Grumpy's Wife
Dollar Tree gal here
- Joined
- Jan 28, 2005
I've read several of your trip reports. So glad there's another one.
Ugh, laptop woes. I truly understand - it's like the endless wait for our new cell phones, which is scheduled for tomorrow, one month after ordering the initial models. Our new motto is "Electronics Hate Us". Hoping the physio people do not have that motto for me - looking forward to seeing what they recommend to me today.
I'm in. Not that I will keep up.
Kim
Got to jump on this before it is 80 pages long !! As I am not that on the Did morning noon and night person I wa s!!
I've read several of your trip reports. So glad there's another one.
Good luck on the laptop! I am sitting waiting for my UPS delivery with kinesio tape supporting the ankle that apparently had the bones jammed together and bones rubbing on bones was what was causing the pain and swelling with every step for the past month. There was a lot of bending and yanking and it all felt amazing! Stiffened up a bit overnight, and I was hoping to take the dog for a short walk to start strengthening, but since it is snowing again I have decided to binge watch Call The Midwife instead.
Good Lord! I read the "bones rubbing on bones" and...Good luck on the laptop! I am sitting waiting for my UPS delivery with kinesio tape supporting the ankle that apparently had the bones jammed together and bones rubbing on bones was what was causing the pain and swelling with every step for the past month. There was a lot of bending and yanking and it all felt amazing! Stiffened up a bit overnight, and I was hoping to take the dog for a short walk to start strengthening, but since it is snowing again I have decided to binge watch Call The Midwife instead.
, Kelly!!Geez Louise, page 3 already! I'm here and looking forward to it !
Reporting for duty! I'm looking forward to the fun!
I know, right?!?! It's as if I should have sought medical advice some time ago. I mean, I MUST heal so that I can use my Disney passes, and we all know there's a LOT of walking to be done in my future. Second physio appointment done, and she is confident enough that I can wait until Monday for my next appointment. I think now it's a bit of a mental game, as I've spent 7 months nervous about every step with that foot, so I don't trust it, but will be out walking the dog again (slowly) today.
when you return, but never does), and the bills were paid (because if the power is off, they can’t cook the Kraft Mac n Cheese they’ll resort to because cooking the chicken you bought is “way too hard”).
My connection wasn’t tight. Well, I mean it wasn’t supposed to be tight. But Friends… “tired” catches up to everyone sooner or later. I have a sinking feeling I’m about to be flamed…. again….for yet another brainless act, but well, I find it rather hilarious that when I got off the plane and across the concourse to my next gate, and reached into my bag to grab my next boarding pass, I....
HAD THE WRONG BAG!
Yep, your airhead hostess had Brian Somebody’s bag and mine was sitting at the Customer Service desk at my last gate. I quickly grabbed mine, and left Brian’s with the agent and let Southwest clean up my mess. Sorry, Brian, yours was also black and small.
My flight was scheduled for 6:00AM. Given that, I’d have had to leave my house in Salem at 3:00 AM to get to PDX, get parked, take the shuttle to the terminal, check-in and check my bag, and get to my gate for a 5:30 boarding. I don’t know about you, but 2:00 AM wake up times suck.
Let alone 3:00 drives in the rain all by yourself. The music cranked up and a large coffee can only go so far.
Like when you theoretically plan your tax withholdings correctly and then get to line 63 and mutter something like “Oh crap.”
Or when you plan a beautiful chocolate mousse and get something more akin to cold, runny chocolate fondue.
I arrived and checked in to quite possibly the sketchiest dump I’d ever stayed in. Trust me, I’ve stayed in some dives before, but this particular Ramada Inn was run down, had less-than-savory looking guys loitering in their cars near the entrance like they were casing the place, and the lobby reeked of stale smoke.
I started to wonder if my rig would last when I saw a guy trying to shove a coat hanger down the window on a compact 2 spots over.
I certainly wasn’t going to confront him being a single chick in a back parking lot.
I gathered my schtuff, and hefted it into my room, bolted the door
Hmmm….. Jimmy Johns: “I’m sorry miss, we don’t deliver to that location.” Strike 1.
Random nearby Chinese Food Place: “We’re sorry; we only deliver with a minimum food order of $30.” Strike 2
Yelp food review for on site location : “The food here is disgusting. Worse than slop from a pig trough.” Strike 3.
Pizza Hut….. You’re my only hope!
But, apparently, it is not kosher to answer the door in a towel for a pizza.
There was no bathtub plug.
Seriously?!
Does this update seem a bit ranty to you?
Enough to feed 4 people, in fact.
Who knew Pizza Hut could crank out a tasty anything other than pizza?
The delivery guy handed me an entire 2 liter bottle of Sprite
90% of that went down the drain and 75% of the pasta went into the trash, as well as 100% of the breadsticks. It’s just little ol’ me and little ol’ me doesn’t eat a whole lot. Even when it’s tasty and I’m hangry.
Ooooooooooooooooooor not. Clearly this motel was used for other…. purposes. Groovy.
I gave up. It was evident this trip was NOT going to start out with me rested at all; it was starting to feel like one of my marathon travel gigs from a former life- cross Atlantic, then cross Asia 36-hour deals. I was tired.
Somehow, I did manage about 2 hours of “sleep”, but 3:30 came pretty flippin’ early.
Always a good sign when the plane is there waiting!
I passed the time by doing the mandatory funky Portland tradition of a foot selfie with our airport carpet.
you can buy every kind of Portland Airport souvenir you could ever want from keychains to mugs- my own daughter has a t-shirt. It’s just what we do.
Someone certainly has a sense of humor.
I have a sinking feeling I’m about to be flamed…. again….for yet another brainless act, but well, I find it rather hilarious that when I got off the plane and across the concourse to my next gate, and reached into my bag to grab my next boarding pass, I....
HAD THE WRONG BAG!
Sorry, Brian, yours was also black and small.
There was QUITE a lot of turbulence- so much so the seatbelt light was on for most of the trip
I got some snapshots of the offending cells that nearly made me pull out the little white bag for the first time in forever.
Mom and Dad were there to meet me (Mom didn't look so good)
I hope they found what they were looking for, and more.
I don’t feel comfortable sharing all the ups and downs of Mom’s recovery from her knee replacement,
it was not a fun time for anyone involved, especially her. She had FAR more than her fair share of complications and each one was a struggle to work through.
But, during my stay, we had some fabulous meals out including some incredible Indian food; I watched a pretty good foreign film called Cinema Paradiso, and got some good visits in with my sister who lives there as well. I helped out as best I could by cleaning and running errands and cooking and well… just encouraging.
It was hard, but I’m so glad I was able to spend the week with my folks at a rather dark time for Mom.
I don’t know about you, but 2:00 AM wake up times suck. Let alone 3:00 drives in the rain all by yourself. The music cranked up and a large coffee can only go so far.
I arrived and checked in to quite possibly the sketchiest dump I’d ever stayed in.
Super duper! A scummy place to try and get some much needed pre-flight snoozing.
I started to wonder if my rig would last when I saw a guy trying to shove a coat hanger down the window on a compact 2 spots over.
Hmmm….. Jimmy Johns: “I’m sorry miss, we don’t deliver to that location.” Strike 1.
Random nearby Chinese Food Place: “We’re sorry; we only deliver with a minimum food order of $30.” Strike 2
Yelp food review for on site location : “The food here is disgusting. Worse than slop from a pig trough.” Strike 3.
Pizza Hut….. You’re my only hope!
Does this update seem a bit ranty to you?
There was no bathtub plug.
Seriously?!
I tried to use a hand towel to stop the drain and it worked enough that I could soap up and soak for a few minutes before turning off the lights.
Ooooooooooooooooooor not. Clearly this motel was used for other…. purposes. Groovy.
I gave up. It was evident this trip was NOT going to start out with me rested at all;
Our PDX carpet has its own FB page and website;
reached into my bag to grab my next boarding pass, I....
HAD THE WRONG BAG!
Sorry, Brian, yours was also black and small.
Love me some government intrusion.
I don’t feel comfortable sharing all the ups and downs of Mom’s recovery from her knee replacement, except to say, that it was not a fun time for anyone involved, especially her.
Super duper! A scummy place to try and get some much needed pre-flight snoozing.
I started to wonder if my rig would last when I saw a guy trying to shove a coat hanger down the window on a compact 2 spots over.
This gives me images of the Motel 6 in Buttonwillow, CA on I-5 headed to Disneyland. We made a reservation there once on the way down to Disneyland. Never, ever again. Obviously the local business is the tourist business all the way around.
Pizza Hut….. You’re my only hope!
I somehow picture some pimply kid with a cape.
Does this update seem a bit ranty to you?
No, I'd be ranting a lot more~
Ooooooooooooooooooor not. Clearly this motel was used for other…. purposes. Groovy.
My imagination is pretty funny here.
I....
HAD THE WRONG BAG!
My life!
I got settled in for my week's stay. Love me some government intrusion. I hope they found what they were looking for, and more.
Their body searches are loads of fun too!
It would end up costing me the same amount as parking my car in the Economy Lot for 14 days- roughly $10/day. Not bad. Plus, theoretically, I’d get some sleep too.
I arrived and checked in to quite possibly the sketchiest dump I’d ever stayed in.
I gathered my schtuff, and hefted it into my room, bolted the door and got myself organized for my 4:20 AM shuttle.
Pizza Hut….. You’re my only hope!
I gave up. It was evident this trip was NOT going to start out with me rested at all; it was starting to feel like one of my marathon travel gigs from a former life- cross Atlantic, then cross Asia 36-hour deals. I was tired.
Always a good sign when the plane is there waiting!
HAD THE WRONG BAG!
I got some snapshots of the offending cells that nearly made me pull out the little white bag for the first time in forever.
After seeing this:
It was hard, but I’m so glad I was able to spend the week with my folks at a rather dark time for Mom.
Or when you plan a beautiful chocolate mousse and get something more akin to cold, runny chocolate fondue.
Cinema Paradiso,
No worries, Liesa.I see lots of replies are due here! Been a long weekend with a birthday dinner and a wedding. So less DISTime than I'd have liked. I'll get replies up tomorrow for sure!! Hope everyone had a fantastic weekend!