Monthly Archives: August 2006

On the Road

My head is going to explode

Did I mention that one of the airlines lost a piece of our luggage? Well, they did. We saw it go on the plane in Charlotte, but we didn’t get it back when Martinair bumped us from our Orlando flight. We’ve been trying to track it down ever since. On Friday, I got an email that says:

Thank you for contacting US Airways about your baggage. We apologize you have been without your luggage and we thank you for your patience. We have checked your file record and see that your luggage has arrived to the destination city and is available for pick up. emphasis mine

So we came to the airport a day early to make sure we had time to get our bag. We got to Amsterdam at noon. It’s now 4 o’clock, and I don’t have my bag. I have a headache, a righteous anger and a cranky baby, but I don’t have my bag. My bag that contains all of Rockford’s new pants and my external hard drive. Which is storing most of Poppy’s baby pictures. Which is why this is not just giving me a headache, it’s breaking my heart.

The man at the baggage claim that handles US Airways stuff says the tracking number I have is no good here; it’s only good in the United States. The people at the U.S. 800 number say the bag is here. Or maybe it’s en route. When I called back today, they said maybe it wasn’t quite here yet.

I hope I never have to fly again.

Family matters

What’s next

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We’re going back to North Carolina, and we’re going to try to stay afloat until Rockford either finds a teaching job with a university or a community college or he finishes a licensure program to teach at a secondary school. I know this is a circuitious route we’re taking, and I know it sounds more than a little bit crazy, but I’m confident that we’ll be just fine. I have faith that God will provide.

Now, on a more humorous note, I bring you Too Cold:

Scene: Dutch fast-food place
Rockford: I’d like the kipnugget menu, please. With ketchup.
Counter Guy: We don’t have ketchup.
Rockford: How about barbecue sauce?
Counter Guy: You come to the right place for barbecue sauce! It comes in these little cups.
Cross-eyed Guy: It’s too cold for the barbecue sauce!

Family matters

Are you sitting down?

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So …

We’re coming home.

I know this is a convoluted thing, and I don’t really have alot of time to go into it right now.

You could call it a mid-life crisis, I guess.

Don’t worry; it’s a good thing. And they found our lost bag! It’s in Amsterdam! Where we’ll be on Monday!