Dichotomy

A dichotomy is two seemingly contradictory things thrown together for your Monday blog amusement.
Just because I pack a Coach bag, don't assume that I'm not comfortable around guns. (Thanks Dad!) I'm fairly sure that me owning a 9mm Beretta was one of the deciding factors in whether Daron proposed marriage or not. The charming personality and quick wit were just bonuses!

At the Barnes household, we have a bit of a squirrel problem. We happen to own a dog bred for squirrel hunting. One little backyard, 65 taunting squirrels, and no way to catch one has turned our dog into a frustrated mess. Here's where the GAMO Air Rifle comes in... Believe me, I've done some research, and this is going to be fun as well as effective. Will I feel badly about blasting those poor squirrels? Maybe, but I'm sure it will pass soon enough. Besides, squirrel season starts on Thursday, and that makes us totally legit!!

We haven't really thought as far as disposal yet. I really think the minute squirrels start falling from the sky like manna from heaven, Skip will make sure disposal isn't an issue. (Are squirrels fattening? They're all natural, right? I'll have to ask the vet...)

Happy Hunting Everyone!!!

*Disclaimer: if you belong to PETA, think hunting is wrong, hate guns, love squirrels, or any combination thereof... please know that I'm a big fan of the 2nd Amendment (Bill of Rights). We may just have to agree to disagree. Besides everyone knows that girls that shoot guns are totally hot.

Seattle or Bust

Dear Readers,
This post finds me in better spirits. Approximately 24 hours after I started, I finally arrived in Seattle. The weather here is gorgeous, and I'm going to see one of my favorite bands tonight!!! My luggage arrived without incident (I was right to be worried, though, right?) and I'm in clean clothes for the first time since yesterday morning. Pee-ewww. My friends were kind enough not to comment on my uncharacteristicly disheveled state. I'm going to have some great fun this week!! I miss my boys (Hi Daron, Hi Skip!), but I've been looking forward to this week for a while.... See you all when I get back!!!
Elisa

Beantown

So after leaving my house about 9 hours ago, I'm no closer to Seattle than when I started. I'm in lovely Saugus, Massachusetts (slums of Boston) after an airline debacle of epic and Xanax worthy porportions. Here's the day in numbers:

Hours sat on Raleigh runway: 1.5
Runways operating at Boston airport: 1
Connections missed: 1
Number of gate agents spoken to in Boston: 16
Number of helpful gate agents: 0
Terminals directed and redirected to: 3
Pairs of sensible traveling shoes worn: 0
Pairs of cute, non-sensible shoes worn: 1
Hurt Feet: 2
Bag missing: 1
Hotel paid for with my hard earned $$ because delay was deemed "non-mechanical"... :1
Hours spent at overpriced hotel before 4am shuttle comes to retrieve me: 6
Chance of me flying with a Boston connection again: ZERO!!!
Chance of this ruining my excellent Seattle vacation: ZERO!!

That is, unless they fail to locate my bag. Then I'm totally screwed..... :(