I haven't even caught up with the blogs and I'm off traveling again. I think I'm up to "L" right now. There were over 1600 posts in my bloglist when I got back from the trip. I don't think I'll get much farther through that list since today I've got to prep for another junket. I still can't believe we're doing this and almost wish we weren't. No use playing that tape though, it's nonrefundable. Might as well be excited.
After Vancouver, we headed down to more milder weather in Southern California. We upgraded to first class (Alaska lets you do this for $50 if seats are available when you check in) which would have been more fun if I didn't get the chills. I was coming down with something. My first explosion came right after we deplaned. Then I shat water every ten minutes for the whole next two days. It was dreadful.
Here's Sonny, Donna's dog. I guess he's starting to get hip trouble which made me sad.
The next day we went to the racetrack with dad and grandma (who's taking this shot). It was a beautiful day but crapping ten times at the track is no gift.
I finally started to feel better for the annual gingerbread men decorating extravaganza. Here is a portion of our efforts.
On the last day, we went over to dad's. He's here with Tiki, the new chihuahua who is pretty skittish with strangers, but quite at ease in his lap.
We took the other dog, Kira, to the dog park for a walk around. I loved being around all the frolicking doggies.
That evening was our "3 Kings" celebration, a second Christmas of sorts, and the sky treated us to this wonderful display. The last sunset of the trip and it was awesome.
After Vancouver, we headed down to more milder weather in Southern California. We upgraded to first class (Alaska lets you do this for $50 if seats are available when you check in) which would have been more fun if I didn't get the chills. I was coming down with something. My first explosion came right after we deplaned. Then I shat water every ten minutes for the whole next two days. It was dreadful.
Here's Sonny, Donna's dog. I guess he's starting to get hip trouble which made me sad.
The next day we went to the racetrack with dad and grandma (who's taking this shot). It was a beautiful day but crapping ten times at the track is no gift.
I finally started to feel better for the annual gingerbread men decorating extravaganza. Here is a portion of our efforts.
On the last day, we went over to dad's. He's here with Tiki, the new chihuahua who is pretty skittish with strangers, but quite at ease in his lap.
We took the other dog, Kira, to the dog park for a walk around. I loved being around all the frolicking doggies.
That evening was our "3 Kings" celebration, a second Christmas of sorts, and the sky treated us to this wonderful display. The last sunset of the trip and it was awesome.
21 comments:
Sorry you had the va-vites! I would think though, given the right situation (i.e. being in your own home) that that va-vites would be a treat for you! lol
Chihuahuas are always skiddish. Your dad looks young!
Just look at all the blog fodder that poo bug gave you, though! And you didn't even have to go to Peru like I did.
Sorry to hear about your gastric distress. It must have been something you ate. Our blog friend Aaron over at "Go Away I'm Reading" lives in chicago. You may want to look him up. ed
I think you get your good looks from your Dad :) And you look a bit like him too.
Can't resist! You have a sexy Dad--ummm-sexy jeans (oops) I mean genes.
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P.S. Sorry you were ill.
California dreaming on such a winter's day! I had to laugh at the race track picture as the palm trees really do perfectly illustrate the legendary Dorothy Fuldheim quote, "They aren't trees! They're sticks with a few leaves at the top!" I still love a good King Palm though.
I do have to agree with others that your dad looks young. I guess it really is in the genes; you certainly don't look your age, either (whatever that means).
Have a great getaway to Chicago!
enjoy your getaway!
What a beautiful dusky sunset. Sorry about your unhappy gut. Nothing worse than not being near your own bathroom.
Have a safe trip and enjoy Chicago!
Your body language in the track picture speaks volumes, especially when you know the backstory.
Take your time going, but hurry back.
I totally was thinking the same thing as rox...
That sunset pic is fabulous.
It makes me sad you were so close and I didn't get to see you when you were here. :(
Heh... my word verification is "fooker." That makes me giggle.
GI Upset is never a good thing; especially when traveling. Although this still looks like a heck of atrip and tons of fun between the rectal outbursts.
I'm beginning to think we need to recruit you to start planning trips for us all. A new career for you as our homo-vationeer.
Hope you have a great time in Chicago, and can't wait to hear what adventures you guys set out on there!
-C
Am I weird for wishing that Grandma was in the pic? Oh well, weird it is. It's cool that you still have one. That sounds weird, too, but you know what I mean.
Kira's a great looking dog, I'm not crazy about the chihuahuas but I'm sure I'd change my mind if I were around one.
Well, it is certainly understandable that shitting water every 10 minutes for 2 days would be no picnic. I'm surprised you agreed to leave the house!
Beautiful sky!
What a whirlwind of a trip. It looks like you had a great time with family and friends, save, the GI problem. I've been away for awhile as well. Glad to read your posts.
Sorry about your issues, it's horrible when that happens when you are on vacation. What a beautiful sunset!
Loving those gingerbread men....
And enjoy chi-town...you'll have a ball.
I hope being around the doggies was healing, as well as heart-warming. Doggy love is forever!
Sorry about the Hershey squirts. That's terrible to be like that on your vacation.
The Gingerbread men look scrumptious.
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