Non rev travel

Today was our travel day to PDX. My wife and I woke up at 4:45am to finish getting ready for our 6:23 departure from ALS to DEN. We arrived in DEN about 7:30, to try and make a connecting flight to PDX which was leaving at 8:10. The gate was a mad house – just crammed with people. The wifey and kid number two were lucky enough to be the last two people on the first plane to PDX. Let the adventure begin for myself and kid number one. We walked the terminal, rode the train between concourses, and kid number one was entertained with Netflix until our next flight departing at 12:30. After wading through the masses to get to our gate, we learned we were not to get on the flight. The next four hours were filled with more Netflix, coloring, chess, and kid number one attempting to meet new friends. We moved closer to our gate and I swear it felt like we were a herd of cattle. Of course we didn’t make the flight because it seemed like everyone in DIA was trying to fly to PDX. The last four hours had us giving up hope, and settling on a hotel for the night and a fresh start/new try for a flight in the morning. However, we stuck to it hoping to get on the last flight out. Kid number one kept meeting people and she was able to play with a fellow five year old, watch more Netflix, and more coloring. The masses came out again for this last flight to PDX and it wasn’t looking good. With all the ticketed passengers boarded, and the fellow non revenue passengers looking anxiously at the gate agent, we were fully ready to trudge to the hotel island and wait for a shuttle. She finally called Adams party of two. Gleefully we accepted our boarding passes and headed for our seats. We made it to the back of plane and were just about to sit down when over the intercom the flight attendant pages, “Adams party of two? Please come to the front of the aircraft.” Our excitement was quickly reduced to tears. We turned around and kid number one was crying the whole way back to the concourse. With kid number one still in tears they call us again to give us another set of boarding passes, and this time we were the last two on the airplane. Talk about a stressful few moments. But we made it!!! Just another adventure to add to the airport madness chronicles. The joys of non revenue travel.

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Traveling to PDX

Today our little family will be traveling to the Portland, OR and than to Vancouver, WA for the weekend. We will be visiting one of my wife’s cousins and her family. They will be taking us to the Oregon coast one day, and I’m sure we will also check out Multnomah Falls. However, I’m looking for some suggestions on where I can take some cool Photos. If you have any knowledge of the area and can help that would be awesome.


Brennan’s Wave

One of the many cool attractions about Missoula, MT would have to be Brennan’s Wave. I never had the privilege to experience the rush of the wave itself, but I did enjoy the beauty of it. The next time I am in Missoula I will have to actually check out the wave myself. I’m not sure if I would kayak the wave, but would definitely want to take an inner tube, canoe or a raft through the wave. It just looks like so much fun.

brennan's wave b&W flat
Body Surfing the wave
brennan's wave with kayak flat
Kayaking the Wave
kayaking Brannens wave flat
Kayaking again
brennan's wave slowed down hdr flat
Wave slowed down and in HDR
brennan's wave slowed down flat
Slowing down the power
Haven’t master this technique yet!!!
brennan's wave b&w red filter flat
Brennan’s Wave in Black and White

I’m a Mom… Perfect and Real

I read a lot of blogs. I used to have my own blog but since I became a working mother, I only guest star on my husband’s blog. I am on Pinterest, Facebook and Twitter.

I get bombarded by “PERFECT PARENT” blogs all the time touting suggestions on how to save time when making meals, how to save money on groceries, how to make your own clothing, grow your own food, save on your energy bill… You would think mothering was a study in living off the grid!

HOWEVER, I also read blogs from people who are “REAL PARENTS.” These people also apparently read a lot of blogs and somehow, someone elses’ success at grocery shopping or feeding their child only organic food or homeschooling the next Einstein makes these REAL PARENTS feel inferior. They write with a bit of a chip on their should confessing to yelling at their children and locking themselves in the bathroom to cry over a failure to be the PERFECT PARENT. The PERFECT PARENT will then retort with an angry tirade about how the REAL PARENT should be more grateful to even have their little brats at all!

Let me just say something about all of this. I love the REAL PARENT. I also have the feeling that if I don’t become an alcoholic, I won’t make it to my kids graduation day alive. I have been known to stand with the refrigerator door open and spray whipped cream into my mouth as a coping mechanism for whining.

I also love THE PERFECT PARENT. I love reading about some parents epiphany about how to make a single shopping trip last all month, how to make pillowcase dresses in 20 minutes, and look at pictures of smiling kids happy and healthy in a loving home.

I get both sides of the aisle because I don’t think there is an aisle. Yes, there are angry parents who will tell you that if one grain of sugar passes the lips of your child’s mouth, all their teeth will fall out and you will be responsible for their autism if there is mercury within a 500 mile radius of your home. There are people who never wanted children and had them by accident or because of social pressure and now don’t know why they ever did. However, this is not the norm.

We are all excited when we (even if it’s just one month out of the year) are able to do stuff with our family that makes something in our life easier or better. We all revel in the acclaim we receive when someone says, “Wow! How did you do that?” We want to share our knowledge and learning with other parents who are as desperate as we are to make life just a little bit smoother. Isn’t it nice to take that one extra step one day we have more energy so we can rest on one step the next day when our child decides she is going pee every 5 minutes ALL DAY LONG?

We also all have those times when we need to take a time out and say, “OK, what the hell is that thing in the highchair that just spit my homemade baby food in my face? SATAN?” And take a bath, and get a babysitter and spend the night in a motel crying and come back a better parent after.

So let’s not hate. Let’s not allow someone sharing something awesome they have discovered make us feel like less of a parent if that particular exciting bit of step-taking doesn’t fit into our life. Let’s not get all up and upset when someone feels like their only outlet for feelings of failure that day as a parent is to confess on a blog or Facebook. Let’s not participate in the freak out! Let’s encourage each other because damn… these kids didn’t come with an instruction book and we all need all the help and encouragement we can get.

AM I RIGHT? Can I get an AMEN?!