tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3285618432246063052.post7923355699082590584..comments2011-07-03T12:13:40.299-07:00Comments on Francophone Adventures: Normandie and the seasicknessDave(id)http://www.blogger.com/profile/18441563137426783806noreply@blogger.comBlogger9125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3285618432246063052.post-26466337237044655592009-11-03T10:52:55.603-08:002009-11-03T10:52:55.603-08:00a story for you about travel & planesickness:
...a story for you about travel & planesickness:<br /><br />senior year of high school i went on mission trip to peru. we had just gotten off the plane in the peru airport, and i started to feel terribly awful. i barely made it through customs, but i managed to throw up in the bathroom. feeling a little better, quite deceptively--i thought that after throwing up once i was done--i went to baggage claim. <br /><br />in the airport, you carry your bag to this spot, where you press a giant button (yes, a giant button) and it turns red if your bag has to get checked and green if it doesn't. so i'm praying that mine doesn't turn red...and i make it through. but just as i'm about to leave, i start to feel super queasy again. <br /><br />so, what do i do? run back through the restricted area (people are yelling in spanish that i can't go back through there), and throw up all over the middle of the floor in the airport in peru. i don't speak spanish, i don't know what the airport people are saying to me, and i'm crying. <br /><br />the evening continues with me throwing up in a plastic bag about every 13 minutes for a 4 hour bus ride.<br /><br />then, i got to sleep in quarantine. all by myself in a huge room in a strange hostel.<br /><br />needless to say, it happens to the best of us.<br /><br />i'm glad europe is treating you well!laura elizabethhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09879360672094116982noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3285618432246063052.post-30677855309052257592009-10-20T19:39:14.561-07:002009-10-20T19:39:14.561-07:00Eyemeeshewe.
Teleport!Eyemeeshewe.<br />Teleport!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3285618432246063052.post-87376185357269184062009-10-12T21:23:51.999-07:002009-10-12T21:23:51.999-07:00some wonderful pictures in the other posts. the o...some wonderful pictures in the other posts. the one with the horse is particularly spectacular. i am reminded of your statement that often we find ourselves thinking we are not cool enough to be friends with the people we are friends with. i said as much to michael already, and i repeat it to you. i can't believe my that you are a friend of mine. i am incredibly blessed.Drew M.https://www.blogger.com/profile/04340730049857974999noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3285618432246063052.post-52142203123065469542009-10-12T11:47:52.432-07:002009-10-12T11:47:52.432-07:00So now you finally know how I felt at that Lake Hi...So now you finally know how I felt at that Lake Highlands football game back in the day...Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01531070681000104150noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3285618432246063052.post-66911739770148071012009-10-08T21:01:57.242-07:002009-10-08T21:01:57.242-07:00Every single time i get on here to check your upd...Every single time i get on here to check your updates I am brought to a wonderful place of joy and sympathy at these subsequent series of unfortunate events! you have the most outlandishly miserable tales to tell in the most entertaining of fashions...like adam and erika i am crying tears of laughter alone in my room! detailed account of body processes, why am i not surprised?? misssssss you! shelleyAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3285618432246063052.post-19122798853734063732009-10-08T09:22:11.013-07:002009-10-08T09:22:11.013-07:00Adam read my your post as i was eating a tomato an...Adam read my your post as i was eating a tomato and cheese pizza and i felt gross for the rest of the day. Thanks buddy.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11826498143312536873noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3285618432246063052.post-12089551600573468442009-10-07T06:00:08.126-07:002009-10-07T06:00:08.126-07:00I don't think I've ever laughed so hard. ...I don't think I've ever laughed so hard. There are tears streaming down my face. Hang in there and avoid getting yourself into such gastronomic situations.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01869301567892428317noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3285618432246063052.post-7322068035543127402009-10-06T16:09:39.815-07:002009-10-06T16:09:39.815-07:00That was gross and yet completely hilarious. I fee...That was gross and yet completely hilarious. I feel guilty for laughing, but I feel that this may have been somewhat of your intention. Plus, this is yet another story of the digestive phenomena that you often experience. <br /><br />Oh, and I am quite excited to see you in a few weeks. Let us plan to keep the food delicious, yet without gastronomic excitement.Jane H.https://www.blogger.com/profile/08201240021779775229noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3285618432246063052.post-36945301978909765012009-10-05T16:42:45.268-07:002009-10-05T16:42:45.268-07:00David, I find myself in quite a quandary. Do I sha...David, I find myself in quite a quandary. Do I share this little nugget of a story with my wife knowing that it will be both shocking and appalling to her? OR do I appreciate the narrative for the purpose it has served me (that purpose being a source of uncontrolled laughter alone in my living room)? These are the tough decisions that define a marriage my good man. You could learn a great deal from my example in this matter. I will most definitely share this glorious account with Lindsay and will enjoy the horrid look upon her face as I read it aloud to her acting out each repulsive scene! <br /><br />Thank you David. Your brief yet extreme agony has given me an opportunity for an evening of laughter at the expense of my wife. While she will undoubtedly look upon me with pure hatred for a short while, I know that your Nauseating Narrative of Normandy will go down in Wantland Family lore as the one single story that pushed your sweet sister over the edge. Well said my friend. Well said. And thank you for your glorious word-smithing. (Note: word-smithing is definitely not a word. Ironic?)AdamZhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01319220013080889368noreply@blogger.com