For Lent this year, I decided to give up the usual, desserts. But last year I read an interesting article about christians who give up something more techno, like the internet or Facebook. I found it intriguing at the time and shared it with an old college friend, Jenn. We decided last year that a Facebook fast would be our goal for 2010. I kind of forgot about it, and then mentioned it to Jenn in January and she was still game, so we went for it. I tried to be responsible about my Facebook hiatus, giving everyone a heads up, selling the fish in my virtual Fishville aquarium so they wouldn't die, removing the app from my phone, etc. etc.
The fast is over, and post Lent, I am about 5 pounds lighter thanks to the lack of dessert and I was surprised at how easy it was to quit Facebook cold turkey. In fact, I came to enjoy the simplicity. I didn't realize how much time I was spending in the land of social networking, especially in the evenings as the day was winding down. When Easter came, I logged in for the first time in 40 days and was OVERWHELMED with all the messages, friend requests, notifications, etc. that were waiting for me. I think I had over 100 notifications from various Facebook apps! It was almost easier to not have to worry about that. I am still slowly working my way thru those, and finally managed to catch up with some people. Of course it was a nice surprise to see a few friends who had surfaced while I was gone, including a friend from my early days in Sarasota (we're talking 20 plus years).
The one realization I had was that I did not see how I had come to use Facebook as my primary means of communication with so many people. My next door neighbor, who like me is a flight attendant, and I commented on how we never heard from each other during my fast, and our houses are 15 feet apart!
So coming away from all this, I will try to use more email and phone calls to friends versus FB messaging and wall writing. I'm glad I took this fast and think it will become one of my annual Lenten rituals.
Thursday, April 8, 2010
Wednesday, March 31, 2010
Flying with Friends
This month has been kind of low key. Nothing really "blog worthy" to speak of. I've been flying the Caribbean mostly, and I did a Maui trip and will be heading off to earthquake ravaged Chile tonight. I managed to catch the "Cruise Ship Virus" that has been plaguing passengers sailing around the Caribbean. No doubt someone gave it to me on the plane. I am constantly washing and sanitizing my hands, but I guess that doesn't fend off all the germs. What a bummer to get the "Cruise Ship Virus" without getting to enjoy the cruise.
It has been a fun month because I've gotten to fly with some friends I've known for ten plus years, but actually never worked with. My company employs so many flight attendants and there are something like 1,400 just at my base so when you fly with friends it's a treat. This month I flew with my friends Leatha, Gay, Dina, and Rick. When you fly with people you know, it just makes the trip go better.
It has been a fun month because I've gotten to fly with some friends I've known for ten plus years, but actually never worked with. My company employs so many flight attendants and there are something like 1,400 just at my base so when you fly with friends it's a treat. This month I flew with my friends Leatha, Gay, Dina, and Rick. When you fly with people you know, it just makes the trip go better.
My most recent trip was a three day trip laying over in San Juan and Guatemala City with Rick. We both kind of have that witty and sharp sense of humor so we would "bicker" back and forth on the cart, much to the enjoyment of our passengers. I would comment on his age, lack of hair, and encroaching senility and he would come back with a comment about my youth and stupidity. We did have a lady who snapped at me because she claimed someone from the airline stole her purse at security, but she had a nice slice of humble pie when another passenger merely pointed out that she left it in an empty seat. To her credit she did apologize and she must have felt bad because when I came thru the cabin at the end of the flight with the UNICEF pouch collecting donations, she gave me a $20. Guilt can pay off financially I guess.
I snapped the following photo from my hotel balcony.
From the total view, I counted so many "American" businesses. I guess the desire for American brands is very strong here. I saw: Chuck E. Cheese's, Mc Donalds, KFC, Burger King, Blockbuster Video, Chevron, Pizza Hut, Domino's, Chili's.....
Globalization is alive and well in Central America.
Thursday, February 18, 2010
The Adventures of Flat Stanley
I am spending the month of February with Flat Stanley. I'm doing it for Tristan, the son of my high school friend Vanessa, as part of a project with his school. The story goes that Flat Stanley got flattened by a bulletin board and so he goes off to have adventures.
Our first stop was Montreal. While it was a short layover, I did get a picture with Stanley and a UN Peace Keeper named Denis. He was on his way to Haiti.
Stanley also got his chance at HAM Radio operation at my friend Mark's house. Don't tell anyone though because Stanley hasn't gotten his radio license yet.
My annual Valentine's date with Ladyfriend is at a local Japanese restaurant and found Flat Stanley as the third wheel, but he did enjoy the hibachi.
Back to work, our next stop was Calgary, Canada. The customs officer was kind enough to put an entry stamp on his back so he was "legal".
Stanley also got a few lessons in flight from some of my airline's finest flyers. He's now checked out as a First Officer on the MD80.
Let's not underestimate the importance of the cabin crew (not that I am biased or anything). The girls on my trip were happy to teach Stanley about some of the emergency equipment and how it works.
The end of the trip had a quick turn into and out of San Diego. Believe it or not, the freakin' airport doesn't have a "Welcome to San Diego" sign, so I had to make do with a gift shop sign.
More adventures next week!
Wednesday, February 3, 2010
George Washington's 110 Rules of Civility and Decent Behavior in Company and Conversation
I am reading an interesting book that Ladyfriend got me for Christmas called The Guinea Pig Diaries by A.J. Jacobs http://www.ajjacobs.com/books/guinea-pig-diaries.asp. The whole book describes how the author tries various experiments that change the way he lives his life. My favorite chapter in the book is when he outsources his life to India, but a close second is when he lives his life like George Washington, including following George's 110 Rules to Live By. My challenge to you is to check it out and pick one or two to follow for a month. My favorite is Rule 2. When in Company, put not your Hands to any Part of the Body, not usually Discovered (i.e. don't scratch your privates).
I pulled these from Foundations Magazine at the following link http://www.foundationsmag.com/civility.html
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Fort Misery and Gospel Music
I'm back to domestic for the month of February. My first trip of the month was an easy three day with a long layover in Ft. Misery the second night. Really it's called Ft. Meyers. I call it Ft. Misery because my dad's late co-worker and friend Jerry Johnson, who was from there, called it Ft. Misery. After drama on the first day going to New York and back (I got embroiled in an incident with a passenger over bottled water) I was looking forward to a fun layover in Ft. Meyers. My friend Jessica was on the trip with me. The last time we flew together was a year and a half ago. Two years ago we flew a trip to Vegas that was full of drama and tall people (http://ronno1976.blogspot.com/2007/11/viva-las-vegas-leaving-las-vegas.html ).
We had to get up so early after the first layover that by the time we got to Ft. Meyers I was cranky and tired. Plus it was raining so there was not much you could do as everything involved walking around outside. I decided to take a nap so Jess, our co-worker Mary, and I, all agreed to regroup a couple of hours later. I had brought along a bottle of Yellow Tail so we all met up in Jess' room to watch Maury Povich and drink wine. It was one of those priceless episodes where we find out paternity results for various children.
At 5pm, the hotel offers a Manager's Reception on their Club Level. So we made our way up there for snacks and drinks. The meatballs down at the end looked good, but later on did not agree with me so much.
After our snacks, I walked with Jess over to Walgreens. She and her husband are hoping to have another baby so she wanted to purchase a pregnancy test (I made her buy the generic one). What I found to be the most interesting part of the whole experience was the fact that directly across the aisle from the pregnancy tests are baby products. Interesting product placement to say the least.
Seeing as we had a very early pick up the next morning, it ended up being an short evening. Our flight home was full of course and the average age on the plane was about 90, but we did have a brush with fame at the end of the trip. We had the honor of meeting Jerome L., a gospel singer from Phoenix. A very animated and interesting fellow. You can check out his music at http://qwestmusicentertainment.com and he has a new album coming out soon.
Amen.
Monday, January 18, 2010
El Salvador
January is a reserve month for me, so it usually means short call outs and running to the airport to make flights. I was surprised when I called in for the next days assignment, expecting to hear I was on "Ready Reserve" and instead had a trip assigned. It was a three day trip to El Salvador, via Los Angeles. I was scheduled to dead head that evening, so I spent the late morning at UT Southwestern's Ashton Clinic. I am participating in a study to see if Polybrominated Diphyrel Ethers (PBDE's), the chemical that makes seats flame retartat, is showing up in the blood stream of Flight Attendants. It is a carcinogen, so if it is showing up in our blood stream, we could be prone to cancer or other health problems. I had gone with a group of friends a few days earlier and I managed to get Nurse Ratchett for my blood draw. She stuck me three times and could not get blood. Now I just got my "Nine Gallon" pin at the local Blood Bank so I think it was her and not me. Anyway, on Thursday I went down for another "sticking". I had success this time around and they got the seven vials they needed.
After dinner with Ladyfriend, I made my way to the airport for the deadhead to Los Angeles. The flight was full, but I got an aisle seat. We arrived about 45 minutes early in Los Angeles and had to wait about 10 minutes for our gate and the guy sitting next to me was just dropping "f bombs" and going on about how ridiculous this was. We still got to the gate 35 minutes early, but he swore he was never flying the airline again. Oh well.
I had about three hours before our midnight departure so I went down to the crew lounge to grab a nap, but the carpets were being cleaned with the loudest industrial strength vacuum cleaners I have ever heard. So much for the nap.
Our flight was full, but the Salvadorian folks are nice and easy going. They never complain about anything.
We arrived into San Salvador at about 6:45am, as the sun was coming up. Three of the flight attendants and one of the pilots were going to spend the 24 hour layover at the beach (they had even brought their own surfboards). That left the Captain and two other flight attendants going with me to the hotel. The property is beautiful and the rooms are very nice. I passed out pretty quick, since I had been awake for what felt like days.
After a quick work out, I met up with Lynn and Chris, the two LAX based crew I was working with and we went downtown.
The thing that makes me sad though is the fast food explosion that seems to be everywhere. There seems to be a Pizza Hut and a KFC on every corner!
We were trying to figure out how to get a bus back to the hotel as the evening rolled in. The crowds were everywhere and I wasn't watching where I was going and I bumped into a box of chicken legs. It took a second to register what they were. I am not quite sure what recipes they are used for..... hmmmm.
The deadhead back to base from Los Angeles was great. A lot of my friends were working the trip, so it was fun to catch up with them and visit. I sat next to a United Flight Attendant who had just flown in from Sydney. She looked surprisingly fresh after a 15 hour flight. I look desheveled after a two hour flight from Cancun!
After dinner with Ladyfriend, I made my way to the airport for the deadhead to Los Angeles. The flight was full, but I got an aisle seat. We arrived about 45 minutes early in Los Angeles and had to wait about 10 minutes for our gate and the guy sitting next to me was just dropping "f bombs" and going on about how ridiculous this was. We still got to the gate 35 minutes early, but he swore he was never flying the airline again. Oh well.
I had about three hours before our midnight departure so I went down to the crew lounge to grab a nap, but the carpets were being cleaned with the loudest industrial strength vacuum cleaners I have ever heard. So much for the nap.
Our flight was full, but the Salvadorian folks are nice and easy going. They never complain about anything.
We arrived into San Salvador at about 6:45am, as the sun was coming up. Three of the flight attendants and one of the pilots were going to spend the 24 hour layover at the beach (they had even brought their own surfboards). That left the Captain and two other flight attendants going with me to the hotel. The property is beautiful and the rooms are very nice. I passed out pretty quick, since I had been awake for what felt like days.
After a quick work out, I met up with Lynn and Chris, the two LAX based crew I was working with and we went downtown.
The great thing about El Salvador is that they use the US dollar for their currency, so you don't have to change any money. We decided to get the local flavor and take the bus down to the city center, versus a cab. All of the buses are old yellow school buses from the states that are painted in these trip out colors. The bus we rode downtown on was named Jesus. A bus ride costs 20 cents. That is a pretty good deal!
I made a little friend on the bus named Manuel. He must have been about 8 or 9. The girls were looking for the part of town where you can buy cheaps DVDs, and Manuel decided he would be our tour guide. Of course, he wanted money, so after I gave him a dollar, he said thanks and bolted off to find the next tourist he could help. The girls fly this trip all the time, so they like to go and find the deals. They found this place where you can buy CDs and DVDs for the cheap. Notice the local woman walking around with items balanced on her head.
There are tons of street vendors selling all sorts of food. Chris and I decided to try the "Chocobananas". They dip the frozen banana in hot fudge and then roll it around in the topping of your choice. And all this yumminess for only 50 cents!
The next stop was the Iglesia de San Ignacio, one of the many cathedrals around town. The outside of the church was so ornate, but the inside was surprisingly simple. One of the stark reminders about being in a third world country, was the poverty and beggars. The church entrance was surrounded by lots of people asking for money, and many of them were missing limbs or disabled, which was sad.
We were trying to figure out how to get a bus back to the hotel as the evening rolled in. The crowds were everywhere and I wasn't watching where I was going and I bumped into a box of chicken legs. It took a second to register what they were. I am not quite sure what recipes they are used for..... hmmmm.
As the sun began to set, people were ending their work days and they all just sort of found their way to the many parks and squares around town. It must be the social part of the day. It was fascinating to watch people bustling about, buying things from the street vendors, sitting and chatting, etc. etc. Certainly a much simpler life than what we have in the US, but everyone seemed jovial and happy. We rode back to the hotel on a bus named "Christina".
The flight back the next morning was full, but the people were just as nice as on the way down. A lot of the folks, especially the elderly ones, can't read or write, so being the spanish speaker onboard, I had to help them fill out their forms. You have to be sesitive about it though. It must be hard to admit for them, because they always say something like their eyes or bad or they left their classes at home. I just tried to make it seem like it was no big deal.
The flight back the next morning was full, but the people were just as nice as on the way down. A lot of the folks, especially the elderly ones, can't read or write, so being the spanish speaker onboard, I had to help them fill out their forms. You have to be sesitive about it though. It must be hard to admit for them, because they always say something like their eyes or bad or they left their classes at home. I just tried to make it seem like it was no big deal.
The deadhead back to base from Los Angeles was great. A lot of my friends were working the trip, so it was fun to catch up with them and visit. I sat next to a United Flight Attendant who had just flown in from Sydney. She looked surprisingly fresh after a 15 hour flight. I look desheveled after a two hour flight from Cancun!
Sunday, January 17, 2010
Boxing Day
A little late on this post. I flew a London trip on Christmas Day, arriving in the UK on the 26th, Boxing Day. When we left, the Captain has told us about some "nut job" who had tried to light a firecracker on a Northwest/Delta flight from Amsterdam to Detroit. Little did we know how that was going to play out at the time.



The flight over was uneventful, except for the "Vegetarian Issue" as history would come to call it. Apparently, British Airways cancelled their flight out of Dallas to London due to a mechanical, so we inherited a lot of their passengers, including a large number of passengers who were connecting to Pakistan. Because of the last minute change, all their special meal requests were not honored (you need 48 hours to plan for that), so the Chicken or Meat Lasagna was not very well received by these people.
A lot of places were closed on Boxing Day, but most of the big stores were open for the post Christmas sales. When we arrived, I changed clothes and went to Tesco to get some Original Source shower gel (http://www.originalsource.co.uk) and got some provisions for late night snacking.
After a short nap, I woke up around 3pm or so. The sun was already starting to set by the time I made my way outside (the joys of Europe in winter) I have a friend who recently moved to the UK with her husband and they live outside London. However, with the reduced train schedule on Boxing Day, it wasn't feasible to make the journey to their place. I decided to walk around Kensington instead. Down by the British Museum lots of people were ice skating and they had the trees all decorated with lights.
After walking around for about two hours, I made my way back to the hotel to meet up with my co-worker Patrick. I first met him in 2001 when I was volunteering at the union, but this was the first time we had flown together. We made plans to meet in the lobby at 5:30 and find a place to eat. That evening, a lot of local restaurants opened for business, so we went to the Stanhope Arms, a local pub, for dinner. I had Steak and Ale pie and mushy peas. Comfort food to say the least!
I was in bed pretty early. We had a pick up the next morning at like 7am, which is one am body clock time, so I wanted to get a good night sleep. I had purchased a milkshake called Frijj, which I have been buying since I first layed over in the UK when I was a new hire back in 1998. They had a new "flavour" called cookie dough. Now the real story is that lactose and I don't get along, but I always fall victim to Frijj. I enjoyed the cookie dough shake, but at 4am, I was not enjoying it so much.
The next morning, the full ramifications of the "crotch bomber" had surfaced. We were looking at some major security changes and the boarding of our flight took about two hours as each passenger was given additional screening. Everyone seemed to take it in stride, even though we were about an hour late arriving home. We did have some "East Ender" girls who proceeded to get sauced on the flight home. I knew they were toasted when she came up and told me I was "hot". (Let's face it... I am average at best). I had to have a talk with her and make her promise not to enjoy any adult beverages during her sit time in Dallas. I wanted to make sure she sobered up.
Those kind of passengers sure make the job interesting.
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