Let me just say...playing poker on that social networking site in the same room (virtual and literal) as Mr. Ski is FUN! We're not schemey and cheat or anything but we do pretend not to know each other. Haha, so he's sitting 3 feet from me in the office yet we are not only talking to each other but we're also chatting in two other spots online, one is the poker chat room where no one knows that we know each other and the other is just the social networking chat. OH technology...I guess we can't get enough of you after going the WHOLE day without you.

=One last thing: "An escalator can never break; it can only become stairs. You should never see an "Escalator Temporarily Out of Order" sign, just "Escalator Temporarily Stairs" Sorry for the convenience." -Mitch Hedberg, greatest comedian ever.

I realized I hadn't done a Mitch quote in awhile and that one is a favorite.

I hope that your day today is very happy.

AND I have a mission for you...if you choose to accept...make at least one person laugh today. Life's all about the simple things after, laughing and loving.

Thursday, November 18, 2010

One Hundred

This is my ONE HUNDREDTH post! Can you believe it?! I can't!

Since this is the 100th post I thought I'd reflect a bit on why I started blogging.

I used to be against blogging. Haha. I didn't get it then. I do now.

It started as a way for me to document how Mr. Ski and I began. I felt that our story was unique and I worried that as time went by there would be things I would forget. Hence, my first three posts being all about us and our start.

I did not think I would have a single reader. I did it solely for me and Mr. Ski and to preserve our beginning.

It became something that I updated only sporadically. Until, I found Friday Fragments and it's creator, Mrs. Fours. I never in a million years thought I would develop a friendship with someone whom I had never spoken to or met in real life and through her sweet words on my posts and encouragement, my love for blogging was born. So I want to thank her and all the other fantastic bloggers (Kori, Stuck in the Sticks, His, Hers and Ours, Livin' on the Edge) who have helped me along throughout this journey and have also become friends. You all ROCK! :)

I'm still not the best blogger, I don't blog every day or even every week but now I can't imagine not having a blog. Hopefully The Ski Story will last another 100 posts. (And maybe I'll be able to do another 100 more quickly than I did the first 100!!) Thanks for reading!

Thursday, November 11, 2010

In Honor of Veteran's Day I am dedicating this blog post to all those who have served this country both past and present. Without your service, this country would be a very different place and the sacrifices you have made for our country will not be forgotten. Thank you for everything you have done, everything you are doing and everything you will do in the future. I do not take the freedoms I have lightly because I know that a serviceman or woman has sacrificed their life to provide me with them. Thank you.

A special thanks to both my grandfathers, my father, and my beloved husband. There are literally no words (only tears) to describe my feelings for these men and their service. Thank you.

This is my PawPaw. He passed away in December of 2004. He was an Infantryman in the Army during WWII. He would be so proud to know that I married an Infantryman in the Army.

This is my Daddy. He was in the Air Force during Vietnam. I definitely need to get a picture of him in uniform. And maybe scan a copy of the picture from when he was stationed in Thailand, since Mom loves that one so much! :)

This is my husband. He was an Infantryman in the Army during Operation Iraqi Freedom. He served with Bravo Company, 1st Battalion of the 506th Brigade, 101st Airborne Division (Currahee!!!) and was in the now famous Battle of Ramadi while deployed to Iraq from 2005 to 2006.

**Unfortunately I do not have a picture of my other grandfather who served in the Navy during WWII. I need to track a photo of him down as well.

I am so proud of these men in my life and all the men and women who have served our country. May you always know how important your service is and how grateful we all are to you.

Tuesday, November 9, 2010

Is there a sign on my back?

That says...please mess with me...I enjoy it?

Apparently it's not just my sweet hubby who likes to mess with me. It's my friends too!!

I'm a very panicky pre-flier. I'm fine once I'm through security at the gate and waiting to board. It's just all the things that lead up to that make me a nervous wreck. I just don't want to miss my plane...because that's a head ache.

I wasn't running too late and was trying to find parking. The stupid airport has been doing construction for what feels like 100 years and while trying to find the economy parking I ended up at the short term lot with no where else to go but through the gate. Grr. I stopped at the little information booth and a sweet lady told me I could just go through all these parking lots out the exit and then to Economy.

Off I went. I noticed as I was trying to find the exit that I was in the Long Term A lot (which the sign had said was full). I found a spot. WAHOO! After parking, getting all my crap out and checking the locks (twice) I headed to the little station to wait for a shuttle.

10 minutes go shuttle. And then it hit me...what if they don't come here because it's "full?!" Panic set in. As I was trying to decide whether or not I should get back in the car and find parking elsewhere my phone rang.

It was my bestie who works at the airport. I know I was talking a mile a minute as soon as I answered the call asking him about my current situation. It went something like this:


Bestie: Nope, they don't come to full lots.

Me: OH.MY.GOSH. (i'm already running back to my car as these words are coming out of my mouth)

Bestie: I'm kidding...OF COURSE they still run to full lots they still have to take people to their cars who parked there.

After he said that I saw a shuttle puttering up the lot.

I really need to monitor my reactions to things or I'm going to end up sending myself to an early grave. What was that quote I loved...oh yeah..."The worst things in my life never happened to me." That seems to apply to me once again.

Monday, November 8, 2010

Please return your seat to the upright position.

I went to Dallas this weekend to work a cheerleading event. Below are some of the events I experienced on my flight there....and yes, I took notes like a good little blogger! :)
  • My mantra on the plane prior to getting a seat mate tends to be..."no creeper, no creeper, no creeper," it must have worked because I didn't have a seat mate! SCORE!
  • I notice "suspicious" (to me, at least) red bumps on people and picture how this flight becomes the next straight to DVD movie, maybe titled "Bumps on a Plane" or "Bump Plagued Plane" or "Invasion of the Bumps."
  • People who don't turn off their phones after being told repeatedly make me want to TATTLE!! I don't tattle but I do shoot "evil eyes" their way...for fun. And watch as they squirm under my "you know better" stares.
  • After writing the above I later added on to that note....LADY. TURN. OFF. YOUR. PHONE. and may or may not have held it up (inconspicuously, of course) so she could read it clearly. And yet, she did not get the hint. Some people.
  • There is nothing better than Sky Mall...just sayin'. That magazine is a plethora of blogging topics...therefore I pilfered (not really, it says on the front to take it and they'll replace it but I really like the word pilfered) the one in the seat back and dog eared the blog worthy items. You're in for a treat when that blog post comes out! :)
  • Someone just hissed.
  • Travelling alone sucks. I definitely prefer to travel with Mr. Ski and heeeeeeeeere's why:
  1. He sits with my stuff while I go get the fork I forgot. (I had to eat my dinner sans fork.)
  2. He doesn't mind me using his shoulder as a travel pillow. (I had to bring my own pillow.)
  3. He keeps me company and keeps me laughing. (I repeatedly turned to tell him something (most likely funny) only to remember he wasn't there. Sigh.)
  • It's really cool to see football stadiums from the plane. It makes me think about how many people have looked down on our FCHS Friday Night Lights.
  • The pilot brought us down a couple thousand feet because it was choppy up higher. I, for one, appreciate that gesture Mr. Pilot.
  • I feel like such a loser without any cool electronic devices for the flight. All the latest and/or greatest electronic equipment is all around me and what is it that's entertaining me? A paper back book. I love the simplicity of paper, no outlet necessary. OH WAIT! I do have an ipod nano...circa 2006.
  • The passenger in 13F (I'm in 12A) is watching me....CREEP!
Hopefully tomorrow I will make time to blog and tell you about the super cool seat mate I had on my way home yesterday. Are you on the edge of your seat yet?

Wednesday, November 3, 2010

The view from there

When I first to moved into Middle TN I lived with my sister and her husband (love their hearts, I know I wasn't easy to live with...for a fact) while waiting to get an apartment with my bestie whom I had been friends with since 1st grade. He worked for a major airline and deemed me his preferred flying partner. Which was awesome to say the very least. I could fly round trip (usually in first class) for under $75. It. was. the. best. thing. ever.
I had an 1989 Honda Civic that was willed to me (another blog for another day) named Gracie...she had been a great little car up until the day she died in early 2005. After finding out that it would cost more to fix her than she was worth I decided it was time for another car. It wasn't hard for me to realize that it would be best for me to go back to my home town to let my dad assist me in the process. So bestie booked me on a direct flight to my home town. Since my home town was only 5 hours away from where I was living the flight was short and the plane was teeny. I was the only person on the plane besides the pilot, co-pilot and maybe one flight attendant (if there was a flight attendant they did nothing to stick out in my memory because I honestly don't remember if there was one or not). And I was actually looking forward to sleeping on the ride when I noticed the pilot motioning me towards the front of the plane. I got up and went to the very front seat as he directed me to, he pulled back the curtain and then handed me a headset. Once I had the headset on he said that if I wanted I could sit up front the rest of the ride and listen to what all the pilots talk about. It was a blast! Pilots are really random by the way.
It was the coolest experience ever and something I will never forget. The pilot pointed out varies towns and cities, which was cool but landing was my favorite because from where I was sitting I could see directly out the nose of the plane. And let me tell you...the view from there was like nothing I'd ever experienced. For the first time in my life I wanted to be a pilot...which obviously didn't stick but my love for flying is going strong.

This scenario will likely never happen again for a couple reasons:
1. Does the FAA even allow that anymore?
2. I don't know about you, but I haven't been on a plane that ISN'T at capacity in years.
3. And...sadly, that flight no longer exists. (probably because as referenced was never full!)