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The Evergreen State

We have arrived in Seattle.  Our plane was delayed, which seems to be fairly common these days when you fly Sun Country airlines.  As a result we didn't leave the ground until about 7:30pm Central Time ... and arrived in Seattle around 9:00pm Pacific time.  By the time we got our luggage and made it out to the car, it was about 10:00pm.  Add to that the 2-hour travel time from the airport to Irene's parents' house, and it was midnight before we got here.  That's 2:00am central time.

So needless to say it was a long night.  Anyway, we will have pictures and stuff (baby on the plane photos) shortly.  Probably on the baby blog.

What I do on the Weekends

Later this week we are going to be visiting the family out in Seattle.  Today I received an e-mail from the airline telling me that they have changed our outbound flight.  No big deal, customer, you will just need to be inconvenienced and screw around all your plans to adjust to our changes.  Thanks, customer!  And what is also right there in the email?  A reminder that if I decide to change the trip in any way I am subject to a $100 penalty. 

So let me get this straight: if I want to change anything it costs me 100 bucks, but the airline can screw with you all they want for free.  Lovely.  Well screw those guys, I'll walk. 

What the hell else is going on... I know I haven't been really doing much here lately... for the most part I have been working, sleeping, and preparing for my new/old hobby/obsession which is Autocrossing.  Autocross is a motorsport which involves driving around a giant parking lot in between a bunch of cones as fast as you possibly can.  That is, as fast as you can without knocking over any cones.  You race against the clock and then you look up on the board at the end of the day to see if you beat the other drivers.

I know, it sounds very un-exciting.  But really it is a lot of fun.  It's like golf, except with fast cars.  And cones.  Anyway it's my way of justifying the fact that I own a sports car.  It's what I do on the weekends during the summer - here's me down in Iowa a few weeks ago:

P.S. my wife would like you to know that the letters and numbers on the side of the car?  She made them herself.  I must say they do look quite nice!

My Least Favorite Day

First, let me say that I think daylight savings time sucks.  It's a stupid throwback from a time when people wanted to avoid burning too many candles.  I wish we would just do away with the thing and leave our clocks the same all the time. 

Anyway, since we have no choice but to live with the retarded-ness that is daylight savings time, all I can do is complain.  And every year about this time, that is what I do.  Actually, in the fall I really enjoy the time change.  See, it's "Fall BACK", which means you get an extra hour of sleep.  I'm all about that - because I'm a sleep-o-holic - and therefore I have declared "Fall Back" my favorite day of the year.  "Spring Forward" however, can kiss my tired ass.

The thing is, this year I realized something.  My love/hate relationship with fall back/spring forward is completely artificial.  I learned this because the baby does not know what the clocks say - she sleeps the same no matter what.  And that's just it: this year I haven't been getting shit for sleep anyway.  What's one less hour?