No sleeping in for me even though I was on vacation. I had a date with an airplane at 11:45. Instead of paying for parking at the airport, or even the minutely less expensive park-and-fly services, I opted to park at my work parking garage and take mass transit to the airport. As it turned out, I was running a tiny bit late for the bus I needed to catch to get to the airport. In my haste, I hopped on the bus that was going west, not east. A helpful bus driver got me on a bus that connected with the light rail.

From there, I made my way to the airport with plenty of time. I hate sitting around waiting to get on the plane anyway, so it worked out. The flight out was smooth. Unfortunately, my laptop battery only lasted 45 min which made the 3 and a half hour flight a little more boring. I tried napping, but there was a crying baby sitting DIRECTLY in front of me most of the flight. Honestly, there should be adult only flights. I would pay a small fee (under $25) to ensure that never happens again. Between my iPod and the roar of the jet engines, it was almost enough to drown out the baby, but it was getting to me after over 2 hours.

Louie came to the airport to pick me up and we made a break for the Apple Store so that I could get a new battery. After that, it was off to the ski shop to rent some equipment for the week. I decided that it’d be easiest if I rented rather than bringing out my own equipment and worrying about it getting damaged. I also have outgrown my boots which means I’d be renting some anyway. The road was calling our name, so we made a dash for the border.

The rest of the drive was fairly uneventful. We made our way to Kamloops. By this time it was after 11PM, so I knew finding a room might be a little tough. The first place we stopped at turned out to be a little to spendy. The second, however, turned out to be quite a bargain. The woman in the office explained that she only had 2 executive suites left, which cost $159/night, but she was willing to do $99. I agreed and by the time she got to printing the receipt, it was $89 (plus taxes of course). Quite the steal. The room itself was not all that impressive. Jacuzzi, fireplace, and a pullout bed. The most interesting thing about the room was actually the bathroom door which was mounted incorrectly. Louie and I had plans to get up early and hit the mountain, so it was time to call it a day.

The thing that pisses me off the most is that Jim Bob Duggar thinks that every one of his children are “gifts from God.” I don’t disagree that kids are special. Hell, if I was at all religious, I might even agree to the statement about children being a gift from God. But do you have to have seventeen of them!?

More than ever people are concerned about the environment, sustainability, and overpopulation. Humanity can’t figure out how to feed every person on Earth. Scientists work tirelessly to come up with new methods energy production and to reduce our dependence on oil. Birth control comes in many forms and is readily available anywhere in the US. Yet, somehow Jim Bob Duggar thinks it’s OK to manufacture his own brood and then insist the reason is because God gave him many gifts? How about you pull your head out of your Bible and start thinking about what you are doing. Maybe think about throwing on a condom next time you bang your wife, OK?

Let’s play a game. It’s called “What’s under the sheet?” It looks human. It’s been sitting in that exact position for at least 3 hours. Whatever it is under the sheet, it’s wearing shoes because I could see them from the back when I got close. Unfortunately none of us in the office were brave enough to see what was under the sheet.

Frankly, I don’t think there are words to describe whatever the hell this is.

Has the average fast food employee’s intelligence dropped so low that they no longer understand the names of their own menu items? I hate to think what would have transpired had I made any sort of special request. The situation absolutely floored me.