Wednesday, December 08, 2010

From this... to this.

I'm in Idaho! My flight from Statia to Salt Lake took two days and FOUR legs, the first of which landed me in St Maarten overnight.

Jon had booked me a 99 dollar room so I wasn't expecting much. Silly me! I ended up in a huge suite RIGHT on the beach. As in doorstep, sidewalk, sand. The view from my bedroom:

I checked in too late to do much more than a quick dip in the ocean before it was time for dinner.
The view from my seat in the restaurant.

Now brace yourselves for the moment of the year. I was sitting at the table, hands in my lap, reading over the dinner options intently when a sudden gust of wind PLASTERED THE MENU TO MY FACE. I pried it off and made it a point to NOT look around for witnesses. Nothing worse than making eye contact with a stranger after something like that.

The next morning I was driven bright and early to the airport by a taxi driver listening to an interesting rendition of Hark the Herald Angels Sing played entirely on a chorus of kazoos. The only other remarkable event between that and arriving in Utah was when, on my flight from Miami to Dallas, I felt a little wiggly nudge on the back of my right arm.


Someone's FOOT on MY armrest!! I gaped at it for a good five seconds before elbowing it out of the way. These are some sharp elbows, too. I got my message across.

Then, finally, Utah. My mom, sisters, and I spent a night in Salt Lake before heading up to Annie's place in Heber (stopping at the Outlets in Park City on the way, of course). I waved at the sign for Vernal, too, because there are supposedly people in Vernal that read my blog, or so Google Analytics tells me.


The only hole in Annie's entire driveway! Of course that would be the one place I stepped! Hooray for falling while carrying an armload of luggage to the car!

After a couple of days in Heber we drove up to Idaho sans Annie :( Not everyone can take five-week-long vacations :(

Ada and Corinne watching quarter-sized snowflakes fall at my parent's house:

Looks like it'll be another white Christmas in St Anthony.


PS - Check out this video clip on Corinne's blog. Make sure you're wearing a helmet or something for when your head explodes from cuteness.

Also - Gunner peed on the Christmas tree.


  1. make that "Gunner peed on the Christmas tree, twice".

  2. the only thing worse than a socked foot on the plane is an all-alone-menu-face-plaster! I thoroughly enjoyed this post :)

  3. I can't wait to freeze to death in Idaho on my 90 hour shuttle from SLC to Americinn Sexy Rexy. Finally Gunsie learned to pee like a real boy!!!

  4. Oh tell me you are making a quickie trip to Alberta!!!! What I really mean, is visiting me! *fingers crossed* *Ouiji board requests* *rubbing the buddha*

  5. the guy in the bottom right of the blue ocean pic is STARING right at you!! hahaha
    YOUR MENU!!! omg. wish i was there. LMAO!!!
    socked feet are . . . shudder. the WORST!! so sorry.
    thanks for posting. it made my day!

  6. I would actually say an un-socked foot would be worse.