Sick on a plane

I have always been a good traveller, I don't get sick on planes. That is until this trip. I am sitting here typing with a lovely sore on my upper lip from blowing my nose so much. It hurts! Let me just say, I would not have wanted to be sitting next to me or my girlfriend on the plane coming home from Paris. We must have gone thru a box of tissue each! I should have realized that it was going to be a lousy trip when I got on the plane and my seat was held together with duct tape! Not kidding, blue duct tape in fact. So, they moved us to my most unfavorite seats on the entire plane. The first row in economy! Yuck! Hate them. No place to put my feet because I can't put my carry on bag under the seat in front of me, then you can't watch the movie cause the screen is so close it gives me a headache and then to add insult to injury you get to watch the people in business class sleep in those great seats. Gotta get me some miles so we can upgrade next time.

Off to Paris

Well, not sure how much I will be writing over the next couple of weeks, we are off to Paris this morning!!! There is always so much more to do than I think when preparing for a trip. Oh, well here we go....

Dog Guy

Michael Keenan is the San Francisco man that ran back into a burning building to save a friends dog that he was dog sitting. The dog survived, he just died. This was not the first time Michael saved someone, a few years ago he jumped into the bay to save a stranger whose car ended up there. I never met Michael, but I think the world might need more people like him.

5 Random Things

Scobie chick has thrown down the gauntlet. Five random things about me. What is the point? To learn more about me? Do you really want to know? OK, here goes.

1. I grew up on a small island in the middle of Narragansett Bay in Rhode Island. Jamestown is 1 mile wide by 9 miles long. My mother grew up there, her father before her, his family before that. While growing up I could not wait to get off that rock, now I wish I could afford to buy a summer house there.
2. I moved to California because it snowed one day in May! I sat on my couch for three days and cried. When it was over I went into a job I had for almost 10 years, gave my notice, sold my house, had a party and sold my furniture, got in the car and drove. When I first moved out here, I would only go to Rhode Island in February, cause I wanted to remember why I left. That lasted for a long time, then I went back one year in July, big mistake.
3. On July 3rd at 1:45 pm it will be exactly 12 years since I had a drink - I don't miss it too much! Actually I don't, I sometimes miss the smell of a really good glass of merlot, but I sure do not miss the day after. Do I consider myself an alcoholic? No, but I fear I could be.
4. When I was four, my family moved back to that island I grew up on and I met my oldest friend. Jolie Love Clarke. We were friends from the moment we met, we had our issues, don't get me wrong, but I always thought some day we would be old together. Nearly four years ago Jolie died from colon cancer. While we may have had years go by that we did not see each other, a birthday never went by without a card or a call. I miss that.
5. I am obsessed with the Knights Templar. I wish I could live their battle cry every day - BEAUSEANT! Not that I want to fight a war or carry the word or the Lord everywhere to everyone - I just want to be glorious every day in all I do.

Scobie Chick, this was difficult. I am not sure I liked it, but wanted to try. So many things I wrote and deleted, so many other things I could have written. What does what I did write say about me? Hmm.... Beauseant people beauseant!

Group of Goats?

After seeing my cute little goats today, my beloved asked "What do you call a group of goats". And since she thinks I know everything, she was quite surprised that I did not know the answer to this question. So, I had to look it up: a group of goats is called a trip. Makes the goats even funnier in my head. For those of you that must know more: horses=team, larks=exaltation, crows=murder and cats=clutter. I do not make these things up, really check it out.

Concentration

I am having a very difficult time concentrating - only three more work days - after today until we leave for Paris! I'm sure you can tell since I am writing this from work - bad Margaret.

Goats!!

I finally saw the goats this morning. Driving down 580 and right there by the Oakland Zoo - I spied hundreds, no maybe thousands (ok, so maybe just a couple of hundred), up on the hill eating the grass. I don't know why I like to see them, but I do. Still have not read if the found the asshole that was shooting them, I guess I am just happy that whoever owns the goats did not take them and go home! And speaking of shooting, saw on the news this morning 4 dolphins washed on shore down in San Diego - all shot. Again - some asshole - with a gun shooting something that can't shoot back. Probably has a membership in the NRA - go team!