I had a funny thing happen on they way to the forum tonight…

On my flight from Denver to Detroit, before we took off, the entire flight crew, minus the pilots, came walking by talking about looking for a container , didn’t really say what they were looking for, but all of a sudden stopped at my row, there were five of them, all of a sudden staring at the container at my feet.

They are looking very intently and I look up and see them looking and trying not to ask. I hold up the container and ask if this is what they want. They asked what it was.

KALE CHIPS people! Oh my goodness! If you knew me, you’d know how ridiculous this was!

One of the flight attendants said, well, what’s legal in Colorado isn’t legal in Michigan. Really? And, you never can tell. Oh brother! I kept thinking, who would be dumb enough to have it just sitting there?

As soon as I told them what it was, everyone for about five rows was laughing hysterically! I did offer to share! Tasty treat, to eat, haven’t tried to smoke it!

Is there an unwritten, or maybe written, rule somewhere that says you have to wear a robe when you answer the door?

Have you ever noticed in movies and TV when people get out of bed, they automatically put on a robe to answer the door or just leave the bedroom. Traditionally, I only wear a robe when I get out of the bath and it’s terry cloth.

I got DCM a robe of sweatshirt material, it’s long, long sleeve, has a hood and a batman logo. We put the hood on, laugh and say in that perfect Christian Bale voice “I’m Batman!”. I got it for him for when he goes on the deck, so he doesn’t always have to wear a jacket, it’s warm and toasty. So of course, I have to borrow it from time to time, I put it on like a sweater.

I understand an honest to goodness terry cloth robe to dry off or just getting out of the tub, flannel to keep warm, what I don’t get is people wearing a silk or silky robe, just to cover their jammies, a fashion statement.

Totally random, huh?

Or falling on it is closer to the truth.

In case you didn’t get my Meaning,I fell on my rump. I heard that expression when I doing a mud run a few years ago and I thought it was great and now I use it often.

I got a real treat when some of the classes I was supposed to co-teach this Week were cancelled, so I was able to extend my time at home to a week! This is the first time I’m home for more than 2 days since the project started in February!

So…Yesterday I decided to go skiing. First time in a while!

I did some work in the morning then headed to Keystone, I knew I would Work when I got home. I got to the parking lot, geared up and walked to the gondola only to find out that Keystone closed for the season the day before-pook. A very nice EMT offered to give me a ride to my Car, so nice!

I Kept my Ski boots on and drove to A-basin which was just a few miles Up the road. Parked and headed to the lift, almost closer than the gondola.

I did a few runs, the snow it as wasn’t as Soft and fluffy as it’s been, a little slushy, but not too bad. I decided on the next run to head higher up. Some of these blue square intermediate hills were a little more, well, intermediate, some a little Steep, but I came up And there’s only one way down.

there Was one Section of a slope that was particularly steep and there were three of us wondering what we had gotten ourselves into! One woman sidestepped her way down, I decided to have a sit down and while I sat there, I realized I wouldn’t be able to get my skis back on so I held them and the poles and slid down “on my personality”.

It was actually fun! I slid and stopped and slid and stopped until I got to the bottom of this one short hill, then got up, put my skis back on and skied back down the mountain.

I had some lunch and headed home, got more work done and then called it a day. All in all, a good day.

and… happy to report, my personality remains intact!

My excuse…I have been up since 6:30am eastern (4:30am central), traveled back to Colorado and have been going, going, going since I got home and I’ve fallen asleep a few times while we were on the couch.

So I am going to take my tired tush to bed. I asked DCM if I had to blog. Would it be weird if I didn’t he said “only to me” and he was right. So here is your post.

I hope you had a great day. Goodnight!

So says DCM.

That was after he read my post from last night which had more typos than I am proud of. Part of the problem was that for some reason my phone added extra characters and letters to certain words, the other problem was that I was beyond tired and actually fell asleep in the middle of writing. [at least I wasn’t driving!]

As I mentioned at the end of my post, I had to get up in a few hours, I had been up since 5:30 that morning with very little sleep, so there are my excuses and I apologize to you for the typos and such, but, in the end, I hope the meaning and message I was trying to convey with my post came through.

Today, I was in the building that inspired the post and there were so many other signs I thought about telling you about, but no need, you knew what I meant, right?

Ok, moving on, tomorrow is a new day and a new post!

Goodnight!

There are signs that are important, Warnings even, but aren’t we grown ups, can’t we figure this stuff out?

So this post was inspired by the sign on the inside of the stall door in the bathroom.

I don’t know what’s on the doors in the men’s room, but according to the sign in the ladies room, we are not smart enough to know not to throw anything more than toilet paper down the toilet.

There are trash receptacles everywhere, in the stall, by the sinks, by the door, everywhere. Unfortunately, offices, restaurants, stores all have signs instructing people “Please do put anyhg more than toilet paper in the toilet.”

Seriously? who among us over middle school or high school age, doesn’t know that rule?only TP in the toilet, anything bigger will clog the pipes.

0k, There is more I can say on this it could be a novel, but I’ve got to get up in a few hours. and I’ve given you something to think about it.