I am a Children’s Librarian living in the Portland, Oregon area. When I am not Children’s Librianing I like to play with cameras and film. I also like playing the ukulele, knitting, sketching, and hiking.
If you want to play, put your mp3 player or iTunes player on random and blog the first 10 songs.
Here we go:
Red Hill Mining Town. U2. The Joshua Tree.
A song from my High School years. Reminds me that I need to tell you about the new turntable I recently inherited.
For what it’s worth. Willie Nelson. Stars and Guitars.
I LOVE WILLIE NELSON.
Basket Case. Green Day. Dookie.
Old Green Day. Killer.
In Limbo. Radiohead. KidA.
Kid A had to be one of the most brilliant albums of all time. Just sit by yourself and listen to this album sometime. Do nothing else but listen to it. You will see what I am talking about.
Love that never dies. The Byrds. 20 Essential Tracks.
I like the Byrds, I suppose. This song is kind of bland, though.
Emenius Sleepus. Green Day. Dookie.
Another old Green Day song? Killer.
Tales of Brave Ulysses. Cream. The very best of Cream.
Hmm. It seems we are either on an old Green Day theme or an old hippie theme tonight.
Fashion. David Bowie.
No album cover for this one. Great song, though! I remember this video on Mtv when I was in Junior High. “We are the goon squad and we’re coming to town. Beep beep!” How could you not love these lyrics?
One Love. Bob Marley. Legend.
This is one of my all-time favorite songs. I can’t help but sing along.
Red Temple Prayer (Two headed dog). Roky Erickson and the Bleibalien. Songs of the Seventies: Punk and New WAve.
No album image for this one, either. I don’t believe I’ve ever heard this song.
that was fun! now it’s time to go eat leftever turkey. Have a great evening!
If you haven’t read the first part of this adventure story you can find it here.
So, while I was in Spokane, visiting over Christmas, it snowed. I mean it really snowed. It was actually kind of fun, though. Living in California, I hadn’t seen snow in ages. So I borrowed some warm winter clothes from my family and had fun in it.
Two weeks pass and it’s time for me to come home. I get on the plane in Spokane just fine. I fly to Seattle without a hitch. I even get on the plane to San Jose without much of a delay. But when I got on the plane? We sat on the tarmac for at least an hour. They had to de-ice the plane. ugh. It was annoying. I remember sitting next to a woman who talked to me about how horrible the job situation was in California. I had told her that I was planning on being a teacher and she went on and on about how there were no jobs for teachers. She was so negative and it really depressed me.
We finally took off and were in the air. This was another evening flight and it was very late by the time we were in the air. The flight itself was fine. The lady next to me stopped talking and fell asleep. I probably took a bit of a nap, too.
Then we got to the Bay Area. We got all the way to the San Jose Airport when the captain said we couldn’t land at the San Jose Airport. San Jose has a really stupid city ordinance that prohibits any flights from landing after midnight. And it was, like, ten minutes after midnight. So we couldn’t land in San Jose. So the flight was diverted back up to Oakland and we landed there. No problem on a plane. It’s like a 15 minute or less diversion. But the drive from Oakland to San Jose is about 45 minutes. I was tired. It was after midnight. And, again, I didn’t know how I was going to contact my boyfriend (now my husband) who was supposed to pick me up. And was there at the San Jose Airport waiting for me. This was before cell-phones were widely available for people to carry around with them.
So we got to Oakland and landed. I remember waiting at Oakland and talking to this guy, telling him about my horrible travel experience on this trip. I told him I would never fly Alaska Airlines ever again.
I can’t remember if we were bussed to San Jose or if Raf picked me up from Oakland. It was nearly 2:00 AM by the time I made it home to Menlo Park. I was never happier to be home in my entire life. I just wanted to crash. I was exhausted. I was looking forward to nothing more than my cuddly, cozy bed and sleeping for 12 hours.
The kicker? When I opened the door I set off the house alarm. I was a live-in nanny at the time. I woke up the family when I walked in the door at 2AM. My boss, the mom was so freaked out by the alarm that she called the police because she wasn’t expecting me home.
The family of Melinda Duckett, a Florida woman who shot herself to death after being forcefully questioned by CNN’s Nancy Grace about her son’s disappearance, sued the network and the Headline News host on Tuesday, claiming they bear responsibility for her death.
I hope she is sued for every dime she’s worth and then dissappears into oblivion.
Have I ever mentioned how much I hate Nancy Grace? Oh I have? Okay.
Lolly asked if we had our own nightmare travel story after an especially awful flight out of San Francisco. Oooh boy. Do I ever have a doosy.
It was a Christmas trip. I was traveling home to Spokane from San Jose. And it was several years ago. This happened when I was still a Nanny, living in Menlo Park, CA.
I think I am going to remember this correctly. I may be smushing a couple of bad experiences together. But I really don’t think so. I think all of the following happened in the same trip.
It all started in the San Jose Airport. My flight to Seattle was late. The plane coming from L.A. had some problems, or there were weather issues. I can’t remember what was wrong. Regardless, it was very late. I was going to miss my connection to Spokane by the time I got to Seattle. And since this was an evening flight, there would be no more flights from Seattle to Spokane until the morning. After some complaining I got a free overnight stay at a hotel in Seattle, and a free meal. I believe the airlines was not even going to do that for me, but I complained loud enough and they put me up for the night. I’m sorry, a young, single girl sleeping alone in the Seattle Airport all night? I don’t think so.
Okay, so I got to Seattle, got to my hotel and crashed until 5:00AM or so. I was on the first flight to Spokane. I got to the airport and learned that, for some reason, I could not take the first flight. So I waited for the next flight. I got on the plane and we actually took off on our way to Spokane. Finally. It’s about a 30-40 minute flight from Spokane to Seattle. We had flown all the way to Spokane. I could see the city below me. I could make out all of the familiar buildings from the Airplane. I was so excited to finally be home so I could begin my Christmas vacation with my family. Unfortunately, the captain’s voice on the loudspeaker said, “it’s too foggy to land. We are going to have to turn around and go back to Seattle.” What? WTF was I going to do? How was I going to tell my Mom, who was already at the airport, what what was going on? I was alone and, at this point, kind of stressed. And I was tired. I didn’t get much sleep the night before in the hotel. So, I will admit it, I silently wept when I heard the news.
We got back to Seattle. The airline arranged to bus all of the Spokane Travelers to the Spokane Airport. So we all ended up at a central place and waited for what seemed like hours before we were all herded onto buses. I remember having a conversation with an older man while I waited about how horrible the winters in Fairbanks are, with no light all winter.
The flight to Spokane from Seattle is a short 30 or so minutes. The drive? In winter on a bus? I think it was about 7 or 8 hours. Now at the time of this experience I didn’t have knitting to turn to to keep me sane. And Ipods were not invented yet. I seriously don’t know what I did on the trip. I probably read a bit. I have a difficult time reading when I am traveling by plane or car. So I probably didn’t spend very much time reading. I probably spent most of my time staring out the window, pissed.
I finally made it to Spokane and my Mom was waiting for me. I had never been so happy to be in Spokane in my life. It was a horrible experience.
But the experience wasn’t over. There was the trip home.
I feel like I should stop there. I think I will continue this tomorrow. So stay tuned!
