A Diamond, cool then warm
And we're off ... again - Portland/Vancouver Bound!
Detroit NWA tunnel - awesome!
My day began early for a Sunday. I was up ten minutes before my self-prescribed 6am. I felt good having cut myself off from drinking during the OSU game at halftime save for one victory beer after the game ended. We probably were asleep by 11pm too.
I carried on with my morning routine like any other day. I brushed my teeth, pee’d, took my vitamins and made a pot of coffee before cranking out some exercises. My plan, working backwards from our flight’s departure time, called for me to be back fro ma run by 8am. That would give me plenty of pad on both sides for any unforeseen extra actions I’d need to take prior to departing.
Mindy had already requested a wake-up time of 7am, so after taking care of all the above stated business, and then walking Ykraps, I took her a cup of coffee. In our bed I found Jacob where I would usually be lying, snuggling close to his momma as he often likes to do.
Back downstairs I blogged for Saturday while the events were still fresh in my personal storage. It’s been a while since I have documented the weekend on the weekend. Most often I do that on Monday, which takes some doing to recollect. Generally, though, once I get going, it all begins to flow like it just happened. But it wasn’t always like that. It’s an acquired skill.
A little after 715am I sprung from my computer chair and dawned my back-up running attire (The my A & B sets being clean and packed). The only familiar running gear were my shoes. I decided once out the door, that I would remain in the subdivision in lieu of taking the Trabue route – no sense tempting fate this AM. After all, I had a lot on my mind and didn’t want to be dodging traffic too.
I returned from my run feeling victorious and awfully sweaty. It was about 7:55am. Mindy was already out of the shower and half dressed. We were expecting ‘JaMaken’ around 9am to pick-up the kids. As the clock ticked, I was getting more nervous as the ever pressing secretive deadline I had arranged was fast approaching.
Mindy was baking bacon and preparing scrambled eggs for all of us. I used the time to blog and tie up a few loose ends. As we sat for breakfast – just after 9am, JaMaken showed up to get the kids. We offered him food but he chose instead to just site and chat. Soon it was time. While Jim preparing to depart with the kids, I snuck upstairs to grab the jewels. We said our goodbyes and gave out liberal hugs. In part to ease the mounting tension, I carried all the suit cases to the car but couldn’t put them in to the Trooper until Jim backed out. He had the tailgate blocked. Jim was soon gone,. Suddenly I found myself alone with Mindy. I haven’t been so nervous in God knows how long. I told Mindy it was time to go. The little voice inside my head (the scared one) tried to conjure up another reason to delay! I paced nervously. Mindy said she wanted to check her email just before we left. I was ready to do the deed. Crap!
I could take no more. While she plucked away at her email, and then my blog of all things, I approached her from behind, called out her full name. I told her that my heart was r acing faster than ever before. As she turned in wonder I asked her to marry me and presented her with the ring, still enclosed in the Diamond Cellar box. She seemed more than surprised and I think we both shed a tear or two. She, now equally nervous, accepted and opened the box. She handed the ring back to me to place it on her shaking left ring finger. I slid it on all the way to her knuckle where it stopped. She took over form there and pushed it the rest of the way on. Finally, it was done! Mindy shall be my wife.
We left for the airport at 9:45am and were there in the Blue Lot by 10:00am. It’s a fast trip. With little trouble, we were in the terminal checking our bags five minutes later. We had almost 1.5 hours to burn before our flight departed. We strolled casually towards the security check point. Trouble! Apparently the liquid limitation issue was lost on Mindy. She had two items clearly violating the policy and the TSA folks weren’t going to be flexible. It was either leave them behind or possibly mail them home. One of the items was a $50 bottle of Calvin Klein Cologne I bought for her recently. I wasn’t pleased. She went to mail the items home while I passed through security safely.
Mindy returned ten minutes later and explained that the items were too large to fit in the mail slot so she took them to the kind lady we met earlier at Bath & Body, gave her $20 bucks and our address. She said she’d ship them to our home. What ever was left, was all hers for the kind act. In the end, not such a bad thing.
At our gate, B-36, we sat and waited patiently for our plane to board. Our trip would take us first to Detroit, then to Minneapolis, and finally onto Portland. Detroit was gray and snowy but nothing on the ground. Our original plans called for a quick 40 minute layover and because we had to change concourses, we no time at all. We hurried ourselves to our departing concourse only to arrive and learn the departing flight was delayed. We weren’t too upset because we had a planned 2 hour and forty minute layover in Minny anyhow. Here or there, we figured. We didn’t like having to change gates last minute due to mechanical issues. We left Detroit 50 minutes later than scheduled.
We arrived in Minny close to 4pm local time (5pm ET). Again, we had 1.5 hours before our scheduled departure so we found ourselves some fast food – A&W rootbeer & burgers. After woofing down our meal and heading tot our gate we learned our next flight was delayed an hour. Shit- again! We called Glenn to let him in our delay. We’d be an hour later than originally scheduled. The next thing we learned was that our flight gate had changed again. We had to relocate to concourse ‘G’ from ‘C’. That ended up being a long ten minute walk. We were already exhausted! Finally at our new gate, we sat and watched NFL football on the plasma TV. We met a young lady from Portland who gave us a $35 flight voucher she had been given by NWA for transgressions during her trip. She was nice, funny, and also a bit annoying. She talked with Mindy for a long time.
Finally, we boarded our Portland bound flight at 6:15pm Minny time. It was a 3.5 hour flight. It already seemed as if we had been traveling all day long. But, in the end, that’s all part of it. We read and slept through the final leg of our journey out west. Come 8:05pm we landed in Portland. We quickly spotted Glenn waiting just outside of baggage claim as we grabbed our four checked pieces of luggage. Soon we were being whisked back to his house. I needed a beer!
We arrived at Glenn’s around 9:15pm. We settled in quickly. I cracked a beer, and Mindy some wine. We chatted for about an hour. Mindy, put on her pajamas and excused herself to bed at 10pm PT. Glenn and I went out for a beer after two at home. We found our way to the Hilton at Esther Short Park. It’s a trendy upscale bar. We’ve come along way form the hole in the wall kind of pubs we used to frequent when visiting. We caught up on all the recent goings ons in each of our lives. We shared a plate of deep fried calamari and each had a pint of JubeAle.
I was beat. It was near midnight (3am ET). I needed to sleep. Glenn drove by a few other establishments on our way home. I sensed that he wasn’t ready to call it a night. I could take no more, however. Each place we cruised by was either closed or empty. We were back at his place by midnight. I excused myself and turned in. I was very, very tired.
More to come...
A Diamond, cool then warm
And we're off ... again - Portland/Vancouver Bound!
Detroit NWA tunnel - awesome!
My day began early for a Sunday. I was up ten minutes before my self-prescribed 6am. I felt good having cut myself off from drinking during the OSU game at halftime save for one victory beer after the game ended. We probably were asleep by 11pm too.
I carried on with my morning routine like any other day. I brushed my teeth, pee’d, took my vitamins and made a pot of coffee before cranking out some exercises. My plan, working backwards from our flight’s departure time, called for me to be back fro ma run by 8am. That would give me plenty of pad on both sides for any unforeseen extra actions I’d need to take prior to departing.
Mindy had already requested a wake-up time of 7am, so after taking care of all the above stated business, and then walking Ykraps, I took her a cup of coffee. In our bed I found Jacob where I would usually be lying, snuggling close to his momma as he often likes to do.
Back downstairs I blogged for Saturday while the events were still fresh in my personal storage. It’s been a while since I have documented the weekend on the weekend. Most often I do that on Monday, which takes some doing to recollect. Generally, though, once I get going, it all begins to flow like it just happened. But it wasn’t always like that. It’s an acquired skill.
A little after 715am I sprung from my computer chair and dawned my back-up running attire (The my A & B sets being clean and packed). The only familiar running gear were my shoes. I decided once out the door, that I would remain in the subdivision in lieu of taking the Trabue route – no sense tempting fate this AM. After all, I had a lot on my mind and didn’t want to be dodging traffic too.
I returned from my run feeling victorious and awfully sweaty. It was about 7:55am. Mindy was already out of the shower and half dressed. We were expecting ‘JaMaken’ around 9am to pick-up the kids. As the clock ticked, I was getting more nervous as the ever pressing secretive deadline I had arranged was fast approaching.
Mindy was baking bacon and preparing scrambled eggs for all of us. I used the time to blog and tie up a few loose ends. As we sat for breakfast – just after 9am, JaMaken showed up to get the kids. We offered him food but he chose instead to just site and chat. Soon it was time. While Jim preparing to depart with the kids, I snuck upstairs to grab the jewels. We said our goodbyes and gave out liberal hugs. In part to ease the mounting tension, I carried all the suit cases to the car but couldn’t put them in to the Trooper until Jim backed out. He had the tailgate blocked. Jim was soon gone,. Suddenly I found myself alone with Mindy. I haven’t been so nervous in God knows how long. I told Mindy it was time to go. The little voice inside my head (the scared one) tried to conjure up another reason to delay! I paced nervously. Mindy said she wanted to check her email just before we left. I was ready to do the deed. Crap!
I could take no more. While she plucked away at her email, and then my blog of all things, I approached her from behind, called out her full name. I told her that my heart was r acing faster than ever before. As she turned in wonder I asked her to marry me and presented her with the ring, still enclosed in the Diamond Cellar box. She seemed more than surprised and I think we both shed a tear or two. She, now equally nervous, accepted and opened the box. She handed the ring back to me to place it on her shaking left ring finger. I slid it on all the way to her knuckle where it stopped. She took over form there and pushed it the rest of the way on. Finally, it was done! Mindy shall be my wife.
We left for the airport at 9:45am and were there in the Blue Lot by 10:00am. It’s a fast trip. With little trouble, we were in the terminal checking our bags five minutes later. We had almost 1.5 hours to burn before our flight departed. We strolled casually towards the security check point. Trouble! Apparently the liquid limitation issue was lost on Mindy. She had two items clearly violating the policy and the TSA folks weren’t going to be flexible. It was either leave them behind or possibly mail them home. One of the items was a $50 bottle of Calvin Klein Cologne I bought for her recently. I wasn’t pleased. She went to mail the items home while I passed through security safely.
Mindy returned ten minutes later and explained that the items were too large to fit in the mail slot so she took them to the kind lady we met earlier at Bath & Body, gave her $20 bucks and our address. She said she’d ship them to our home. What ever was left, was all hers for the kind act. In the end, not such a bad thing.
At our gate, B-36, we sat and waited patiently for our plane to board. Our trip would take us first to Detroit, then to Minneapolis, and finally onto Portland. Detroit was gray and snowy but nothing on the ground. Our original plans called for a quick 40 minute layover and because we had to change concourses, we no time at all. We hurried ourselves to our departing concourse only to arrive and learn the departing flight was delayed. We weren’t too upset because we had a planned 2 hour and forty minute layover in Minny anyhow. Here or there, we figured. We didn’t like having to change gates last minute due to mechanical issues. We left Detroit 50 minutes later than scheduled.
We arrived in Minny close to 4pm local time (5pm ET). Again, we had 1.5 hours before our scheduled departure so we found ourselves some fast food – A&W rootbeer & burgers. After woofing down our meal and heading tot our gate we learned our next flight was delayed an hour. Shit- again! We called Glenn to let him in our delay. We’d be an hour later than originally scheduled. The next thing we learned was that our flight gate had changed again. We had to relocate to concourse ‘G’ from ‘C’. That ended up being a long ten minute walk. We were already exhausted! Finally at our new gate, we sat and watched NFL football on the plasma TV. We met a young lady from Portland who gave us a $35 flight voucher she had been given by NWA for transgressions during her trip. She was nice, funny, and also a bit annoying. She talked with Mindy for a long time.
Finally, we boarded our Portland bound flight at 6:15pm Minny time. It was a 3.5 hour flight. It already seemed as if we had been traveling all day long. But, in the end, that’s all part of it. We read and slept through the final leg of our journey out west. Come 8:05pm we landed in Portland. We quickly spotted Glenn waiting just outside of baggage claim as we grabbed our four checked pieces of luggage. Soon we were being whisked back to his house. I needed a beer!
We arrived at Glenn’s around 9:15pm. We settled in quickly. I cracked a beer, and Mindy some wine. We chatted for about an hour. Mindy, put on her pajamas and excused herself to bed at 10pm PT. Glenn and I went out for a beer after two at home. We found our way to the Hilton at Esther Short Park. It’s a trendy upscale bar. We’ve come along way form the hole in the wall kind of pubs we used to frequent when visiting. We caught up on all the recent goings ons in each of our lives. We shared a plate of deep fried calamari and each had a pint of JubeAle.
I was beat. It was near midnight (3am ET). I needed to sleep. Glenn drove by a few other establishments on our way home. I sensed that he wasn’t ready to call it a night. I could take no more, however. Each place we cruised by was either closed or empty. We were back at his place by midnight. I excused myself and turned in. I was very, very tired.
More to come...
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