(As quoted from Michael Scott)
An update on the luggage situation: I received my luggage Sunday afternoon at approximately 3:00 p.m. Nothing was stolen, nothing out of place. But my bag does now reek of cigarette smoke. Small and insignificant complaint.
Ok, Frontier Airlines, one small apology... I'm sorry for accusing you for losing my bag. You are remaining on the punch list for charging money for snacks, but "Unknown Person who took my luggage" is being added. I can't complain, they didn't steal ANYTHING (my camera was in plain sight) and were kind enough to not even touch my clothes. Bless their heart. (They did still take the wrong suitcase, which was complete with ribbons for easy identification).
Pictures of the Michigan trip to follow!
Aug 19, 2008
Aug 16, 2008
Punch List
My mom has this list called the "Punch List." It's a list of things in our house that weren't done the way they were supposed to be. I have a punch list to compile tonight, after a somewhat hellish day of travelling. Luckily, the morning started off well and ended happily, but the in between? Meh....
A little background info: I got up at 3:30 A.M. this morning so I could catch a 7:50 flight to Denver, then another to Detroit, to visit my sister and her cute family. The day started out well because my wonderful fiance agreed to take me down. Best moment of the morning.
Punch #1- Turbulence: Because of it, I couldn't sleep on the plane.
Punch #2- Lightning: It struck my plane.
Punch #3- The Denver Airport: It's called DIET COKE, people. Your business will improve greatly when you stop serving only Pepsi.
Punch #4- The storm: Delayed my flight a half hour, causing us to just sit on the runway.
Punch #5- Frontier Airlines.
a) They were charging money for snacks. Like I'm gonna pay $3 for a little pack of nuts. Safety from said punch: They had Diet Coke.
b) They lost my luggage. Freak.
I, at the moment, have no clothes except for the ones on my back. I have no facewash, no toothpaste and, yes, no toothbrush. Gross. I'm feeling a little bit better about it now, but after 12 hours of travelling and no food whatsoever, I'm surprised I stayed as composed as I did. I'm praying I get it tomorrow. Feel free to join me in that prayer.
Redeeming quality: It all seemed so worth it when I saw my sister and my sweet little nephew standing there! I happy to be here and to share this time with them!
Frontier Airlines- After my flight home on Wednesday, you will be dead to me.
A little background info: I got up at 3:30 A.M. this morning so I could catch a 7:50 flight to Denver, then another to Detroit, to visit my sister and her cute family. The day started out well because my wonderful fiance agreed to take me down. Best moment of the morning.
Punch #1- Turbulence: Because of it, I couldn't sleep on the plane.
Punch #2- Lightning: It struck my plane.
Punch #3- The Denver Airport: It's called DIET COKE, people. Your business will improve greatly when you stop serving only Pepsi.
Punch #4- The storm: Delayed my flight a half hour, causing us to just sit on the runway.
Punch #5- Frontier Airlines.
a) They were charging money for snacks. Like I'm gonna pay $3 for a little pack of nuts. Safety from said punch: They had Diet Coke.
b) They lost my luggage. Freak.
I, at the moment, have no clothes except for the ones on my back. I have no facewash, no toothpaste and, yes, no toothbrush. Gross. I'm feeling a little bit better about it now, but after 12 hours of travelling and no food whatsoever, I'm surprised I stayed as composed as I did. I'm praying I get it tomorrow. Feel free to join me in that prayer.
Redeeming quality: It all seemed so worth it when I saw my sister and my sweet little nephew standing there! I happy to be here and to share this time with them!
Frontier Airlines- After my flight home on Wednesday, you will be dead to me.
Aug 6, 2008
The Wilson... No More?!
"What's in a name?"
Well... depends. If you ask my father, there is much to be held up from the last name "Wilson." Wilsons are not heathens. Wilsons eat with napkins on their laps, Wilsons have good manners and are polite. Wilsons are responsible. Wilsons follow behind the car in front of them closely when making a left-hand turn.
Don't get me wrong, my father instilled some great values in my mind growing up.
Where is this all leading?
I recently had an epiphany.
With accepting this wonderful man to become my husband, I will also be taking on his last name. Therefore, will I really be "The Wilson" much longer??? I'll be honest, I am thrilled at the thought of becoming a Cutler, but "The Cutler" just doesn't sound quite the same as "The Wilson." It's a good thing my friend Parker, who christened the name upon me, is in Hong Kong and therefore not here to object the dropping of my nickname. He would not be pleased.
So... in becoming a Cutler, of course I will be taking on my fabulous table manners, my respect for elders and nervous driving qualities with me, but I wonder what do Cutlers do? Hmmmm... if my children someday have horrible table manners, would I go so far as to remind them that they are Wilsons, and that Wilsons are not heathens? I might.
I suppose my parents can rest in peace knowing that many of the things they taught me in my life are burned into my brain.
Poor kids.
Anyways, just a heads up that I'll be changing my blog's URL at some point in December. MONTHS away, I know. Oh, yeah- I just noticed that my blog title will also have to go. Any suggestions? Feel free to leave a comment.
*I know for a fact that the Cutlers have wonderful traits attached to their name, too. In no way is this a lament for becoming a Cutler. I actually think Haley Cutler sounds quite nice.
Well... depends. If you ask my father, there is much to be held up from the last name "Wilson." Wilsons are not heathens. Wilsons eat with napkins on their laps, Wilsons have good manners and are polite. Wilsons are responsible. Wilsons follow behind the car in front of them closely when making a left-hand turn.
Don't get me wrong, my father instilled some great values in my mind growing up.
Where is this all leading?
I recently had an epiphany.
With accepting this wonderful man to become my husband, I will also be taking on his last name. Therefore, will I really be "The Wilson" much longer??? I'll be honest, I am thrilled at the thought of becoming a Cutler, but "The Cutler" just doesn't sound quite the same as "The Wilson." It's a good thing my friend Parker, who christened the name upon me, is in Hong Kong and therefore not here to object the dropping of my nickname. He would not be pleased.
So... in becoming a Cutler, of course I will be taking on my fabulous table manners, my respect for elders and nervous driving qualities with me, but I wonder what do Cutlers do? Hmmmm... if my children someday have horrible table manners, would I go so far as to remind them that they are Wilsons, and that Wilsons are not heathens? I might.
I suppose my parents can rest in peace knowing that many of the things they taught me in my life are burned into my brain.
Poor kids.
Anyways, just a heads up that I'll be changing my blog's URL at some point in December. MONTHS away, I know. Oh, yeah- I just noticed that my blog title will also have to go. Any suggestions? Feel free to leave a comment.
*I know for a fact that the Cutlers have wonderful traits attached to their name, too. In no way is this a lament for becoming a Cutler. I actually think Haley Cutler sounds quite nice.
Aug 4, 2008
Unofficially Official...
Yes, people, I KNOW. Open mouth, insert foot. You're smart, I'm dumb, you were right, I was wrong. You're beautiful, so wise, and practically psychic. Is that enough for you?
The big announcement...
I'm engaged.
Gasp.
Well... technically, I'm unofficially officially engaged. I don't have a ring yet. But we have a date (December 20th), and caterer (shameless plug for Hamilton's) and I MIGHT have a dress. But no ring. Well, we've picked one. We're just waiting.
It was one of those things that calling each other a boyfriend or a girlfriend just didn't seem to do it for us. It wasn't enough. So... we figured, Heck! We've got a date, we're planning, let's say we're engaged and be done with it.
I promise, BIG PICS when the ring finally is here. I'm anxious to get the first big step (ring) out of the way.
Just a pic to give you an idea of what my ring looks like...
Pretty much similar, white gold, and solitaire round diamond. The only really big difference is that this is a tension setting and mine is not. Tension settings made me nervous. I felt the need to ask the salesmen if the diamonds ever pop out. Pretty much sure he laughed at me later.
The big announcement...
I'm engaged.
Gasp.
Well... technically, I'm unofficially officially engaged. I don't have a ring yet. But we have a date (December 20th), and caterer (shameless plug for Hamilton's) and I MIGHT have a dress. But no ring. Well, we've picked one. We're just waiting.
It was one of those things that calling each other a boyfriend or a girlfriend just didn't seem to do it for us. It wasn't enough. So... we figured, Heck! We've got a date, we're planning, let's say we're engaged and be done with it.
I promise, BIG PICS when the ring finally is here. I'm anxious to get the first big step (ring) out of the way.
Just a pic to give you an idea of what my ring looks like...
Pretty much similar, white gold, and solitaire round diamond. The only really big difference is that this is a tension setting and mine is not. Tension settings made me nervous. I felt the need to ask the salesmen if the diamonds ever pop out. Pretty much sure he laughed at me later.
Aug 1, 2008
Ode to My Bubba and Some Pic Updates
Ok, this picture is a little bit outdated, but he is such a sweetie!! I leave for Michigan in two weeks from tomorrow, and I am so excited! Can't wait to see my little nephew and spend some time with my sister and bro-in-law. I can't believe how much has happened since they left, and I can't wait to catch up!
Mookie is in town for the next couple of weeks. We went to the pool today and then have a BBQ tonight. She's excited to see her "favorite friend" (aka Cameron) again. What a cute lil' girl. We don't see her very often, so it's very important and fun when she comes.
Just a fun pic... this was us at Red Robin the day Cam was coming home. A wee bit of nervousness and tenseness. But Paige and I enjoy this picture.
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