Just a quick note, I am surviving with Bridget in China. I knew I would but I also knew it wouldn't be easy. I haven't yet gone downstairs to torture myself by cleaning her room. :)
The job is going very well. I love having Mondays off and I have two really great bosses, so I'm very lucky. Also, next month Gary and I are going to go to Florida and stay in our new condo for the first time. Neato torpedo!
One bad thing, Gary is going out of town on Monday for the whole WEEK. Looks like it'll be just the dog and me. I see several taco bell outings coming up. (Audrey, I hope you want to visit?)
Oh, and am I the last person on the planet to discover NCIS? Good show, and Mark Harmon is easy on the eyes.
We have a new couch, we got it at Ikea. It's called the Manstad, and it makes into a bed. It replaced the futon in the front room (which is now being stored for Bridget, and yes Bridget, you get to have the little throw pillows, too, they just jumped out of my arms onto the family room couches when I was on my way downstairs.) I also got some pretty new pillows for it, so it looks really nice in there.
Bridget, I finished the second round of that brain scan at the hospital. I think I'm done with that booger stuff in my hair. Thank goodness for that.
Saturday, September 17, 2011
Sunday, July 10, 2011
Thoughts on Gary's release...
1. No one told me it would be so darned difficult. I had no idea it would be an emotional thing, but it is. It is a lot like watching your last child graduate from high school, or realizing you have no more kids in primary. A major part of my life is over (that of being the bishop's wife) and will probably not come back, so I'm glad I enjoyed it and didn't wish any part of it away.
2. One of the reasons I am grateful that Gary was able to be the bishop is because it gave other people a glimpse of what I have always seen in him: a man who is loving and kind and thinks of others all the time. A man who is thoughtful without having to TRY to be thoughtful. (A lot of the time I have to remind myself to be nice, especially if I am in a bad mood. Being nice is Gary's nature.)
3. People are always so sympathetic towards a bishop's wife and that's just plain crazy. The bishop's wife gets a lot of blessings. The spirit in our home was warm, the ward members were loving and supportive, and even though Gary was gone often for various meetings and stuff, I always knew that if I needed him he would have dropped what he was doing and he would have been there for me. (But I was blessed to NOT be in that dire of need.) And the times when Gary was with me, for date nights or when we were spending time together watching TV or whatever, he just felt more "there" so I never felt like I was shorted in any way. Of course, if I had young children it would have been more difficult, but since mine were old enough to get themselves ready for church, I really reaped the rewards without pain.
4. I had the pleasure of watching Gary's love for the youth in the ward grow deeper and deeper as the years went by. Gary has always loved the scouts, of course. But to be honest I think the thought of being surrounded by YW made him nervous. (Maybe having three daughters who could wrap him around their little fingers made the idea of a whole room full of girls a little intimidating.) Over the years he has not only overcome the nervousness, he has become visibly more comfortable dealing with the youth as a group regardless of their gender. And he will always be known for being the bishop with that cool song game.
5. Gary is the first bishop in many a year in our ward who has not been bald upon his release. :)
6. I have been continually impressed that there has been no act of service, no work in the kingdom of the ward, that Gary has not been willing to do. Last night Gary said that he wanted to go down to the small 2nd building because there were a lot of dead moths that needed to be cleaned up (the building isn't in use much, especially in the summer because there is no seminary) and he didn't want the new bishop to have to go down and clean it up. So at 10:00 at night, we were down there vacuuming up all the dead moths. Well, actually Gary was doing the vacuuming while I played with the buttons on the podium. But then I went around and picked up the moths he missed and did some general tidying up. I love that building.
7. Gary is not perfect, of course. There is no doubt that he has offended someone here and there. But there is also no doubt that he would never INTENTIONALLY offend anyone. He has always done his best to do only what the Lord would have him do.
8. I have had five plus years to gaze at him on the stand, admiring how handsome he is. :) And when I occasionally caught his eye, I mouthed the words "I love you" to him, and he would get a sheepish look on his face and mouth it back to me.
9. Those times when he has dozed off on the stand? Well, for the most part it was because he had spent a little too long either working on bishop emails, genealogy, or some other worthwhile project. I hardly ever saw him fritter away his time, but if he did it was probably star trek related. (Yes, he is occasionally a bit of a trekkie.)
Gary, my love, thank you. Thank you for fulfilling your calling with all the joy in your heart, and sharing those great blessings with me. Eternity will be Heaven with you.
2. One of the reasons I am grateful that Gary was able to be the bishop is because it gave other people a glimpse of what I have always seen in him: a man who is loving and kind and thinks of others all the time. A man who is thoughtful without having to TRY to be thoughtful. (A lot of the time I have to remind myself to be nice, especially if I am in a bad mood. Being nice is Gary's nature.)
3. People are always so sympathetic towards a bishop's wife and that's just plain crazy. The bishop's wife gets a lot of blessings. The spirit in our home was warm, the ward members were loving and supportive, and even though Gary was gone often for various meetings and stuff, I always knew that if I needed him he would have dropped what he was doing and he would have been there for me. (But I was blessed to NOT be in that dire of need.) And the times when Gary was with me, for date nights or when we were spending time together watching TV or whatever, he just felt more "there" so I never felt like I was shorted in any way. Of course, if I had young children it would have been more difficult, but since mine were old enough to get themselves ready for church, I really reaped the rewards without pain.
4. I had the pleasure of watching Gary's love for the youth in the ward grow deeper and deeper as the years went by. Gary has always loved the scouts, of course. But to be honest I think the thought of being surrounded by YW made him nervous. (Maybe having three daughters who could wrap him around their little fingers made the idea of a whole room full of girls a little intimidating.) Over the years he has not only overcome the nervousness, he has become visibly more comfortable dealing with the youth as a group regardless of their gender. And he will always be known for being the bishop with that cool song game.
5. Gary is the first bishop in many a year in our ward who has not been bald upon his release. :)
6. I have been continually impressed that there has been no act of service, no work in the kingdom of the ward, that Gary has not been willing to do. Last night Gary said that he wanted to go down to the small 2nd building because there were a lot of dead moths that needed to be cleaned up (the building isn't in use much, especially in the summer because there is no seminary) and he didn't want the new bishop to have to go down and clean it up. So at 10:00 at night, we were down there vacuuming up all the dead moths. Well, actually Gary was doing the vacuuming while I played with the buttons on the podium. But then I went around and picked up the moths he missed and did some general tidying up. I love that building.
7. Gary is not perfect, of course. There is no doubt that he has offended someone here and there. But there is also no doubt that he would never INTENTIONALLY offend anyone. He has always done his best to do only what the Lord would have him do.
8. I have had five plus years to gaze at him on the stand, admiring how handsome he is. :) And when I occasionally caught his eye, I mouthed the words "I love you" to him, and he would get a sheepish look on his face and mouth it back to me.
9. Those times when he has dozed off on the stand? Well, for the most part it was because he had spent a little too long either working on bishop emails, genealogy, or some other worthwhile project. I hardly ever saw him fritter away his time, but if he did it was probably star trek related. (Yes, he is occasionally a bit of a trekkie.)
Gary, my love, thank you. Thank you for fulfilling your calling with all the joy in your heart, and sharing those great blessings with me. Eternity will be Heaven with you.
Saturday, May 21, 2011
When it rains, it pours...
Okay, so after nearly a year and a half of not having a job, I got a job offer as an executive assistant for a couple who teach leadership and communication skills along with team building to corporations and other high-profile clients. They've been doing this work for 18 years and they're very successful. They've authored several books and run workshops all over the country, internationally, and over the internet as well. I can't even begin to guess how high their IQ's are, they are both brilliant though the wife seems somewhat smarter than the husband. Either that or he is hiding it. They run the business from their home, where they live with their daughter.
When I applied for the job, it was almost an afterthought. I normally do my applying from jobs listed on Career builder, USA jobs, and the Colorado Workforce websites. Now and again I won't have enough applications in for the week from those sources (I have to have five contacts per week) so then I will check places like LinkedIn and Monster. This particular job was posted on Monster, and this was the last day that applications were being accepted. I hurried and sent in my resume and the very next day I got a call requesting an interview.
I went to the interview and I thought it went pretty well. I found out that there were about 300 applicants for the job. (From what I've seen this go-round, that's typical.) Anyway, they weren't interviewing many people. And they actually needed someone in the position several months earlier but they hadn't had time to go through the process of getting the position filled. They still didn't have the time, but they had gotten to the point of desperation. I let them know that I had another interview in one week, a second interview with CU, and they assured me that they would let me know before that time if I was successful.
A day before my CU interview, the man called me. He told me that although his wife liked me, he liked someone else a little more and his judgement prevailed. I was a little discouraged, but I figured I would just go to my interview with CU the next day and do my best. I was a little worried about that one because I didn't think that they would offer what I was asking, but I figured the interview would be a good experience and I liked the woman who was the hiring manager there.
The CU interview on Friday was actually three interviews in one: the first with the hiring manager, the second with HER boss, and the third with another person who would also be someone I would support. All three of the interviews were pleasant and I enjoyed them. Afterwards I drove over to Gary's office and we went to lunch together so I got a bonus date out of it.
On Monday I was doing some shopping at Office Max and I got a phone call. It was the husband/wife team from the job that turned me down. They wanted me to start immediately since their first choice hadn't worked out, and they offered me $2 more per hour than I had asked. I had scheduled a vacation with Gary the weekend coming up so I wouldn't be working the full week (or the full week after that) but they wanted me to work as much as possible up till then.
After my trip, I returned to work (I brought some little souvenirs for the family) and on Thursday, about 10:00, I got a phone call on my cell, which I went outside to take. It was CU, and guess what? I was offered the job at the university. They didn't offer as much per hour as the job with the husband/wife team, but there are a lot of other perks. First of all, they offered a tad more than my original asking amount. And they match contributions to a 401K (not sure what the cap is) so if I contribute the max, I'll be back up to what I was getting with the husband/wife team, maybe a bit more. Second, the university gives 13 point something hours of vacation per month (pro-rated for me, since I will work 3/4 of a full-time schedule, every Monday off, 30 hours per week) which works out to over 4 weeks of vacation per year, a lot more than I would get with the husband/wife team. I'd also get sick time and holidays. Also, and this is a biggie: although currently the university gives tuition credit to the employees only, they are going to extend the benefit to the spouse and children as well. Because it felt right, I told CU that although I had recently accepted a job, I really wanted to work with them and they said that I could think about it and call them back.
I went back inside and continued working, but it was a very long day. On my way home from work I called Gary and talked to him about the situation, and then I called CU and told them that I accepted their offer. They asked if I could start June 1, or if, due to my having a job at this point, I would need to wait until June 15. Since I had only worked 5 days at this point I really couldn't see the husband/wife team wanting me to stick around. In fact, I was fairly certain that once I told them that I had chosen to leave for a different job I would be asked to leave. Anyway, I told CU that I would let them know as soon as possible when I could start.
The next morning when I arrived at work, I immediately told my employers of my decision. Surprisingly enough, although they were astounded that I was leaving the job, they understood (especially when I told them about the tuition benefits and the fact that I have several family members who could use that.) Even more surprising, not only did they NOT ask me to leave immediately, they asked for not just the full two weeks notice, but anything beyond that which I could give them. (They have a book due on June 6.) Since CU was willing to wait until June 15 (CU hires only on the first or the 15th of the month) I will work for them until I start for CU or until they don't need me, if it's before that. The way I figure, it's the professional thing to do and they do pay well, so I'll do my best for them. And actually, I have to say that they have both been very gracious about my leaving the job (which I felt terrible about, after all.) I even got a "thank you" email, which I thought was above and beyond what was necessary, thanking me for giving them the extra time to work on their book.
Okay, that's the whole job story, whether you wanted to hear it or not. :) I'll let you know how the CU job goes, but I think it will be wonderful. My new boss's name is Emily and she is a very nice woman. She knows I will have "grandma duty" when Isaac is born and everything. Yay!
When I applied for the job, it was almost an afterthought. I normally do my applying from jobs listed on Career builder, USA jobs, and the Colorado Workforce websites. Now and again I won't have enough applications in for the week from those sources (I have to have five contacts per week) so then I will check places like LinkedIn and Monster. This particular job was posted on Monster, and this was the last day that applications were being accepted. I hurried and sent in my resume and the very next day I got a call requesting an interview.
I went to the interview and I thought it went pretty well. I found out that there were about 300 applicants for the job. (From what I've seen this go-round, that's typical.) Anyway, they weren't interviewing many people. And they actually needed someone in the position several months earlier but they hadn't had time to go through the process of getting the position filled. They still didn't have the time, but they had gotten to the point of desperation. I let them know that I had another interview in one week, a second interview with CU, and they assured me that they would let me know before that time if I was successful.
A day before my CU interview, the man called me. He told me that although his wife liked me, he liked someone else a little more and his judgement prevailed. I was a little discouraged, but I figured I would just go to my interview with CU the next day and do my best. I was a little worried about that one because I didn't think that they would offer what I was asking, but I figured the interview would be a good experience and I liked the woman who was the hiring manager there.
The CU interview on Friday was actually three interviews in one: the first with the hiring manager, the second with HER boss, and the third with another person who would also be someone I would support. All three of the interviews were pleasant and I enjoyed them. Afterwards I drove over to Gary's office and we went to lunch together so I got a bonus date out of it.
On Monday I was doing some shopping at Office Max and I got a phone call. It was the husband/wife team from the job that turned me down. They wanted me to start immediately since their first choice hadn't worked out, and they offered me $2 more per hour than I had asked. I had scheduled a vacation with Gary the weekend coming up so I wouldn't be working the full week (or the full week after that) but they wanted me to work as much as possible up till then.
After my trip, I returned to work (I brought some little souvenirs for the family) and on Thursday, about 10:00, I got a phone call on my cell, which I went outside to take. It was CU, and guess what? I was offered the job at the university. They didn't offer as much per hour as the job with the husband/wife team, but there are a lot of other perks. First of all, they offered a tad more than my original asking amount. And they match contributions to a 401K (not sure what the cap is) so if I contribute the max, I'll be back up to what I was getting with the husband/wife team, maybe a bit more. Second, the university gives 13 point something hours of vacation per month (pro-rated for me, since I will work 3/4 of a full-time schedule, every Monday off, 30 hours per week) which works out to over 4 weeks of vacation per year, a lot more than I would get with the husband/wife team. I'd also get sick time and holidays. Also, and this is a biggie: although currently the university gives tuition credit to the employees only, they are going to extend the benefit to the spouse and children as well. Because it felt right, I told CU that although I had recently accepted a job, I really wanted to work with them and they said that I could think about it and call them back.
I went back inside and continued working, but it was a very long day. On my way home from work I called Gary and talked to him about the situation, and then I called CU and told them that I accepted their offer. They asked if I could start June 1, or if, due to my having a job at this point, I would need to wait until June 15. Since I had only worked 5 days at this point I really couldn't see the husband/wife team wanting me to stick around. In fact, I was fairly certain that once I told them that I had chosen to leave for a different job I would be asked to leave. Anyway, I told CU that I would let them know as soon as possible when I could start.
The next morning when I arrived at work, I immediately told my employers of my decision. Surprisingly enough, although they were astounded that I was leaving the job, they understood (especially when I told them about the tuition benefits and the fact that I have several family members who could use that.) Even more surprising, not only did they NOT ask me to leave immediately, they asked for not just the full two weeks notice, but anything beyond that which I could give them. (They have a book due on June 6.) Since CU was willing to wait until June 15 (CU hires only on the first or the 15th of the month) I will work for them until I start for CU or until they don't need me, if it's before that. The way I figure, it's the professional thing to do and they do pay well, so I'll do my best for them. And actually, I have to say that they have both been very gracious about my leaving the job (which I felt terrible about, after all.) I even got a "thank you" email, which I thought was above and beyond what was necessary, thanking me for giving them the extra time to work on their book.
Okay, that's the whole job story, whether you wanted to hear it or not. :) I'll let you know how the CU job goes, but I think it will be wonderful. My new boss's name is Emily and she is a very nice woman. She knows I will have "grandma duty" when Isaac is born and everything. Yay!
Tuesday, May 10, 2011
We did it!
Well, we did it! Gary and I went to spend a few days in Orlando together, visiting my friend Mickey and enjoying one another's company. We also figured we'd touch base with the realtor to see what was going on with that town home we put an offer on months ago. (FYI, "short sales" are not for the faint hearted...)
Anyway, we had some spare time on Saturday, so D'Anne (the realtor) took us to a few places we hadn't looked at before and we saw a place that had just been reduced in price because the owner was getting pretty antsy to sell. Since our previous offer had fallen through (the owners decided to take it off the market and just let the bank repossess it) we were a little skittish towards anything bank-owned or labeled as a short sale, so since this wasn't either of those that was a big plus.
Also, since it was a vacation rental,, that was a plus to me. I know that this is a tough time for a lot of folks and it's nothing personal and all that, but it's nice to know that I wasn't yanking someone's primary residence away from them while they went to live with their parents or whatever. Also, since it's a vacation rental, all of the furniture (right down to the linens and kitchen items) are included, so even though I might want to replace items, I don't HAVE to buy anything in order to make it useable.
The picture above is of the exterior of the condos. We have a unit on the ground floor, no stairs. (That made Gary happy.)
When you come in the front door and look to your left, this is what you see. The couch (which is barely visible in this photo) is a sleeper sofa.
This is another shot of the living room area. The dining room table seats six comfortably, though the condo sleeps eight. (two in the master bedroom, two in each of the other two bedrooms, and two on the sleeper sofa.) Plus there are two porta-cribs and a high chair.
The second and third bedrooms each have two twin beds rather than having a full sized bed. They also have fairly ample closets. One has a walk in closet, the other just a regular closet. One is decorated with Disney bedspreads. :)
There are two bathrooms, the one in the master bedroom has a tile shower, the one in the hall has a tub/shower combination. Both have single sinks. There is a closet in the hallway with a full sized washer and dryer. The kitchen includes the fridge, stove, and dishwasher.
Behind the front door is a securely locked, heavy duty closet called the "owner's closet." This is a closet that the owner can use to store personal items so that when he or she uses the condo for their own use they have a place to put things they don't want renters to have access to. (clothing, personal items such as curling irons, cosmetics, etc.) It's not a huge storage area, but it's nice to have some space to put a few items, especially since Gary and I fly standby and the amount of stuff we can take with us has to fit in one carry-on suitcase.
Currently, the condo has some summer bookings that we can either keep or the rental management company will re-book them elsewhere. I think Gary and I are going to let them rent the place out for the summer. For the most part, I don't go to WDW in the summer for 3 reasons: first, it's too hot and humid. Totally miserable. Second, it's too crowded and too expensive. It's Disney's peak season (which should make it easier to rent, too.) Third, it's horrible to try to fly standby. Summer travel to busy tourist areas = headaches all the way around. Since I don't plan to use it this summer, why not let the bookings stand and perhaps see if this is something we will do each summer to offset the HOA fee?
The last two photos are of the master bedroom, which also has a small TV. (There was a TV in the living room, too.) Gary and I will replace the bed with a king, but not until at least after this first summer of rentals.
Anyway, TA DA!!
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| Our New Home |
Also, since it was a vacation rental,, that was a plus to me. I know that this is a tough time for a lot of folks and it's nothing personal and all that, but it's nice to know that I wasn't yanking someone's primary residence away from them while they went to live with their parents or whatever. Also, since it's a vacation rental, all of the furniture (right down to the linens and kitchen items) are included, so even though I might want to replace items, I don't HAVE to buy anything in order to make it useable.
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When you come in the front door and look to your left, this is what you see. The couch (which is barely visible in this photo) is a sleeper sofa.
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| Living Room |
This is another shot of the living room area. The dining room table seats six comfortably, though the condo sleeps eight. (two in the master bedroom, two in each of the other two bedrooms, and two on the sleeper sofa.) Plus there are two porta-cribs and a high chair.
The second and third bedrooms each have two twin beds rather than having a full sized bed. They also have fairly ample closets. One has a walk in closet, the other just a regular closet. One is decorated with Disney bedspreads. :)
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| Kids' guest room |
There are two bathrooms, the one in the master bedroom has a tile shower, the one in the hall has a tub/shower combination. Both have single sinks. There is a closet in the hallway with a full sized washer and dryer. The kitchen includes the fridge, stove, and dishwasher.
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| Adults' Guest room |
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| Master Bedroom |
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| Master Bedroom |
The last two photos are of the master bedroom, which also has a small TV. (There was a TV in the living room, too.) Gary and I will replace the bed with a king, but not until at least after this first summer of rentals.
Anyway, TA DA!!
Monday, May 2, 2011
Friday, April 29, 2011
My take on tools...
1. Why are there two kinds of screwdrivers? I believe they only exist to frustrate women. No matter which kind of screwdriver I need, I find the OTHER one first. And if one is obviously superior to the other, why aren’t all screws made with that type of head and the other done away with? I think the world was just fine with a regular screwdriver and some dude named Phillip came along and said “I want a tool named after me.” So he created a screwdriver, got all his buddies to agree to use it, and now we have about half the screws in the world with little “x’s” on them so when we’re looking for a screwdriver we need to know if it’s a regular one or if it’s phillip’s screwdriver.
2. Tool boxes are too complicated. Really, Handy Manny has the right idea for the most part. Have you looked inside a tool box lately? (Especially a man’s toolbox.) There’s undefinable garbage in there. I can accomplish most of what I need to do with just a few items, the most valuable of which is a hammer. And if I can’t find a hammer, a lot of other things will do in a pinch. (Gary once had a pair of shoes that was heavy enough to use as a hammer. Sorry about those chips in the soles, honey.) And as every woman knows, a butter knife will do as a screwdriver in all but the most precise screwdriver cases.
3. Tools do not automatically become the property of the man. I should not have to resort to buying purple flowered tools in order to guarantee they stay in my toolbox. However, I happen to like purple flowered tools.
4. Tools do not automatically become more valuable because they are filthy. It’s is acceptable to have a clean tool. Especially if you are borrowing mine.
5. Go ahead and mock my tools. I realize that I am the only one in the household that thinks it’s neato-torpedo that you can unscrew the head off my purple-flowered hammer to find seven screwdrivers inside. But then don’t resent my knowing smirk when I see you using it.
6. If you are borrowing something from MY toolbox (which should be fairly obvious because you found it IN my toolbox or you noticed that it is either a feminine color or it is a size you enjoy mocking) you should return it to my toolbox. It does not belong in the garage.
7. When a certain husband leaves a favorite hose nozzle out all winter so that it doesn’t work (cuz something plastic in it got frozen and cracked so that the water just pours over my hand instead of shooting out over all of the cool different settings, a sledge hammer is the perfect item to take out your frustration with it. But be careful, because it will scare the dog.
Wednesday, April 27, 2011
Something I have done that you haven't done...
Here's a challenge. Name something I have done that I don't think anyone else I know has done. That's easy. I have driven down the runway at Lowry Air Force base. In a big white station wagon. It wasn't a terrorist act or anything, I was lost. I was trying to find the Cherry Creek mall and I took a wrong turn. (Okay, a couple of wrong turns.) I noticed that I was on the base, and the streets were getting narrower and twistier, so my logic was that since I was obviously getting deeper inside the base, I should look for streets that were wider and straighter. So I aimed for the widest, straightest street I could find. Once I found it and was driving on it, the first thing I noticed was that there were no other cars. Then I noticed there were no typical lines painted on it. (Not much gets by me, huh?) Then I noticed there was a big airplane in my way. I stopped driving.
As I was looking to see where I could turn around, I noticed a perplexed guard (complete with rifle across his chest) behind my car. I got out and said, "I'm lost." He replied, "No you're not." Okay, that wasn't what I expected to hear. He wasn't smiling, either. I said, "Yes, I am." He again said, "No, you're not. Where do you think you are?" I said, "I think I'm on a runway;" He said, "See? You're not lost." I said, "But I really don't want to be here!" He said, "Well, I'm not too wild about that myself. Where do you want to be?" I said, "The Cherry Creek mall." Then he got this "how-in-the-world-did-you-manage-to-get-here" look on his face and lowered his gun. He then gave me a bunch of compass words to get me to the mall, which of course I didn't understand at all. (If I spoke compass I wouldn't have ended up on that stupid runway in the first place) and I turned around and managed to get off the base. I wonder how many air force people were watching me drive around while I exited Lowry?
Of course this was LONG before 9/11. Thank goodness.
As I was looking to see where I could turn around, I noticed a perplexed guard (complete with rifle across his chest) behind my car. I got out and said, "I'm lost." He replied, "No you're not." Okay, that wasn't what I expected to hear. He wasn't smiling, either. I said, "Yes, I am." He again said, "No, you're not. Where do you think you are?" I said, "I think I'm on a runway;" He said, "See? You're not lost." I said, "But I really don't want to be here!" He said, "Well, I'm not too wild about that myself. Where do you want to be?" I said, "The Cherry Creek mall." Then he got this "how-in-the-world-did-you-manage-to-get-here" look on his face and lowered his gun. He then gave me a bunch of compass words to get me to the mall, which of course I didn't understand at all. (If I spoke compass I wouldn't have ended up on that stupid runway in the first place) and I turned around and managed to get off the base. I wonder how many air force people were watching me drive around while I exited Lowry?
Of course this was LONG before 9/11. Thank goodness.
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