Puddin' Head's Padantics

Puddin Head Peds to a newsite

2009-05-23T09:01:00.000-07:00

After a year of inactivity, I resumed writing on a different website. I carried over some of my favorite entries over. Please read more about me at seapuddinhead.wordpress.com.

Thanks!

Where Has The Time Gone?!?!

2008-04-05T08:07:00.000-07:00

I find it amazing that this is my first entry for 2008! Have I been slacking? With the blog, YES! With everything else, NO!

It appears that working 8 hours a day, 5 days a week has taken it's toll, sort of. I work for the weekends to have a couple of days off and it starts over again. Before you know it, it's half way through the year and everything seems like a blur. Then summer arrives; the kids are back in school; I'm past out on the couch from too much turkey; setting up Christmas decorations; and singing "Auld Lang Syne" with friends and champagne!

Honestly, I'm not use to this. I'm not complaining about how fast time goes by. Wait a minute! Actually, I am! I purposely veg at home to make time slow down, but that doesn't help. I'll play couch potato on Friday night and BAM! It's Sunday evening and I have to get ready for the 5 day grind!

I want to stop and smell the roses, but by the time I think about them, they're already out of sight! It unfortunate that I have to schedule "rose smelling" on my calendar to make sure that I smell the roses on the way.

What does it take to put the brakes on life (or at least slow it down to 10mph)?

Finally, to all of you that have been reading, my sincere apologies. This is what happens when one initially has too much time on one's hands that turns into not enough time to type a few thoughts on one's blog!

It's Mealtime!

2007-12-08T21:31:00.000-08:00

There moving all over the house. I don't get it. It looks like they're putting clothes in a big suitcase. One daddy is going that way; the other is going the other way. I can't keep up. I going to settle on my perch here on the coach and wait for things to die down a bit. Where's that bone? Me chewing on that bone will kill lots of time. It was here on the rug last time. Did they hide it on me again? I hate when they do that. It taste good. I just chew, chew, chew, chew, chew......

OK, where's that bone? Let me look in the bedroom. No. Let me look in the other bedroom. No. Ohhhh, but there's my bear! I'll just grab that sucker and take that in the living room. Hmmm..... I smell something tasty in the bag. It's got small holes on the side. I smell something tasty. I think it's my bone. How do I get in there? What's that? I hear someone in the kitchen. I might get some food!

Yup, daddy is cooking. Smells good. I'll just sit here and see what I get. Oh something fell to the floor. Let me just take a quick sniff. YUCK! He's opening the fridge. I see a something. YES!! It's chicken! There he goes to the white box that heats things up. He's grabbing my bowl. I smell chicken! My favorite! He's putting it in the bowl! He's placing it on the floor! Time to eat! But wait. Let me look at it first. It might be chicken. It smells like it. What are these other things in the bowl? I don't know why they keep feeding me these dry, crunchy things. All I want is the chicken! Gimme chicken. Chicken, chicken, chicken, chicken!

Why I'm Thankful!

2007-11-22T09:08:00.000-08:00

I've been recently reached by one of my friends in SFO (and you know who you are!), and was reminded that blogging is about writing in it. (And pretty does get me far YOU BITCH!)

My last blog was about a month ago. Where has the time gone! Well, it's gone to the new job, which is a perfect segway for the first reason why I'm thankful! I never thought that in my career as a trolley dolly that I would find myself in a position where I can influence the careers of future flight attendants. Although my influence hasn't been more direct, like the instructors, I know that the advice I give these new kids will take them a long way. Granted, there have been challenges towards my skills and my confidence, but when they call me for assistance and advice, it reassures me that the path I have taken is the right one, and is all worthwhile. Seeing all of them in their uniforms and receiving their wings on graduation day gave me a sense of pride. I had a part of that. What a nice feeling. I know the feeling will be more worthwhile when I have a more direct influence on the students. Next class comes through in January, so there's a breather.

When my SFO friend e-mailed me, I am reminded of the good friends I've made along the way. So with that said, I'm thankful for my friends. I'm also reminded that this blog is a way for me to communicate with them. Although I don't receive any response, they're still there reading away about the goings-on with me, my partner, and Lucky. It's good to know that there are readers out there, and I don't want to lose that.

Speaking of my partner and Lucky, we are doing fine in Everett. No real complaints. Lucky will be posting his latest within the next couple of days. I know he's had a some new experiences since last month, and his social calendar has been so full (I didn't know that a dog could be so busy!), I know his paws are dying to burn on the keyboard! With that, I'm thankful for Darren and Lucky. I know this sounds sappy, but it's amazing how my life has been since we've been together. Thanks for being my support and my love. And once we find a notary, we will official register our partnership with the state of Washington (with Darren, not with Lucky!)

And finally, I'm thankful for my mom. She's all the family I have, and I know it's been hard for her since my move to SEA. However, as mom's always is, she's been a rock, an independent, and a strength of a woman. That is something I will always strive for (yes, even the woman part!)

So to everyone out there, take a private moment for yourself, among the family, friends, and chaos of dinner, and reflect on what you're thankful for. It does bring life into perspective.

Happy Thanksgiving!

When Are They Coming Home?

2007-10-20T09:56:00.000-07:00

I'm going to change "Life With Lucky" from an owner perspective to Lucky's perspective, of course based on the owner's observation. So let's try this.

Well, I'm perched on my couch, which by the way is the best view of the neighbors, waiting for the guys to come home. It is after all later afternoon and one of them should be coming up the street. It's usual Darren because John doesn't come home until it's dark outside.

Nothing much going on out there. It's sure has been windy all day today. The kids across the street aren't outside, and the last time I went for a walk, which I believe was this morning, it was pretty cold. I don't know why Darren makes me go out in the mornings, although after I do a quick pee, I'm home in a matter of minutes. Hmmmmm, something to think about on those cold mornings. Anyway, still sitting on my couch and nothing going on. Some cars going by but not the big brown car or the blue truck......

Oh wait, what's that coming up the street! Oh, I see a brown car. Is it Darren? (Wagging my tail in exciting). He's coming out of his car. It looks like him! He's heading up the walkway! I think that's him! I hear the door opening! YEAH!! Hi there! Pick me up! I need the bathroom! Walk me now! Where's my bear? Where's my food? I'm going to run around the house like a mad dog! Where is he? Pick me up? Pet me! Hug me! Get my leash, I need to pee! I think I'll take the bear with me! What's he's saying? He's holding the leash! I'm going to pee! Where's my bear? I feel the leash on my collar! I'm going to pee! I'm going to walk! Hurry up! Let's go! What's he saying? I think he's saying let's go? Oh, we're out the door!

Practice What You Preach

2007-10-14T17:24:00.000-07:00

Hard to believe it's been a month in my new job. The last couple of weeks has been quiet; however, a new class started last week and things are buzzing around the office. It's amazing how much prep work takes to get a class going. But everyone in the office does with such passion, it's wonderful to see.

Prior to the new class starting, I was on a retreat. Well, more so a leadership course for newly promoted leaders. Leavenworth, WA is a quaint and beautiful place in the mountains. It's a cute, little Bavarian town. The Sleeping Lady Resort and Spa, the place where we stayed, reminds me of Yosemite in the fall. It's a series of cabins nestles in the mountains. It was once an Indian reservation, that was converted to a youth camp, which is now the resort that it is today.

The food was excellent. They have their own organic garden on the premises, and strive to be a natural and green facility. I would love to bring Darren in December. I hear that Leavenworth lights up during the holidays.

After leadership camp, I return to work with the buzz of a new class starting. It's great to see these new kids all excited and engaging. It's understandable. I was in their shoes about a year and a half ago. It's a great feeling knowing that this my first class that I can influence. And it's my hope that my influence will somehow, someway effect their careers as flight attendants.

Upon the first day, I gave some helpful advise for the class to help them through training. "Trust the Process" was one of five things I mentioned. It was first told to me by a massage teacher many years ago. It means to let go and allow the processes that are in place to go it's intended course. Being new, one will have questions. Lots of questions. And one expects those questions to be answered, not knowing that it will probably be answered soon. It's just human nature to be curious, make connections, analyze, and question. However, not trusting the process can slow the learning for others.

I was subtly reminded that I too have a process in place, and that I need to trust it and allow to unfold. Patience is something I need to allow the process to take place. I need to know that in time, everything I ever wanted, everything that I hope for, and everything that will become, will be so, if I just trust the process. And trust in myself. Faith in myself and my abilities will allow me to go forward. Practice What I Preach. And to the person that reminded me, I say thank you.

Fish Out of Water

2007-09-28T13:56:00.000-07:00

I'm feeling a bit out of place, today. I can't say why. Everyone around me is working on some sort of project, and I'm here trying to figure out what to do. I've completed everything I needed to do on my list, and yet I feel the need to do something, ANYTHING!

Don't get me wrong, I love the job! But, I still have that feeling of uncertainty and unsurity. Should I be doing something? I know it will take sometime to get use to this new position. Hell, I still feel like I'm an hourly employee for crying out loud. Hasn't really quite sunk in yet. But give it time!

I have to admit. I was a bit anxious on how I was going to do this long commute everyday. There was no way in hell I was going to fork over $50 in gas every week. That's just nuts. I could be using that for other things, such as clothes, shoes, and things I need to look good! However, I figured out how to use the train and bus, and so far, it's been a good commute. I actually get some sleep on the train and/or bus in both directions.

Also, looking forward to buying additional fish for the tank this weekend. We ended up with our friends' aquarium and it looks nice in the living room. We only had 4 casualties in the tank. I need to buy a companion for the other Cherry Barb, and See-through Fairy and something that eats algae. God, it's been ages since I had a fish tank. I don't believe I hadn't had one since high school. It's nice. A dog, and some fish! I just don't want to turn into the animal house on the block!

One Week Later

2007-09-20T12:58:00.000-07:00

Well, it's been one week after starting in my new position, and I have to admit, it's been fine. I finally have my little office cube set up the way I want it. Being the big airline geek I am, it's decorated with airline memorabila. I finally got the stewardess wall I always wanted. It's not at home, but I think it's pretty appropriate to have it at work, since I do work for an airline. Additionally, I did get some great comments. You all know how I yearn for the good ol' stewardess days. I believe I was a stewardess in a previous life!!

Anyway, all has been relatively quiet here in the office. The instructor staff is slowly showing themselves at the office. Once we get closer to the start of class, I'll be able to see all of them. They have been wonderful. It's good to know how excited they were when they found out I got the position. And they are doing all they can to make my transition pretty uneventful. Actually, the whole office has been that way. I even had a "Welcome" pizza lunch from the staff. Well, sort of. It was left overs from the other lunch. But it's the intention!

I'm still feeling a bit out of place, since I'm not quite knowing everything around here. Almost felt the same way when I started working for a new airline. I'm out of my comfort zone. Everything not being familiar.

I'm also finding myself a bit impatient. I want to jump right in. But I know that will take time. I have to remind myself (everyday) that there's a process in place and I have to trust it.

It really hit me when I was sitting in on a conference call with all the rest of the managers company wide. OK, I'm a manager for this company. It's strange. I've always been the non-descript employee. Now, I'm the non-descript supervisor.

I need to embrace my suit-ness so to speak! (hehehe) I have to admit, I do look GOOD in my shirt and tie! I think I'm giving my boss some competition, but don't say anything!

Anyway, back to work. I have a company reception this afternoon, and need to RSVP for another that's coming up in a few weeks!

Moving On Up!

2007-09-16T20:42:00.000-07:00

Well, as I mentioned a couple of weeks ago, I was under tremendous pressure with lots of work stuff. And with all this work stuff, I've neglected my blog. I was afraid that I would not keep up with my blog because of distractions. However, that shouldn't be any excuse.

I'm happy to report that all the pressures of work have finally subsided. Well, it has for now. The HNL Test Flights went well. We had no scenarios on our flights, which made all that studying for naught. So, what it boils down to it, I flew to HNL, had a wonderful time there, and then came back. And the best part of it, I got paid for it. I couldn't ask for a better trip. It was the ideal trip. I literally picked the people I wanted to work with, and spend 24 hours in HNL. What more could I ask for? And, since then, no trip can compare. Well, I only had one trip after that.

Reason being was I had the rest of my reserve days dropped for an excellent reason. As you all know, I also apply for a job promotion in the training department. All this occurred during the last part of August and beginning of September, with the last interview on September 11. I'm happy to report that I got the promotion, and I started last Friday. What a relief. It's good to know that all that hard work finally paid off.

After 18 years of being in the air, I finally have my feet on the ground. I've gone from an erratic schedule, to something regular. I have weekends off, which I haven't had in a long time. I've gone from an hourly worker, to a salaried manager. It all has happened so fast! I feel like Melanie Griffin in "Working Girl." I've all of a sudden has to-do lists, calendar of events, corporate meetings, department meetings, and a staff. It's going to be hard to adjust to.

I'm fortunate to belong to a department that is hard working, knowledgeable, and most importantly, supportive and FUN! I'm sure once that I get into the swing of things, I can start letting my hair down and show my personality. Until then, it's about learning, learning, and more learning!

The next step of my new life. With that, I should be able to blog more often. More likely during my commute to and from work. So, there should more to come. Hopefully!

Lucky's Day at The Groomer

2007-09-09T11:23:00.000-07:00

Well, after having Lucky for almost 2 months, it was time to send him to the groomers. Admittedly, he was starting to look a bit shabby, and we wanted him to start looking more like a shih tzu from the dog shows. It was decided that we would have him short during the winters and long during the summers. I know that’s a bit reverse, but the winters here in Seattle tend to be wet. If we kept his coat long, we’d be doing a lot of dog washing sessions just to keep his coat clean.

Well, we took him to Pet Parlor in Lynnwood. I do have to say, they did a wonderful job with him. Since this is his first time to the groomers, we were not sure how he would be. As you all know, Lucky is such a shy dog when it comes to new people. He’s getting there, but still needs more work. And since this is our first time sending him there, we weren’t quite sure how we should trim him. We told the groomer our intentions, and she suggested a puppy cut. So, a puppy cut it was!

Well, when I picked him up later on that day, I received wonderful comments from the groomers. They commented on how sweet Lucky was. Shy Lucky being sweet? We can see it, but we weren’t sure if anyone else can. Apparently, his first visit to the groomers wasn’t as traumatic as we thought it would be.

And when he came out of the door, OH MY GOD! How cute he was. They really cut him short, but the best part was we can see his cute little face. I didn’t realize how big his eyes were! They’re huge! And his profile is just so cute. They did a wonderful job with him. Here are the pictures.

PRESSURE!!

2007-08-30T21:39:00.000-07:00

I don't believe that the month of August is over. With the inclusion of this posting, I have only entered 7 post for this month. WOW!! Can we say busy month???

I love the month of August because it's the last month of summer. That means kids go back to school, families stay at home, and the airplanes are not full. It's called the post Labor Day Lull. How I love it! How I look forward to Labor Day Weekend!

Along with flying, I've been preparing for a couple of things that have been going on at work. At the beginning of August, I applied for an entry management position. Today, I just finished the second round of interviews. I tell ya, I'm completely worn out! I mean, I have to maintain high energy, passion, and just be on for an hour. I'm just exhausted. I had to do a presentation and a group interview. Earlier last week, I had a one-on-one interview with HR. I tell ya, it's been a lot of pressure. All the prep time, and all the prep time, and ALL THE PREP TIME!

In addition to the interview, I'll be flying to Hawaii after Labor Day. No it's not a vacation from all the interviews. What this is going to be is a long evaluation flight from SEA to HNL by a government agency. 5 1/2 hours of questions, scenarios, and evaluations. Again, another high pressure situation. The reward at the end is a night in HNL.

I didn't realize what I did to myself. Interviews on top of flight evaluations. AM I CRAZY?? What did I do to myself? I'm so looking forward to my actual vacation at the end of September. I don't have to think about interviews, evaluations, work, or anything. I want to be pampered. I want to be spoiled. I want to RELAX!!

Lucky's Day At The Beach

2007-08-18T00:15:00.000-07:00

We are doing everything possible to be good and responsible owners and leaders to Lucky. We want to make sure that Lucky is a healthy and happy dog. I’ve checked out books from the library regarding dog and owner training and we’re learning a lot.

One thing I have learned is to try to stimulate the dog as much as possible. This will promote socialization and continued learning for the dog. If the owner becomes bored, the dog will sense it and become bored as well. So, I’ve been trying to do different things with Lucky to keep him happy, as well as keep me interested. One thing I have done is taking him on different types of walks. We went to Howarth Park the other day and had a great time. There’s an off leash area on the other side of the train tracks, which actually was a beach. Not the sandy beaches I’m use to, but beach just the same. The weather was perfect. There were people and dogs around to help stimulate Lucky. I’m happy to say both dog and owner had a good time.

You have to understand that Lucky is a shy dog. So, people and other dogs startle him easily. I believe there must have been something in his past or how he was treated within his litter for him to behave this way. It will take time, but he’s slowly getting there.

Case in point: We started walking along the edge of the beach. I had him off his leash. There were two yappy dachunds near by and startled poor Lucky. He turned and bolted away from the dogs and me. I had to chase him for about 25 feet in order to retrieve him. I put him back on his leash and we continued to walk down the beach. We were then approached by two big dogs, which were quite friendly. Lucky, again, was nervous, but this time I gave him lots of reassurance and he did fine. We found a private area on the beach and played fetch for a bit. He was having a good time, as if he was in his own backyard. He was lying on the rocky beach with a content look on his face. Afterwards, we headed back to the car. Whenever any strangers passed by, Lucky would cower behind until they passed, and then he’d walk his merry way. The moment we got back home, he beeline towards his couch and remained there for the rest of the day.

It is safe to say that Lucky is at home in his new surroundings. The love seat in the living is his throne with the house being his castle and the backyard his lands. And his personality would change back to the cute dog we know and love. I believe Lucky needs more socialization. I can’t seem to understand why he becomes so anxious, nervous and scared when strangers and dogs come by. There are times I think he’s just a housebound dog, but I would like for him to become more social. I tend to hesitate to take him along with me because of his personality; however, I want to show him off to everyone because he is such a cute dog. I don’t know. I’m hoping after some time, he’ll find the big dog inside him and become more social and confident.

Sunset in Anchorage

2007-08-11T23:10:00.000-07:00

Well, I’m coming in on the home stretch of summer flying. It’s the second week of August and I’m seeing the light at the end of the tunnel. Summer flying tends to be the craziest, hectic, and maddening of all the flying. Well, there are the holidays, but that’s another post.

I’m up in Alaska today, specifically Anchorage. This is my first layover this summer up here. When they say it’s the land of the midnight sun, they were not kidding, which I believe it makes Alaska so beautiful. It’s not 10pm and it looks like 6pm and the sun just set over the bay about 30 minutes ago. Fabulous! I just love it!

I always get layovers in Alaska during the off peak, which is winter. It tends to get blistering cold, tons of snow, and dark! But in the snow and dark, there is still a wonderful beauty of the country up here.

Anyway, back to Anchorage in the summer. Silly me didn’t bring my camera, so I don’t have any images on this post.

*Make a note to self to start bringing my camera on my trips!

Anyway, I had a chance to visit the Anchorage Saturday Market. It’s located across from the Anchorage Hilton, downtown. It’s a combo farmer’s market and local crafts fair, with tons of local food stands. I literally ate my way through the whole market. That’s one thing I enjoy about these street fairs is the local food that’s there. Funnel cakes, halibut nuggets, elephant ears, and my favorite, reindeer sausage and buffalo bratwurst. You can find it all. It was good mix of locals and tourists enjoying the local wares, and I could not ask for more than perfect weather. It’s great to see everyone in shorts and tees. I’m so use to seeing everyone here bundled in 10 layers of clothing, jackets, and scarves and being knee deep in ice and snow!

More towards the entrance, there was local entertainment consisting of line dancers, a contortionist/magician, and some music acts. What created the “local” atmosphere were the intermittent announcements from the headquarters booth. “Please check your purchases. If you just realized that you don’t have your purchases with you, please see us here” or “Will such-and-such meet your friend at the Native Crafts booth. She has ice cream for you!” It was a stitch.

I know images are much more descriptive than actually words. I will have to bring the camera next time and start taking pictures. It’s been a while since I brought my camera on trips. But since starting this blog, I think images will definitively enhance my posting about layovers and trips.

Well, need to take a power nap. My pick up is at midnight and we’re heading back to SEA tonight. And you all know how I love all-nighters!!

The Fart Patrol

2007-08-07T22:09:00.000-07:00

I need to share this funny anecdote that was told to me by a fellow flight attendant on a recent trip. It demonstrates how absolutely crazy and off the wall the traveling public can be. And just when I thought I heard everything!

Cora (not her real name) was working a flight between SEA and MIA (again folks, if you’re not familiar with airport city codes, I have a link on my blog to assist you. My apologies, but I’m just lazy to type out the entire city.) I believe it was an all-nighter flight.

BACKGROUND: If you haven’t flown on an all-nighter, one will generally get an eclectic group of travelers, ranging from the fare conscious traveler, to the student on a budget, to the bizarre. Based on my past experience, crazy, unusual, and funny things usually happen on these flights.

Anyway, a passenger call light went off and Cora answered it not knowing what was coming up. The conversation goes as follows:

Passenger (P): Do you smell that?!?! (Apparently, this passenger was upset)

Cora (C): (Taking a whiff) Smell what?

P: That smell! I believe someone is farting!!

C: Farting?

P: Yes, farting! I believe it’s the man behind us!

C: Are you sure it’s him? It can really be anyone.

P: I’m sure it is! I want you to wake him and tell him to stop!

C: Ma’am, I can’t do that. First of all, we don’t really know if it’s him, and plus he’s sleeping. I don’t want to disturb him. If it really bothers you, I do have some open seats. You’re more than welcome to move. (Using her best customer service skills, and doing everything possible not to bust out laughing!)

P: Well, we shouldn’t have to move! That wasn’t his original seat! He moved there! He should move!

C: Well ma’am, I wish I could help you out. I’m not willing to wake this man because I’m not sure he is the source of the problem. Unless you’re willing to change seats, there isn’t much I can help you with.

P: That’s completely absurd! What is your company’s policy on farting? There has to be some sort of procedures you have to follow, isn’t there?

C: There’s none that I’m aware of, ma’am.

P: I want your name!! I’ll make sure the airline hears about this! I shouldn’t have to endure this for the next 5 hours!

C: I’ll get the address for customer service, and you make sure that you tell the airline in detail the inconvenience you’ve experienced tonight. I will also give you my name and employee number, too.

Well, Cora heads to the galley and shares the story with her fellow flight attendants and also with the pilots. Of course, a good laugh was shared by one and all. One of the pilots commented that he didn’t realize that being that being on “fart patrol” was one of the many duties of a flight attendant. Of course, this was the brunt of everyone’s jokes for the rest of the flight.

Come to think of it, this would have been a great ad for Bean-o!

Our Dog Has A Fetish!!

2007-08-06T22:58:00.000-07:00

Can anyone recommend a dog behaviorist? I believe Lucky might need one. Well, not exactly, but we can use one to explain this unusual behavior. Actually, it’s not really unusual. It’s quite cute.

When Becky was visiting us, Lucky would wait outside the bathroom while she would take a shower. If the door weren’t closed properly, Lucky would be able to maneuver his way into the bathroom. Well, one morning I came out of the kitchen and headed towards the bedroom and I discovered Lucky waiting outside the bathroom. To my surprise, I saw Lucky with a pair of Becky’s underwear in his mouth. Yes folks, Lucky was teething Becky’s lacy underwear. It was a sight to see and quite humorous, too. He had the cutest expression on his face as if the underwear was one of his many toys in the house. Of course, we all had a good laugh, snagged the panties away from him, and that was that. We all figured that this was a cute one-time incident.

About a week or so after Becky went home to Indiana, Lucky was adjusting to his new surroundings. Darren woke up at his usually time, shuffled his way to the bathroom to ready himself for work, like he does every weekday morning. I usually follow with my morning search for Lucky to bring him out to the backyard so he can do his business. I came out of the bedroom and to my surprise once again, there was Lucky with Darren’s undies in his mouth with that same expression on his face. However, with this incident, Lucky ran into the office and started to play with the unmentionables like one of his many toys, teething and chewing and a having a time at it. Am I sensing a pattern here?

Well, my feelings were confirmed within the next couple of weeks when I would take my daily morning showers. I’d shower, flip the shower curtain open and find my underwear missing. There was Lucky, again, in the office having a time with my bikini briefs (yes, I wear bikini briefs! So what of it!)

The first time was cute. The second time was cute, too. However, I think this is becoming a habit for him. Are dogs able to have fetishes like humans? Is there something sick and perverse in Lucky’s past that we are unaware of? Does he have a website? I can see it now! Lucky’s picture on a web page with lacy undies gripped to his mouth, with the website called “Lucky’s Luscious Lingerie.” Hey, that wouldn’t be a bad idea. It could probably put Frederick's of Hollywood out of business. He can host parties, start a pyramid scheme…

Sorry. I’m digressing here. Honestly, it’s probably one of those things that dogs do because dogs do. It’s sort of like the slipper or shoe thing. Instead, Lucky just fetches underwear around. It’s his way of identifying with his owners, possibly is showing love and affection. However, if he starts dancing around in them, we would have to seek out a dog behaviorist!

Bloedel Reserve - Bainbridge Island's Piece of Eden

2007-08-01T21:22:00.000-07:00

The nice thing about having out of town guests is it makes us explore the city we live in. Being relatively new Seattle-ites (or Everett-ites), we are still getting to know the area.

We’ve always wanted to visit Bainbridge Island, and now we had a reason. Darren’s mom, Becky, the big garden enthusiast she is, wanted to visit the ground of Bloedel Reserve. The reserve is located on the northern end of Bainbridge Island. Words can’t describe the grounds and experience I had. But I will give it a try.

This reserve is the epitome of nature walk. Crushed bark trails maneuvers in and out of the reserve, and in the middle is the Bloedel House, which was simple and elegant.

I enjoyed the Japanese Zen Garden, which was peaceful and simple in design, with a Japanese style guesthouse among the Japanese maples, and Zen rock garden.

The biggest impression that was made upon me was the serenity, which only intensified with the fog and the light rain.

The primary purpose of the Reserve is to provide people with an opportunity to enjoy nature through quiet walks in the gardens and woodlands. (Bloedel Reserve Tourist Information Brochure)

Mission was accomplished. I found a piece of Eden on Bainbridge Island.

All-nighter Funk

2007-08-01T14:02:00.000-07:00

Wasted.
Tired.
In a fog.
In a haze.
Wiped out.
Sketchy.
Slug.

Is it night?
Is it morning?
Needing sleep.
Wanting sleep.
Dying for sleep.
Just want my 8.
Will settle for 5.
I'll take anything.

The day says 3pm.
My body says 3am.
Functional but useless.
Present yet absent.

Eyes heavier by the second.
Fading into the white noise.
Ticking clock.
Passing breezes.
Ice cream truck?
Senseless recipes being recited from the tv.
Giada. Paula. Ina. Sandra. Rachel........ Out.

Up All Night (BIG YAWN)

2007-07-31T17:42:00.000-07:00

It's early evening (about 5:45pm) and I'm waking up from my second nap today. I came home from a FAI all-nighter turn. This means I left last night around 10pm. I left FAI about 1:30am and getting back in SEA about 6am. I was literally up all night. Unfortunately, being on reserve doesn't allow me to pick and choose what flights I can work, and on occasion, I do have to do these all-nighter turns. Honestly, all-nighters (or sometimes called red-eyes) are not that bad. Most people just come on board, grab a pillow and blanket, and fall asleep. Sleeping passengers are the best because they don't ask for anything! Now, doing all-nighters to a layover ain't bad because I'm working to a destination, knowing I'll be in a nice comfortable bed at the end. HOWEVER, all-nighter turns are brutal because the moment I get to my destination, I have to turn around and come right back. On top of that, I have to drive home from the airport. When you're exhausted, an hour drives feels like two, and you're doing everything possible to stay awake, such as blasting the radio, rolling down windows, and self conversations about stupid things. And the sleep once I get home is never restful. I generally have to take 2 naps throughout the day to try get back on my body clock. It takes me a few days to recover from these flights. And yes folks, I go out again tonight to do a JNU all-nighter turn! YAH!!!! I'M GOING TO NEED A WEEK TO RECOVER! Photos and poem to come later.

Compartmentalize Psychology Of Passengers Or How Many Times Can I Leave My Seat Before The Door Closes?

2007-07-29T09:28:00.000-07:00

Working as a flight attendant for as long as I have, my people observations skills have gotten better over the years. With long sits at the airport waiting for flights, people-watching has become a favorite pastime. I find that I crack myself up a lot.

I know that air travel, for most folks, can be somewhat daunting, foreign, and alien. Where else in the world does one have 150 or so strangers packed into a silver tube for a period of time? Add the stress of lines, security, time constraints, carry on baggage, children (if you bring them along), babies (if you have them), and the combination of seasoned and novice travelers, and you will get a amazingly provocative psychology project.

With that in mind, nothing is more humorous than watching passenger board an airplane. Any psychologists could write academic papers on this stuff. I would stand in the back of the airplane and just watch how people come on board. Even the most experience air traveler has their particular quirks. Let me share some of them with you:

My favorite is how passengers feel that the compartment bin over their seat is THEIRS and no one else. You would not believe how irate passengers become when someone takes the bin above their seat, and they would insist that the bags be relocated to accommodate theirs. Or, how about the passenger that shoves someone else’s bag out of the way, so they can have their bags directly above their seat. And the nasty looks I would receive from passengers when I tell them to place their bags in space other than the bin over their seat. I call this “Baggage Separation Anxiety.” Passengers would have a sense of anxiety because of the fact their bags are not above them, even if it’s only a row away.

Then there’s the OCD passenger who has to make sure that their bags is place in a particular way to optimize bin space management. It will literally take these folks the whole boarding process to make sure that their bags are placed exactly and intricately in the bin, making sure not to impose their bags on someone else’s space.

Oh, and let’s not forget the infamous bin hog, who will place a fanny pack, small purse, or a hat in the bin and close the door, making sure no one else can use the bin.

My all time favorite is the passenger that boards first, making sure he or she gets the most optimal bin space, and is seated, waiting for everyone else to come on board. During the boarding process, this particular individual would repeatedly leave their seat and into the bin to take out something, put in something, or both. The most I ever seen a passenger do this is 12 times. 12 times this person went up and down between their seat and the bin. It was a funny site to see. I jokingly said to that person that I would have to super glue him into the seat until boarding was done. Fortunate for me, he had a good sense of humor, and explained to me he was a scatterbrain. I told him that he was not alone.

How about the passenger who takes their time putting their stuff away? I mean they casually break down their suitcases, nonchalantly place the larger of the two in the bin and the other under the seat, grabbing a pillow and blanket, neatly folding their garment and placing them in the bin, not realizing that half the airplane is witnessing this whole regimented process as they wait ever so patiently to get to their seats. Of course, the whole entire time this particular individual is thinking the he or she is entitled to hold up the whole entire plane to make certain their personal property is placed correctly, that he or she has done nothing wrong, and that it's all about them. Screw everyone else!

I will not harp on passengers on this entire post, but you have to see the world that I have to deal with 3-4 times a week, and yet still do it with grace, professionalism, and respect. I do know that a lot of these folks are seasonal travelers. I know that a lot of these folks have not flown before. I know that a lot of these folks are only focused on themselves and no one else. That’s ok. I try, in my sarcastic yet humorous way, that they must not be selfish and be good boys and girls and share with everyone else. If everyone does this, we’ll all get along just fine. (At least until the next flight!)

My First Day With Lucky

2007-07-27T16:50:00.000-07:00

Darren’s mother, Becky, went home to Indiana on Tuesday. Apparently, she was sad to leave, but mostly, sad to leave Lucky behind in his new home, which is understandable since she rescued him from a puppy farm back home and had him for almost six months. For that, we will be grateful. Grateful because she had nursed this cute dog back to socialization and most importantly, life. Grateful because what she did, she did without any recourse or reward. Grateful because for her love for animals. How strange the house feels without her.

However, she left behind Lucky, and we're both excited. As you know, I had some difficulties with him at first, but I actually had one full day with him (Unlucky With Lucky), and I’m happy to say that we had a good day. He stayed on his couch, and I stayed on mine. It was a good start.

I needed to do some errands, and I didn’t want to leave Lucky at home alone, so I took him with me. He’s been stuck at home a lot, so I figured I’d take him out of the house. So, we had our first car ride together, and he enjoyed it. It’s a joy to see his tail wag in happiness as we drove through Everett. We reached the pet store and I had to coax him out of the truck, but he was fine once we reached inside. Again, his tail was wagging with happiness. However, I sensed he was overwhelmed once we reached the toys and treat aisle. At one point, he reached up with his hind legs and begged to be picked up, and I obliged. Poor thing was over stimulated with everything that was going on around him. After paying for my things, I immediately brought him home via the freeway, which I think he really enjoyed. Once we got home, he went to his couch and I went to mine. He passed out asleep. I think I wore him out.

The afternoon was pretty quiet, until I brought him out to the backyard. The little thing found his energy and we played fetch for a good 30 minutes. He was having a good time. Later on that evening, we took our first walk together. I tried to recall some training tricks from “The Dog Whisperer,” and most of them worked. Lucky still needs to learn how to heal; however, I got him to heal for at least one block. Not bad. And he pooped. He had a bowel movement. That’s exciting for a new owner! And what a smart dog he is. He pretty much knew his way home and knew which house was ours!

Then Darren came home from work and more energy came from him. But we had a feeling the night would be difficult for him. He kept looking out the window, or watching the door in the hopes that Becky would come home. I sense deep down he misses her. He’d seek her out in the bathroom, the second bedroom, or the backyard. In the middle of the night, he would run into the living room or the second bedroom to double check to see if she returned.

Having Lucky will be an adjustment for all of us. But I am so amazed how such a little dog can bring such happiness and joy to everyone’s life.

Oh Stewardess?

2007-07-23T13:35:00.000-07:00

The downfall of air travel occurred not with deregulation of the 80s, not with the lost of the big airline behemoths of Pan Am, TWA, and Braniff, not with airline mergers, decrease in in-flight services, cheap air fares, crowded airports and airplanes, nor security woes, it occurred when we lost the famous stewardess. The stewardess was the epitomes of glamour in the skies.

How I envied those women back in the day. And where is the source of my enviousness? It’s those UNIFORMS! I love the styles and colors. There’s something to be said about the old-school uniforms of the 60s and 70s. Yes, I understand that women were fighting against marginalization, sexism, and male chauvinism to name a few (and still are), but there was a certain allure and aura when a stewardess walked by in the terminal or the airplane. It had to be the uniforms.

The flight attendant uniforms of today have reverted back to the militaristic style of the 40s and 50s. The airlines major concern was that the flight attendants needed to be “identified” as a crew member, which actually promotes us a safety professional. But come on! Do we all have to wear navy blue?? I want color and liveliness. I want the bang and the pop! I want eyes to look at us! I want to hear, “ooh” as we walk by! We don’t have that now. If one looks up the definition of navy blue in the dictionary, one will read “the color of flight attendant uniform.” Not one specific airline, but all airlines.

I’m not saying that we need to bring back A-lines, mini-skirts, and go-go boots (can you imagine me in go-go boots on a beverage cart? It would not WORK!). But there needs to be something that brings back the allure and glamour of the stewardess (steward if you’re a man), and one place to start is the uniform. We can work on the other stuff later, like “Paris! First Class! International!”

Unlucky with Lucky

2007-07-20T09:55:00.000-07:00

As you all know, we got our little shih tzu, Lucky, last week. He's a cute dog. Unfortunately, he hasn't taken to me yet. What makes me think that? Well here are some examples:

1) Lucky would be sitting on the couch, and I would sit next to him. He would up and leave and go to the other couch, the other part of the room, or to the bedroom.

2) I'd try to pick him up and he would runaway from me.

3) He would come to me, take a sniff of me, and then runaway.

4) He'd run into the living room, see me, then runaway.

5) I'd pick him up, and he would pee on me.

The only time he would be approachable is during meal time. He'd come up to the table and beg for table scraps. Or if I have a treat in my hand.

I guess I have to use Filipino ingenuity to make this dog like me with FOOD! Hey, I do it at work with my co-workers. I do it at my partner's work with his co-workers. It should work with Lucky, right?

From what I read about shih tzu, they are shy and suspicious of new people, but once they get to know you, they're great companions. It's only been the first week, you would think he would open up a bit, but I guess not. I can't believe I getting upset over Lucky. Most humans I could care less if they like me or not. But a dog? Craziness I tell ya!

From the Land of Mickey

2007-07-15T16:53:00.000-07:00

How exciting! I'm now blogging on the road. I'm writing you from Orlando. I was called last night @ 6pm for this trip. Working all night to Orlando is pretty brutal, considering that I didn't take a nap at all, spent most of my afternoon at Flower World selecting flowers for the front yard with Darren and his mom in the hot humid sun. All and all, the flight was pretty uneventful, although after hour number 3, we as a crew were becoming a bit punchy and tired.

The fun and exciting thing on this flight was using the new Point of Sales devices. Back in the days before technology, we sold beverages and movies the old fashion way with money. You remember money. It's also called greenbacks, moolah, stash, etc. Now you can purchase stuff on board the airplane with debit and credit cards. The airline is hoping by the end of this year that everything will be cashless. Admittedly, I was a bit apprehensive about using the new device, but after the first transaction, it was a piece of cake. I am able to track my sales, who I owe change to, how much cash I should have at the end of the flight, etc. It's a pretty nifty device. It does take a while to get use to. It did slow me down a bit, but afterwards, it wasn't all bad. It also helps to have a crew that's on the ball. However, tomorrow will be the test when we have more products to sell on the flight, but I think we'll be ok.

I was able to lay out in the sun for a bit. I haven't done that in ages. I did get some color back that I lost decades ago. We got somethings to eat, and returned to the hotel. In the middle of the sun bathing, we were drench with a downpour. It was quite refreshing. After all the sunning and the heat, the rain was a nice welcome. In the addition, the sound of thunder and lightning has a nice calming effect on me. As frightening as they may sound, it's quite a spectacle to see. The clashing noise, the sparks of lightening, the rolling of dark clouds coming from the distance, just makes it a poetic experience.

Now the only draw back of blogging on the road is all the bags I have to drag with me. Let's see: I have my suitcase, my tote bag, my food bag, and now my computer. That's a lot! And trying to haul all that crap through security is a big pain in the ass! The price I have to pay for expressing my feelings. Is it worth it? I'll let you know after this trip.

It's coming up on 8:30 on the East Coast. It's time for bed and I have a long day tomorrow. G'nite from MCO.

Where is the glamour?

2007-07-13T11:37:00.000-07:00

A flight attendant friend sent this youtube video. It’s nice peak into the past. It’s also a great comparison between the air travel “experience” of yesteryear versus the “cattle-car,” “Greyhound,” mode of transportation we experience today. Whatever happened to the glamour of air travel? Gosh, I don’t know where to begin.

Let’s first compare the passengers. OH MY GOD! These people actually dressed up when they traveled. Everyone’s dressed in his or her Sunday best. I was floored to see men in suits (well, I take that back. Most business travelers today do dress in business or business casual attire.), women in their nice dresses and up-dos, and children nicely groomed in their respective attire. It’s like a take back from the Ward & June Cleaver days. Today, suits and dresses are the exception. Common attire for airline travel is flip-flops, tank tops, t-shirts with vulgar personal expressions, and the latest in grunge/ghetto wear. OH, on all-nighter flights, pajama bottoms, bunny slippers, and one’s security pillow and blanket from home is a must. I understand that travel attire should be comfortable; however, I believe there is a fine line between comfortable and tacky!

The next item for contention is food. When was the last time you saw food on the airplane? I’m not talking about airport concessions in bag, which by the way is another topic for contention, but 3 to 4 courses serve to you on sectionalized trays. You have one tray for your flatware, another for your roll, another for your salad, one for your dessert, and lastly your entrée. Better yet, how about 7 serving carts of food that takes 2 hours to serve (kinda like the video)? I remember when I first started flying, international First Class passengers were exposed to appetizers, caviar or sushi, salad with choice of toppings and dressing, 3 choices of entrée ranging from Chateaubriand to seafood medley, fruit and cheese, and the piece de resistance of 3 types of dessert to include ice cream sundaes, cheesecakes, napoleons to name a few. Then a short reprieve before more food would be served (a mid-flight snack), and then before landing, a choice of a hot breakfast, a continental breakfast, or a lighter fare. Now, you’re lucky if you get a bag of peanuts on a 4-hour flight! And if you do get any sort of warm food, one has to pay for it! I’m sure seasoned travelers of the past would be appalled to fork over $5 for a box of snacks, or something that has been mass-produced in a flight kitchen (well, they do complain about it now).

New Ways to Order Drinks on the Airplane

2007-07-12T23:55:00.000-07:00

Just when I thought I have heard everything when it comes to working my flights, someone always comes up with something new!

I was working a flight down to LAX doing our usually beverage service when I came across this one particular passenger. I could tell this person was a smart ass because we already exchanged humorous sarcastic comments during boarding. Anyway, I approached this person's row and proceeded to offer this person a drink. This person asked for a virgin screwdriver (for those of you that are not bar saavy, a screwdriver is an orange juice and vodka. By asking for it "virgin" means omitting the alcohol.)

After this person's request, I gave this person a strange look and said, "You mean an orange juice, right?" And this person responded with a yes and a doing everything possible not to laugh. I was again being toyed with by this person and we had a good laugh. So this got me thinking, what are some other ways to ask for drinks on the airplane, and here's a list I've come up with (and I'm sure will drive your flight attendants crazy the next time you fly, or better yet, see if they catch it!):

1) Virgin Screwdriver = orange juice

2) Virgin Cape Cod = cranberry juice

3) Virgin Cuba Libre = cola with a lime

4) Virgin 7 and 7 = Sprite or 7-up

5) Virgin Baileys and Coffee with 2 sugars = coffee with 2 sugars

6) Black coffee with cream and sugar (think about this one)

Can you come up with anymore?

Oh How Lucky Are We

2007-07-11T23:29:00.000-07:00

Well first off, I've been on the road for a few days. I was called out on a 3-day trip taking me to SFO and OAK (not sure of the city codes, click on the website at the side of my blog). I would love to blog on the road, but until I get my new battery for my laptop, my blogging will be restricted from home for now. It would be great to share my adventures of flying with you all while on my layovers; however, I still have my old "Clamshell" Indigo iBook as a laptop, which is 7 years old with the original battery. When fully charged, it'll give me a whole 60 minutes (1 hr 15 min on a good day) of power. I have ordered a new battery and should be coming soon in the mail.

We are proud to announce the arrival of Lucky, our new shih tzu! He's the cutest thing. He is a rescue dog and was under the care of my partner's mom in Indiana, who by the way, arrived yesterday also. He's a very quiet and subdued little thing, but I think he's just a bit overwhelmed from the cross country trip and his new surroundings. Once he gets adjusted, I'm sure he'll be the lovable dog my partner's mom describes him to be.

It really struck me this afternoon on my way to the airport .(Yes, ladies and gentlemen, I was posing as the human go-between once again between flight attendants and computer. I can go on and banter about the goings-on about bidding, but I shall not bore you!) I was in a pet store buying dog supplies for our new child. However, it really hit me when I actually purchased a new fetch ball for Lucky. At the ripe old age of 41, I'm finally a caretaker of a living breathing dog. It's a little bit weird actually. There was future ex-boyfriends, fishes, more future ex-boyfriends, and a partner I've always looked after and tended to. All have been pretty self-reliant. But a dog? I am a ready for this? I was so use to having other peoples' pets over, entertain them for the life of the visit, and then they were gone (just like other peoples' kids!) But Lucky is here to STAY! YIKES! That was pretty much the thought processes I was having on the drive home from the airport last night. But once I entered the door and saw Lucky, all my apprehensions started to fade. WHAT A CUTE DOG!

OK, so he's a bit standoffish, clinging to my partner's mom, and runs away from me when I try to pet or pick him up, he's all cute just the same. He just gives me that "I'm indifferent to you" stare followed by the "Who the hell are you?" stare. All cute just the same. I'm sure once he's settled in, he'll be just fine. I am looking forward to the walks, feedings, picking up after his poop, car rides, playing, and just vegging with the dog. Good times!

Now you're next question is where are the pictures? Well, if my partner will bring the digital camera home from work, maybe I can get some pictures on the blog (Darren, I hope you're reading this!)

The Psycho Flight Attendant

2007-07-07T21:15:00.000-07:00

I do have to share this Nicoderm commercial. It has finally put into video what many of us flight attendants have dreamed of doing. It's absolutely hilarious!

As you know, flight attendants, as well as being safety professionals (yes, folks we are safety professionals. We don't go to training from 5-6 weeks to learn how to smile and serve you peanuts and drinks), are in customer service. I always tell myself before going to work, "Find my happy place!" And I really have to! Let's be honest here. Generally, passengers come on board the airplane with a very selfish mentality. It's all about them. It's all about the space over their seats. It's all about their pillow, blanket, seat, armrest, etc. (Forgive me folks, I know this does not constitute all of you. I am making sweeping generalizations.) And yes I know that air travel has changed significantly in the last 20 years, or at least since deregulation. With security changes, x-rays machines, personal probing, racial profiling, and service reductions, I agree with all of you that the glamour of air travel is gone. Along with all that, the role of the flight attendant has changed with it.

So, when I first viewed the Nicoderm commercial (I believe it's from Canada), I was laughing my ass off! Finally, someone has put into video what we as flight attendants have been dreaming of since the beginning of our careers! I've had many jump seat conversations with fellow crew members of what they would love to do on their last at work. This psycho flight attendant had visualized all those jump seat conversations! However, being in customer service, the idea of displaying any of those behaviors would a) put one on anyone's "No fly list," b) give management a constant headache, c) put any Professional Standards committee is a tizzy, and d) get one fired!

Flight attendants are unique people. We try to put that smile on our faces regardless on how stupid, idiotic, unreasonable, moronic, and child-like the traveling public can be. Again, I know not all of you are like that. It's the unique 5% of the traveling public that behaves that way (And I'm being conservative with that percentage). Most of you just board an airplane, sit down, buckle up, and just enjoy the flight. To all of you, I thank you :)

Finally, I thank the Nicoderm marketing person. I must also have to apologize. The only way that marketing person ever thought about having a commercial about a psycho flight attendant, was for that person to experience that flight attendant themselves. And to attach that with a Nicoderm Patch is sure utter genius!! My boarding hat off to you!!

Memories of coconut oil

2007-07-06T19:08:00.000-07:00

standing at the door
yelling "Nana!"
hoping her deaf ears
hear my voice
"Yes, anak-ko?"
fresh from my bath
in a wrapped towel
hair wet and unkempt
"I'm ready!"
Come here, anak-ko"
she quietly commanded
bad accent
Nana reaches for the jar
filled of white lardy paste
her old brittle hands
cracks open the lid
releasing a wonderful scent

I always enjoyed in my childhood
room fills of fragrant cooked coconuts
frail fingers dig into the lard
filling her palms
small dabs
rubbing between her hands
gentle caresses
on my hair
every stroke with care and love
to her only grandson
in America
our time
our moment
our bonding
sharing stories
her life
her children
rough times, hard times, good times
fifteen minutes
priceless memories
she hands me the comb
I run off
until the next time

Personal Tribute to Candida Agcaoili

2007-07-06T09:18:00.000-07:00

My maternal grandmother, Candida Agcaoili, finally found her peace on May 3, 2007. She was 97. The sweet old gal almost made it 100 years. I can remember how excited I was to first meet her when she first arrived here from the Philippines in 1975 or 76; I'm not sure. She was a petite yet hardy woman who took care of me while my parents worked. Hell, she took care of most of my cousins while my aunts and uncles worked. If she wasn't doing that, she was either cleaning the house, tending to the garden, anything to make herself useful to the household.

It was wonderful to see her socialize with the other matriarchs of the family. They would reminisce about times back on the island, both good and bad, complaining about their particular ailments, and gossiping (in Ilocano, a dialect in the Philippines, it's called chismis) about relatives back at home. They had a their own wonderful sounds of laughter and gasping that is indescribable. One had to be there!

My most fond memory of her is when she made coconut oil. It was not for cooking, but for medicinal purposes. It's fragrant smell would fill the entire house. In 2000, I was taking a Filipino American Literature class at San Francisco State University. One of our assignments was to remember of taste, smell, sight, or sound from your earliest childhood memory and wrote a poem about it. I will share that poem with you all in my next post later today.

The most beautiful feature my grandma had was her hair. It was long and flowing. Her hair reached down to the lowest part of her back. It was wonderful to watch her comb, oil, and put it in a bun. After each bath, she would allow her hair to air dry. Once it was dry, she would sit in the corner of her room, usually near a heater vent, take her narrow comb, which doubles as a hair piece, and begin combing her locks of black and gray hair. She would start from the bottom and slowly work her way up toward her scalp, making sure to rid the tangles and rough spots on the way. Afterwards, she would massage coconut oil to the ends and all over her hair and scalp. And in an instant, she'd twist her hair, knot it and roll it in a bun and place the ornamental comb in her hair to hold the bun down. It gave me joy to see her do that. It was a daily regime that I'm sure she has done for years and years.

She was always glad to see her grandkids come home, either from school or work. Asked about our daily events, and then the usual Filipino thing, ask us what we wanted to eat. If you don't understand Filipino Culture, food = love. Relatives are constantly cooking to show their love and affection. Whenever you enter a Filipino home, it's always a greeting followed by "have you eaten?' It's a miracle that I'm not overweight!

Unfortunately, for the last couple of years, she suffered from dementia, so she wasn't herself. Her mind reverted back to a simpler time back in the Philippines. I guess dementia does that to a person. She would sit in her chair or lay in her bed and constantly sweeping or scrubbing herself or something and complaining of all the dust that was around her. My mom shared with me that back in Philippines, they lived in a simple house which was open aired and dusty a lot. Grandma would constantly sweep to keep the house clean and dust free. This would explain to me why she constantly used the static rug cleaner all over the house where I grew up! Anyway, her scratching and scrubbing had gotten so bad that we had to cut grandma's magnificent flowing long hair. That was the last piece of her character that disappeared. From that point on, she was no longer Candida Agcaoili. She was merely just a shell waiting to be taken away.

I'm glad to hear that she died in her sleep at home. She wasn't in a care facility or hospital. She was able to rest with her family and love constantly around her. She was a wonderful woman. And I will miss her.

Ask And You Shall Receive

2007-07-05T17:28:00.000-07:00

OK! So, I'm here at the airport again working with flight attendants on how to use the new bidding system (for those of you that care, bidding for our schedules is our life. If we screw up, there goes one's month). How difficult is it to tell a computer what you want to fly?

Well, let me tell you. For some, it's like learning a new language, which in essence it is. However, trying to put what's in your head into computer-ese has been a big challenge. However, being the human go between, let me tell you, IT'S COMPLETELY MIND BOGGLING!!

Comments made:

"Well, I want weekends off, but don't mind flying maybe one weekend a month so long as the trip is 2-days long, gets in early enough so I can watch little Bobbie make a fool of himself playing T-ball"

"I don't care what I fly, so long I don't have to get up too early in the morning, if they're not turns, and I don't have to fly to Las Vegas, San Jose, or anywhere in Mexico. Oh did I mention that I don't like flying the MD-80 and all-nighters, but I'll fly anything!!"

Hearing 8 hours of the numerous possibilities of what flight attendants want to fly can drive the most computer saavy person postal.

I'm here with my other counterpart (Let's call her Cyndi) and she's commented to me that she's dreaming this bidding stuff in her sleep. It's getting to the point where we can't speak in English anymore, and more in this foreign bidding language we need to learn.

1) Bobbie, if Bobbie cries at 1800 , if Bobbie is hungry at 1900 followed by Missie sleeping at 2000 if Missie has doll named Bambi

2) Prefer off Sunday, if spouse has rash followed by spouse has navel lint, if spouse forgets Bobbies diaper change at 700

3) Forget 1

4) Redo from where ever because I'm at the point where I don't know what I'm saying

5) Clear Schedule and Restart

Sounding a bit foreign??? This is my world for the last couple of days. I don't expect any of you to understand. In simple words, GET ME OUT OF HERE!!

Fireworks and Cracker Jacks

2007-07-04T14:45:00.000-07:00

Happy 4th to everyone!

My computer was down yesterday, so I wasn't able to post; however, that was good thing for I didn't have anything eventful or thoughful to talk about. Additionally, I was called out to do a LAX turn, so I was a bit side track.

Regarding my computer, it's time to put the old (well not so old) thing to the boneyard and get a new one. Since Darren and I have Mac laptops, we are seriously considering going to a Mac desktop. THANK GOD! (Sorry to those PCers out there). I've always been a Mac fan since my first computer. So, hoorah!!

Anyway, I'm sitting here at the airport trying to help out flight attendants with the new bidding system and noticed a BIG bowl of Cracker Jacks! When was the last time one had Cracker Jacks? It was always a thrill to get a box, but mostly getting the prize inside (and a substantial prize in fact). The Cracker Jack's here are SMALL bags (yes, bags), and the prizes are NOTHING!! Oh how times have changed!

Enjoy fireworks, picnics, or however you all enjoy Independence Day!

Sunset in Everett

2007-07-02T20:21:00.000-07:00

Trailing white clouds
Inching westward
Setting sun
Peaking through the evergreens
Cool breeze
Brushes my shoulder
Another summer evening

Puddinhead arrives in Blogland

2007-07-01T10:13:00.000-07:00

Welcome! Welcome!

How appropriate! Halfway through the year and half way through the summer in our new home in Everett, WA. It's Sunday morning; I just got off the can and I thought, let's start a blog! Hell, it seems everyone I know has started one, is starting one, had one and doing it again, or whatever! WOW!! My first blog! I feel so cyber-techno-geeky-cool right now!

Why a blog? God only knows! I suppose it gives me something to do in the mornings rather than turn on tivo and see what that ridiculous machine had recorded overnight, or see the rambling antics or "The Nanny" or watch for the nth time the nth running of the "The Golden Girls" (hey don't knock it, Estelle Getty rocks!!)

Anyway, I'm last of the PM list today, so the likely hood of getting called out is very slim, unless they pull the same thing last night "hey we have a 2 hour call out for airport standby that starts @ 930pm!" If you're going to pay me to watch tv, read my novel, or do brain teasers at the airport for 4 hours, THAT'S FINE BY ME! However, it does seem a complete waste of my time. But that is the life of a reserve (BIG SIGH!).

Well enough of my ramblings for now. Let me finish up setting up this account so you folks know who I am (Not that anyone out in cyberland will be reading this!) and get my day started.

THINKING OUT LOUD: Need to print that chicken recipe, buy a 13x9 baking dish, and head to the market to buy a chicken (dead of course), and the makings of that yummy s'mores cookie bar recipe I saw yesterday (Our mouths watering yet?)

Later all! Be kind to others (no matter how stupid they are!)