Thanksgiving 2012

This Thanksgiving was fabulous because I got to take Daniel to work. Yep we got to stay 23 hours in Lafayette, Louisiana. Now you ask where are the pictures?  I can't stand Louisiana, so I would not immortalize it. I think it should fall into the Gulf. Now I know most people are asking themselves why are you so mean to Louisiana?  I can't stand the people from there; all of them.  Every city I fly to they act like Louisiana is the only state in the US and that it is better than New York and LA and any large city in the world. Since I have been to quite a few cities in my day (small and large), I know this isn't true and what I have seen of Louisiana can seriously be worked on.

Anyway I have new reasons for Louisiana to fall into the Gulf.  Thanksgiving started off with a snag when Daniel couldn't get onto the flight that I was working. It was full, why were people going to Lafayette?  What's there except Tabasco sauce?  Daniel was able to get on the next flight so problem solved! We hung out till about dinner and started to look around for something to eat.  Well the entire town shut down for Thanksgiving; even the van driver left us stranded at the hotel with a closed restaurant.  I found out the old hotel we stayed at had a dinner and we walked over to it.

At the dinner we discovered that it was for all of the retired folks.  Daniel and I were the youngest ones with my Captain, his wife, and First Officer.  The funniest part was the food because it was geared toward people with no teeth. Very mushy.  Possibly the part that has me scratching my head is there was turkey, and gravy, but no mash potatoes.  Who doesn't have mash potatoes with Thanksgiving?  Maybe some people don't, okay, but why the gravy?  They had stuffing, beans, and 'cause it Louisiana some cajun/creole rice (I'll call crap because even by their culture standards it was a little off).  All very mushy, so are mashed potatoes.

The best was my Captain. He just started to laugh and said, "hey, look". I turned my head and there were some old ladies with martini glasses. I shrugged, he said, "what do they think this is high class dining?" I laughed and Daniel said, "What is there some age limit on martinis?  From the age 21 to 65 you are allowed to drink martinis once your 66 it's over."  We all busted up laughing because we just didn't know how much worse it could get.

The next day we did have a great breakfast, but Daniel almost didn't make it on the plane!  The stress of that with the substandard food made this Thanksgiving note worth!

PS I know call the waaambulance for me my husband got to be with me for Thanksgiving. I realize this isn't a very Thankful post, but I would like to enjoy the humor of things to show my thanks instead of little diatribes that I would soon forget.

Musings

I love to blog, but must admit I can't unless I have a picture.  It slows my process down because if I have a picture I have to scrapbook it.  It is a vicious cycle and slows the process down dramatically as I have to look for photo ops that I want to scrapbook without getting behind.  I begin to lean more towards Facebook (yes I just admitted that) because it satisfies my gossip urge as well as allow me to participate instantly with the like button. Funny part is that I still take twenty minutes to compose an answer.  This is why I make Daniel compose our Christmas card.  I don't know what he will pull out of his hat this year since we didn't celebrate our birthdays, holidays, or even our anniversary (yes we both forgot).  Sounds depressing when put on paper.  Most my vacations were canceled as well so I can't regal the world with where I've been.

Yes this is my whiny post. I  figure I should have one in case people get the misconception that I'm always happy.